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[They looked like nice pecs. She's glad to have that confirmed.

She moves closer herself, shifting on her knees so she's kind of straddling his lap as she parts her lips and meets her tongue with hers, a small shiver running through her at the rough texture.

Meanwhile, her hands slide down to feel if his abs are as nice as his pecs.]

[ they are! in fact!

his cock does start to stir under her, noticeable when she's straddling him, his free hand roaming to slide down her spine in turn and then cup her ass -- pretty unashamedly just groping her. ]

[Running hands down her spine means running down the strip of scales on her back, warm and slightly textured, like a snake. She didn't manage to actually take her panties off (black, with ties on the sides), but they don't do much to prevent him from getting his hands on her ass, and she jumps slightly at the grope, squirming.

Shortly after that, one of her exploring hands continues lower to his cock. She didn't actually touch it in the dream except through his pants (and between her legs), so she runs her fingers over the spines before wrapping her hand around it experimentally.]

[ there's a rumbling sound again -- much like in the dream it sounds like a purr, into her mouth, the spines of his cock twitching as he hardens more fully under her grasp. they barbs are still fleshy, not sharp enough that they'd be too uncomfortable against the skin on her hand, but inside her was a different matter.

in return, his claws extend lightly, tracing up against her ass through her pants before his hand slides to shove them down further -- not bothering with the ties. ]

[The touch of his claws is enough to make her break the kiss for a short gasp, and while the way her grip tightens around the base of his cock is a good test of the firmness of the spines, it is probably not entirely intentional.

The way she strokes after that definitely is, though, feeling how he hardens in her hand. And with her mouth free she feels like she should say something, so, a bit breathlessly—]

...I like the sounds you make.

[ his ears flick as she pulls away, almost chasing that, but pausing for a second to catch his own breath. when her grip tightens he groans, though it still has that deep, rumbling aspect to it, like a motor running.

he can't help but chuckle at the comment -- her underwear isn't off but it's at least pushed down enough his claws can rest against her bare ass now, lightly digging into her skin while the barbs flex under her grip. ]

I like yours ... too.

[ Whisky murmurs, tipping his head down, facial hair brushing up against her jawline before he nips at the side of her neck. ]

I wouldn't mind hearing more.

[She isn't at all still under his touch, the dig of his claws making her automatically squirm away—which means squirming forwards, brushing against his cock before she pulls back again to give her hand room to move—which means moving against his claws. She also tilts her head for him, twitching at the scrape of his beard.]

...Wouldn't mind, huh? I guess we'll see what you can do, then.

[She returns her free hand to his chest. She doesn't have claws, but she tries drawing a fingernail over his nipple.]

[ there's a short little laugh at that -- before he arches forward some, clearly not minding the attention to his nipple, even with the hard edge of that nail against it.

in turn his nails drag to her side and then her front, working their way down her thighs and then up them again, leaving red lines in their wake -- not enough to bleed, but teasing at it, nipping at her neck at the same time before sucking a mark into her skin. ]

Ah—

[Despite having issued that challenge, she doesn't appear to be restraining herself from making noises, and she trembles slightly as he marks her, the muscles of her thighs taut under his hands.

She pinches his nipple this time, and changes her grip from stroking his cock to running her fingers over the spines in particular, feeling how they shift.]

[ the catch of the spines against her skin will be more noticeable if she strokes up his cock, putting up more resistance than the other direction. his purr shifts into something of a growl, still pleased, and his cock twitches again when she pinches at his nipple.

experimentally - - it's not just his fingertip but his claw too that presses between her legs, not applying too much pressure but instead just skimming there like a threat. ]

[She tenses slightly, like it's an actual threat. Which is kind of is, since his claw is a pretty sharp thing to have near sensitive tissue.

Her hand moves from her nipple to the throwing knives still strapped to her thigh, and her voice drops in some combination of intimidation and arousal.]

Careful.

[ hot

the claw retracts and he laughs, low and husky. he doesn't sound apologetic: ]

My mistake.

