What a delight to watch his back arch; the body language isn't exactly familiar but it's so expressive, and being able to do that with only her tail is fascinating. It makes her feel strangely powerful.
And then he touches her, and she gasps sharply, a tremor rolling the extensive length of her spine. It's the first time anyone else has touched her in this form, and the sensation is heady, overwhelming; a little alien, a little addictive. She hisses through her teeth, sinuously rutting against his hand while she drags fingers down his chest, across his back; playfully tweaking a nipple, while her tail continues to play across his back, squeezing and releasing in hypnotic rhythm.
"Yeah?" David immediately repeats the motion, looking raptly down at her as he does. He's normally a pretty confident lover, but seeing as they're dealing with some unprecedented situations here, he appreciates her being vocal about what works.
"Okay, good," he mutters, almost to himself, adding a little more pressure behind his touch now. His purring starts up again even louder, feeling her hands on his chest, the gentle drag of her nails over his skin, the tweak she gives his nipple. He'd once been worried about monster sex being weirder than it is hot, but today especially he feels more than at home enough in this form to let go and forget about his human hangups.
nonsense, there's no bad time for monsterfucking <3
The low rumble of his purr is hypnotic; she loops a little more of herself around him to feel it against her body, the sensation unfamiliar but luxurious. Her more-or-less human half arches up to kiss his shoulder, her mouth hot on his skin, sharp contrast to the cool-but-warming feel of her scales.
The key to this, maybe, is not letting herself stop to think about how weird it is; in the moment all she's focused on is how good it is, the flood of Manna and sensation its own reward. His hand on her is just perfect; the sharp contrast between the dulled sense of touch on scales and the overwhelming acuity of her twin clits is like nothing she's experienced before, but God, she wants more of it.
Her long, forked tongue slips out to taste the air between them, the heavy scent of sex and feathers, animal and intoxicating; it brushes his skin almost incidentally. Holy shit, why did she wait so long to try this?
"David, oh my God," she murmurs, one of her hands dropping to his wrist as if to urge him on. Faster, more. She's already close, her body squeezing his lightly.
It should be uncomfortable, or terrifying, the way her snake body coils around him, but it's not. It's hot, like when a human partner wraps their limbs around him to get as close as possible, especially the part of her tail that's still rubbing and shifting over that spot by his tail. His groans at her kisses, the bare flicker of her tongue, her murmured encouragement.
"C'mon," he murmurs back, voice a little breathy; her hand on his wrist is a help, taking some of the strain off the tendons, and feeling the way she squeezes him is intoxicating enough that he manages to pick up his pace, his hand flexing to give each of her clits a little more pressure. "C'mon, Dana, come for me, fuck."
The serpent part of her is demanding, possessive; keeping him close means he'll keep doing what he's doing. It's all so intense she can't muster words; she pants and writhes, arching up against him.
And it still feels sudden when she comes-- her whole body shivers, tensing around him as she cries out, reflexively sinking her teeth into his shoulder, her bite heavy with venom.
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And then he touches her, and she gasps sharply, a tremor rolling the extensive length of her spine. It's the first time anyone else has touched her in this form, and the sensation is heady, overwhelming; a little alien, a little addictive. She hisses through her teeth, sinuously rutting against his hand while she drags fingers down his chest, across his back; playfully tweaking a nipple, while her tail continues to play across his back, squeezing and releasing in hypnotic rhythm.
"Oh my God," she gasps. "That feels amazing."
i'm so sorry this is disgustingly late
"Okay, good," he mutters, almost to himself, adding a little more pressure behind his touch now. His purring starts up again even louder, feeling her hands on his chest, the gentle drag of her nails over his skin, the tweak she gives his nipple. He'd once been worried about monster sex being weirder than it is hot, but today especially he feels more than at home enough in this form to let go and forget about his human hangups.
nonsense, there's no bad time for monsterfucking <3
The key to this, maybe, is not letting herself stop to think about how weird it is; in the moment all she's focused on is how good it is, the flood of Manna and sensation its own reward. His hand on her is just perfect; the sharp contrast between the dulled sense of touch on scales and the overwhelming acuity of her twin clits is like nothing she's experienced before, but God, she wants more of it.
Her long, forked tongue slips out to taste the air between them, the heavy scent of sex and feathers, animal and intoxicating; it brushes his skin almost incidentally. Holy shit, why did she wait so long to try this?
"David, oh my God," she murmurs, one of her hands dropping to his wrist as if to urge him on. Faster, more. She's already close, her body squeezing his lightly.
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"C'mon," he murmurs back, voice a little breathy; her hand on his wrist is a help, taking some of the strain off the tendons, and feeling the way she squeezes him is intoxicating enough that he manages to pick up his pace, his hand flexing to give each of her clits a little more pressure. "C'mon, Dana, come for me, fuck."
/strolls in late with Starbuck
And it still feels sudden when she comes-- her whole body shivers, tensing around him as she cries out, reflexively sinking her teeth into his shoulder, her bite heavy with venom.