Does he recognize that there is a less than zero chance that she might bite his dick off just to prove a point? Yes.
Is he going to stop her just in case? Absolutely not.
We're practicing trust in this apartment. ]
I'd like to find out how nice you can be.
[ He says it as his fingers slide into her hair, not enough to tangle, just enough to push it back from her face and trace the shape of her cheek coming down. At this angle, there's no way to hide the eager twitch of his cock, she he doesn't try. ]
[She likes the deep gravel of his voice, the way he's looking at her with that real lust on his face, the way that he's tracing the line of her cheek. What is it about these pirates? Is all that sea air an aphrodisiac?
She won't admit that there is something genuinely pleasing about a man who doesn't give a shit about society; the genuine feline attitude and disrespect is perfectly at ease with her preferences. She looks up, her lips tilting in a smile, her hands on his hips now as she licks a stripe up the impressive length of him.
She has to hold back from shifting her tongue, to scrape. One day, she will. For now she just licks another stripe up, and then presses her mouth right under the head, sucking a bit right there, knowing it's a particularly sensitive spot.]
[ The reward for her effort is a guttural groan from him, and he rolls his head back to let another groan of pleasure vibrate out of his throat. How is it that he's never felt a mouth so hot or lips so soft? And to think that she can kiss his cock so sweetly with fangs of her own (metaphorical, of course) hidden just beneath the surface--
Another heavy twitch, and then his fingers are sliding back into her hair, this time enough to tangle just a little. It takes him a minute to tip his head forward again, but he immediately shoves his hair back so he can fixate on her, his hips flexing his cock forward the slightest bit, to stroke her lips.
She's hypnotizing. It's hard to think about literally anything else. ]
Keep going. [ A little twitch of his mouth, like he could be insolent if he wanted. ] If you please.
[She flicks her eyes up at him, and there's real, genuine emotion on her face, as she presses the tip of her tongue just against his skin.
She wonders what that if you please cost him. She wonders if he thinks it'll be absolutely worth it.
So she takes him into her mouth, then, her hands on his hips and her thumbs right against the joint. She closes her eyes, the flutter of her eyelashes against her cheeks as she sucks, gently at first, with just the head of his cock in her mouth.
But Daphne isn't a fool and she takes her time, pressing her mouth down so that his erection makes her cheek bulge a little, so it presses against the hot wet skin there.
She looks, for everything in the world, like she's having a good time, and it's because she is.]
They are both having a good time, and for Vane it's in the way he doesn't hold back the sound of each guttural moan, or the encouraging twist of his fingers in her hair, like he's genuinely torn between petting it or grabbing a fistful of it. But he's not stupid enough to pull a tiger's tail, such as it is; they're walking a line of mutual respect here, and he's not in any hurry to cross it. ]
God, your fucking mouth.
[ It's all he can do not to let his head fall back again, but he can't tear his eyes away from her. His hips rock forward again, this time to nudge his cock harder against the soft inside of her cheek, and deeper into her mouth. Just as much as he thinks he can get away with. ]
She laughs a little around his cock, and takes the extra length of him as he presses his hips forward, and then pulls one of her favorite tricks; she shifts just the inside of her throat, the inside of her mouth, to make it so she can deep throat him without choking or gagging. She has to move just a little, to give herself extra space, but she pauses there with her nose against bristly curls, getting the full smell of him.
Oh, but he does smell good.
And then she chuffs, the vibration coming up through her throat.]
[ Seven thousand hells - if this is how the Queen of Tigers sucks cock, he'd storm England and install Daphne on the throne himself.
This time he does throw his head back, and the sound he makes was supposed to be a curse, but it dissolved to a growl before making it out of his mouth. This time his grip in her hair goes tight, quick and desperate, like he'd thrust into her mouth if she wasn't already taking the whole damn thing.
What is she?
Credit where credit is due to the whores in Nassau, who have treated him well in his lifetime, but he's never met one woman who could hit so many targets. Feels like she's going to suck his soul out of him. ]
[She slaps him on the ass - not hard, but a protest against his hand tightening more, a warning. If he tightens and tugs, she'll use a tooth to remind him that he's in a very tender position with her at the moment.
And then she takes that hand and cups his balls, her hands so soft and so gentle, that it's a nice counterpoint to the fact that she really is determined to suck his soul out of his dick along with all his bones, her tongue working furiously against the length of him.
She glances up, to see how he's enjoying it, and her lips are distorted but even so she's smiling, pleased at the look of him, drunk with pleasure.]
[ That slap is enough to make him bite into another growl, but deliberately relax his grip on her hair. Every other muscle in his body is tense with the effort it takes not to grab her head and thrust his cock down her hot and vibrating and extremely flexible throat.
Her hand on his balls, so deceptively delicate, makes his cock throb in her mouth and brings him so close to the edge so quickly that he barely catches himself. It sends a shudder through him, his free hand held in a fist like he's gripping his own willpower on an invisible leash, and groans so she knows how close he is, how close she's making him.