[ before he pushes his fingertip upwards, against her clit, grinding roughly. ]

Ff—

[She's not as hyper-sensitive as she was in the dream, but that means the sensations of his touch are more distinct, the pressure of his finger rubbing hard against her and the way it sends a pulse of pleasure through her and makes her skin a little hotter. She tightens her grip around the base of his cock.]

I—don't mind it rough, but—injuries that could be—inconvenient... are different. I'm sure you can manage to control yourself.

[She doesn't actually sound very critical herself, and her hips shift to press back against his finger with s tiny hitch of her breath even as her hand traces over her knives like she's still considering pulling one.]

I'm sure I can -- if you're offering the right incentives.

[ his tone is teasing, though, not sounding too serious about that. his ear twitches and his eye traces the movement of her hand to her knives; it only really seems to excite him further and his hips pulse up towards her hand.

his finger pushes against her again before he tries to press it into her, testing her wetness, a steady motion. ]

Positive incentives, or negative ones...?

[Is it rude to jump to knifeplay on the first date.

Actually, has she had any first date that didn't involve at least talking about knifeplay...?

She's distracted, for the moment, at least, by the press of his finger. She's wet enough that it slides into her without much issue, but nowhere near as slick as her fantasy, the friction against her entrance still noticeable. She glances down at his barbed cock in her hand, again, and shivers a little.]

[ Whisky is an appropriate person to bring up knifeplay with at least. considering how much he was tearing her up in the dream. ]

Whichever you think would be more -- motivating.

[ he murmurs, glancing down now as his finger presses inside before he curls his thumb to grind his kunckle against her clit, idly. he's not impatient with his movements, wanting to build up to things this time moreso than in the dream. ]

Well, I don't know your preferences yet. I wouldn't want to get things the wrong way and threaten you with something you like. Though, I've got some ideas.

[She rocks her hips against his hand, very deliberately, feeling the pressure change and a flush rise on her chest. Ultimately she leaves the knives alone for now and goes back to working his nipple, alternately pinching and rubbing.]

I think we both wouldn't like it if you couldn't properly fuck me.

[ he laughs, low and husky; ]

Is that a threat?

[ before he groans, soft at the attention to his nipple. he seems to take that as a sign he should be returning the favor, his free hand brushing up to her chest so his extended claws can pinch one of her nipples between them. it's not enough to draw blood but it'll still be far sharper than blunt human nails. ]

It's both a threat and—

[a sharp inhale at the claws on her nipple]

—just a statement of fact. We wouldn't like it anyway, but if you put us in that situation, I'll definitely make sure you don't like it.

[Again, the tone of her voice is ambiguously menacing, but as she strokes him firmly afterwards her lips curl up.]

[ chuckles, twisting juust lightly with his grip before pulsing his hips up towards her hand again. his finger curls once it settles all the way inside of her before straightening again, twisting. ]

I wouldn't be here -- if I didn't want to fuck you properly. But I bet ... You know that already.

I do.

[A little breathy as his finger moves inside her, the motion noticeably slicker, now.]

So you'd better limit yourself to "rough," here, or we're going to end up doing something much less fun.

Alright, alright. You've made your point.

[ he does sound almost dismissive, though -- and already he's aiming to push another finger inside of her, alongside the first. ]

Hah...

[Her hand flattens against his chest, and then stills for a moment, considering. Then:]

I could make it a little more pointedly.

[Just for a flash— the next time his fingers sink into her, her hand is holding a knife, and she draws a shallow, bright line of blood across his chest in time with the thrust.

Then her hand is empty again, and his skin is unmarked, and she rocks her hips against his hand again with a heavy exhale as the fingers stretch her.]

[ -- he tenses under her, instinctive at the vision, a low gasp escaping his mouth as his pupils dilate and his ears flick straight up

before the vision passes and the tension eases out of him by the second. ]

That's -- the same trick you pulled before.

[ as if remembering this now, his voice still low, husky -- his erection certainly hasn't flagged and his fingers rock deeper into her, rougher now ]

Yeah. I've got a few tricks too.

[That was a risk, but the reaction is encouraging, and the press of his fingers sends a shudder of pleasure through her. Her grip tightens and she pulls at his cock in quick, uneven strokes.]

...S-Soon, we should...

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