Eventually, and with great difficulty, he manages to roll his head forward so that he can look at her again, because drunk is exactly how he feels right now, and he wants to be watching her when he finally comes in hot, heavy pulses, moaning from somewhere deep in his chest. ]
[When he looks down at her, she's looking up at him, her eyes dark as she takes her time, swallows, backs up just enough so the last burst of his orgasm coats her tongue and moves back, unfolding, standing. She primly presses the edge of her thumb to the corner of her mouth, and the tip of her tongue flicks out and licks her top lip.
And she gives him a searing kiss, the taste of him all over her mouth, tugging him down by the back of his neck.
It's not a fast kiss. It's very very sloppy. When she speaks, there's a hoarseness to her voice.]
[ What kind of question -- he's gonna fucking fall over in a second.
In fact it's the only reason he doesn't drag her back into that kiss, because she sounds incredible, and the fact that it came from sucking his cock makes it even sexier. Give him five minutes, he can go again... but, okay, fine. A nap would be kinda nice, too. He can behave. ]
I'll take it. [ Very deliberately, he relaxes his hold on her and lets her go, although that low, simmering want in his eyes is never going to go away. ] Maybe someday you can tell me where the fuck you learned how to do all that.
[She reaches for her towel again, and dries her hair off, her shoulders, her breasts, as she starts towards her bedroom. Her bed is enormous, king-sized and covered in a thick duvet and enough pillows to be slightly absurd, but she likes it.]
You have to earn my secrets, Charles.
[She gets in the bed and reaches for him, though, because she wants to-
-cuddle.
He's big and he's warm and she wants to press against him, to fall asleep against the heat of him; he's all leonine muscle and strong hands that feel good against her skin. She stretches, languid and naked and looking comfortable.]
But that's a temptation he's not nearly strong enough to pass up. So he scrubs his hair just enough so that it's not dripping water that's now ice cold everywhere, and then climbs into the massive bed after her. She's warm herself, and he's sick of this cold, and he's never slept as well as he does in the company of a beautiful naked woman.
She's welcome to position him how she likes, but he wants to touch her. He's not shy about doing it, his hand immediately sliding into the slope of her waist, stroking her hip, coaxing her closer. ]
[There is that languorous heat of another person, lush and luxurious in a way that makes her feel sleepy and drunk both. Itās the delicious warmth of being in a good sunny spot, eyes closed and her tail twitching.
She tugs and turns until sheās halfway on him, their legs tangled, her head against his shoulder. He can touch her all he wants without so much as a fuss from her. She, in turn, has one arm against his waist, her fingers brushing lightly, her nose against the dip of his clavicle.
She takes a breath.]
Thank you.
For stopping me.
[She says it sleepily, and itās true. She means it.]
[ This is comfort like he's never felt. Never thought existed in a way that wouldn't scald him to experience. That he isn't bolting from the very sight of it shakes something he thought was carved into his bones. But what is there to fight for? He'd be resisting nothing except her, and he doesn't actually want to do that either.
So he settles in with a deep, heavy sigh, his fingertips trailing the side of her body, and he marvels at words he never would have imagined someone saying to him. ]
You're welcome.
[ That she can be so dangerous and still be this soft makes both things even more attractive. ]
Thank you for not putting my head through the bar.
[She hums it as she presses her mouth to the spot against his chest, content to let him know that way that she wouldn't do that to him for something so dumb, that his smell is ingrained in the deepest parts of her nose, that she may be a cat but her favor is supreme and unquestioned when it's ascendant, and Charles is like a star.
Instead she presses in closer and doesn't worry that she'll shift in her sleep - she doesn't feel that buzzing uncertainty of it - and lets his heat slip her to sleep.]
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Does he recognize that there is a less than zero chance that she might bite his dick off just to prove a point? Yes.
Is he going to stop her just in case? Absolutely not.
We're practicing trust in this apartment. ]
I'd like to find out how nice you can be.
[ He says it as his fingers slide into her hair, not enough to tangle, just enough to push it back from her face and trace the shape of her cheek coming down. At this angle, there's no way to hide the eager twitch of his cock, she he doesn't try. ]
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She won't admit that there is something genuinely pleasing about a man who doesn't give a shit about society; the genuine feline attitude and disrespect is perfectly at ease with her preferences. She looks up, her lips tilting in a smile, her hands on his hips now as she licks a stripe up the impressive length of him.
She has to hold back from shifting her tongue, to scrape. One day, she will. For now she just licks another stripe up, and then presses her mouth right under the head, sucking a bit right there, knowing it's a particularly sensitive spot.]
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Another heavy twitch, and then his fingers are sliding back into her hair, this time enough to tangle just a little. It takes him a minute to tip his head forward again, but he immediately shoves his hair back so he can fixate on her, his hips flexing his cock forward the slightest bit, to stroke her lips.
She's hypnotizing. It's hard to think about literally anything else. ]
Keep going. [ A little twitch of his mouth, like he could be insolent if he wanted. ] If you please.
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She wonders what that if you please cost him. She wonders if he thinks it'll be absolutely worth it.
So she takes him into her mouth, then, her hands on his hips and her thumbs right against the joint. She closes her eyes, the flutter of her eyelashes against her cheeks as she sucks, gently at first, with just the head of his cock in her mouth.
But Daphne isn't a fool and she takes her time, pressing her mouth down so that his erection makes her cheek bulge a little, so it presses against the hot wet skin there.
She looks, for everything in the world, like she's having a good time, and it's because she is.]
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They are both having a good time, and for Vane it's in the way he doesn't hold back the sound of each guttural moan, or the encouraging twist of his fingers in her hair, like he's genuinely torn between petting it or grabbing a fistful of it. But he's not stupid enough to pull a tiger's tail, such as it is; they're walking a line of mutual respect here, and he's not in any hurry to cross it. ]
God, your fucking mouth.
[ It's all he can do not to let his head fall back again, but he can't tear his eyes away from her. His hips rock forward again, this time to nudge his cock harder against the soft inside of her cheek, and deeper into her mouth. Just as much as he thinks he can get away with. ]
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She laughs a little around his cock, and takes the extra length of him as he presses his hips forward, and then pulls one of her favorite tricks; she shifts just the inside of her throat, the inside of her mouth, to make it so she can deep throat him without choking or gagging. She has to move just a little, to give herself extra space, but she pauses there with her nose against bristly curls, getting the full smell of him.
Oh, but he does smell good.
And then she chuffs, the vibration coming up through her throat.]
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This time he does throw his head back, and the sound he makes was supposed to be a curse, but it dissolved to a growl before making it out of his mouth. This time his grip in her hair goes tight, quick and desperate, like he'd thrust into her mouth if she wasn't already taking the whole damn thing.
What is she?
Credit where credit is due to the whores in Nassau, who have treated him well in his lifetime, but he's never met one woman who could hit so many targets. Feels like she's going to suck his soul out of him. ]
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And then she takes that hand and cups his balls, her hands so soft and so gentle, that it's a nice counterpoint to the fact that she really is determined to suck his soul out of his dick along with all his bones, her tongue working furiously against the length of him.
She glances up, to see how he's enjoying it, and her lips are distorted but even so she's smiling, pleased at the look of him, drunk with pleasure.]
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Her hand on his balls, so deceptively delicate, makes his cock throb in her mouth and brings him so close to the edge so quickly that he barely catches himself. It sends a shudder through him, his free hand held in a fist like he's gripping his own willpower on an invisible leash, and groans so she knows how close he is, how close she's making him.
Eventually, and with great difficulty, he manages to roll his head forward so that he can look at her again, because drunk is exactly how he feels right now, and he wants to be watching her when he finally comes in hot, heavy pulses, moaning from somewhere deep in his chest. ]
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And she gives him a searing kiss, the taste of him all over her mouth, tugging him down by the back of his neck.
It's not a fast kiss. It's very very sloppy. When she speaks, there's a hoarseness to her voice.]
Do you want to stay a bit? I kind of want a nap.
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In fact it's the only reason he doesn't drag her back into that kiss, because she sounds incredible, and the fact that it came from sucking his cock makes it even sexier. Give him five minutes, he can go again... but, okay, fine. A nap would be kinda nice, too. He can behave. ]
I'll take it. [ Very deliberately, he relaxes his hold on her and lets her go, although that low, simmering want in his eyes is never going to go away. ] Maybe someday you can tell me where the fuck you learned how to do all that.
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You have to earn my secrets, Charles.
[She gets in the bed and reaches for him, though, because she wants to-
-cuddle.
He's big and he's warm and she wants to press against him, to fall asleep against the heat of him; he's all leonine muscle and strong hands that feel good against her skin. She stretches, languid and naked and looking comfortable.]
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But that's a temptation he's not nearly strong enough to pass up. So he scrubs his hair just enough so that it's not dripping water that's now ice cold everywhere, and then climbs into the massive bed after her. She's warm herself, and he's sick of this cold, and he's never slept as well as he does in the company of a beautiful naked woman.
She's welcome to position him how she likes, but he wants to touch her. He's not shy about doing it, his hand immediately sliding into the slope of her waist, stroking her hip, coaxing her closer. ]
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She tugs and turns until sheās halfway on him, their legs tangled, her head against his shoulder. He can touch her all he wants without so much as a fuss from her. She, in turn, has one arm against his waist, her fingers brushing lightly, her nose against the dip of his clavicle.
She takes a breath.]
Thank you.
For stopping me.
[She says it sleepily, and itās true. She means it.]
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So he settles in with a deep, heavy sigh, his fingertips trailing the side of her body, and he marvels at words he never would have imagined someone saying to him. ]
You're welcome.
[ That she can be so dangerous and still be this soft makes both things even more attractive. ]
Thank you for not putting my head through the bar.
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[She hums it as she presses her mouth to the spot against his chest, content to let him know that way that she wouldn't do that to him for something so dumb, that his smell is ingrained in the deepest parts of her nose, that she may be a cat but her favor is supreme and unquestioned when it's ascendant, and Charles is like a star.
Instead she presses in closer and doesn't worry that she'll shift in her sleep - she doesn't feel that buzzing uncertainty of it - and lets his heat slip her to sleep.]