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[Liem is taking a lot of liberties, and Jester knows she should perhaps be a little firmer about it, but in all fairness she hadn't said he couldn't give her extra attention. And he is getting the job done...]

That's a new one. You're being so—ah, thorough...

[She giggles at his choice of adjectives, unable to hide the way her cheeks have flushed mauve-y purple as she watches him like a hawk. Why would she want to miss even a moment of this? He loves the way his fingers map over the curve of her ass, and his attention to the newer parts of her is good, too, makes her feel a little less strange about having extra appendages. He nibbles at the soft skin of her thigh and her breath catches in her throat, arousal soaking into her spine and warmth flooding between her thighs.

Her fingers thread into Liem's hair, gently at first, but then they tighten, pulling his face away from her skin firmly.]

Don't get too distracted, though.

[Liem has been wanting to kiss someone ever since this fluffy tail appeared first thing this morning. He’s been waiting all day for the chance to do it, putting it off for the sake of his appearance, so he could be properly dressed when he made his overtures. Now that the opportunity is before him, he finds that he can’t resist the chance to nibble at the soft curves unveiled by Jester’s receding stockings, nor can he fail to indulge his desire to kiss the adorable freckles speckling her thighs.

He hums agreeably at the sensation of fingers threading gently into his hair—and bites back a groan when those fingers tighten their grip, dragging him back from Jester’s skin. The firm hold shivers down his spine and makes him harden against his fly.]

Oh—was I? [The expression he aims up at her is passably contrite, but his fingers still knead gently at the bare flesh at the back of her thigh. His lips curve persuasively.] I’m simply trying to be thorough.

[The way he reacts to her taking control is more than satisfying; it scratches an itch she's only recently discovered. To be in control, to have someone's will bend under hers and for them to enjoy it. She never thought Liem would be subject to her will, but she's got him here and she's damn well going to take advantage of it.]

Mmhmm. Of course you are. [One side of her mouth curves up into a lopsided smile, a sharp fang poking out from her lips.] I can't give you a nice reward if you don't get the job done, though. And you've got the whole top half of me to undress, still!

[She releases her grip on his hair, rubbing softly at the spot on his scalp to soothe the tension there.]

Back to work!

[The most cheerful domme there ever was.]

[Looking up at the crooked smile that spreads over Jester's face, Liem feels his cheeks burn a little beneath her scrutiny. She's wise not to play his game, to simply remind him of his task and put the decision to do a good job entirely in his hands. Even without any further admonishment, the playful attitude subsides from his expression, leaving a slightly embarrassed determination in its place.

Properly chastened, Liem sinks back down when she releases his hair, returning his attention to the task at hand. Now his lips and teeth tug dutifully at the fishnets, working them down her legs with the aid of gentle fingers. He is impeccably focused and on task, nudging the tights down to Jester's ankles and coaxing her to lift her feet so that he can slide the bunched-up mesh all the way off.]

[She likes the way his expression changes, how he looks a little chastened, determined to do better. It makes her feel like she's actually good at this, like maybe it's instinct. If she ever gets home to Exandria, she's going to write a personal thank-you to each and every one of the ladies at the Lavish Chateau, for sure.

Jester obligingly lifts each leg to help her fishnets the rest of the way off. When they're finally gone, she sighs—a soft, pleased note.]

Very good job. My dress next... [She reaches for Liem's hands, tugging him gently upward.] Here, you can stand for this part and give your knees a break—oh!

[She realizes, perhaps belatedly, that Liem is suddenly shorter than her, which is an experience she doesn't often have at her height.]

You got smaller...so cute...

[After spending so long on his knees, Liem accepts Jester's assistance up with a grateful grasp of his hands and a small catch of his breath as he gets to his feet. Though they weren't overtly uncomfortable while he was on the floor, his knees are stiff enough that straightening them again is enough to make them creak in protest. But since Jester isn't the one with big rabbit ears, hopefully she didn't notice.

Even though he's fully aware of just how much he's shrunk from his usual height, Liem still isn't quite expecting it when he straightens to his full height and ends up almost nose to nose with her. His ears twitch a bit self-consciously when she exclaims over how small he is. If he wasn't quite travel-sized before, he certainly is now.]

Thank you, [he says for the compliment, feeling his cheeks warm slightly.] I was aiming for distinguished, but I think you're definitely right as well.

[He's fortunate that her current form means her ears are much smaller than usual; their pointed shape has diminished to a smaller, rounder ear, which means her hearing is kind of garbage at the moment.

Liem's face is very close to hers, and she wonders briefly if it would be out of line for her to kiss him right now. The idea is incredibly appealing...]

You can be both. Distinguished and cute.

[Her voice has gotten a little bit softer, slightly smitten with Liem's new form now that the full impact of it has hit her. The soft ears, the horns which remind her of her friend Veth's antlered earmuffs, the silky dark hair, and his height. It's a good look on him. Gently but firmly, she guides his hands to her waist, her skirt fallen back over her hips. Just above Liem's right hand, a zipper is sewn into the side of her dress.]

[A charming smile curves Liem’s mouth as he continues to watch Jester, his hands now simply resting in hers since he’s finished getting to his feet. He finds that he’s actually very okay with the idea of being both distinguished and cute, especially if she’s fond of the combination. Anticipation buzzes beneath his skin at the soft sound of her voice; he very much wants her to kiss him, to touch him more than just the brief contact between hands or the stroke of fingers through his hair.

When she lowers his hands to her waist, his eyes follow them down. If he helps her undress more promptly, perhaps she’ll grant him what he wants.

His fingers glide over the fabric of her dress, seeking by touch to make sure there aren’t any extra fastenings around her back, out of his line of sight. When he finds the zipper at her waist, he coaxes it carefully open until the entire thing is undone. Though he’s trying not to linger overlong on his task, he can’t help but slide his fingertips along the trail of grey-blue skin exposed by the opened fastener, flicking his eyes back up to meet Jester’s. Only then does he move to slide the dress off completely.]

[He's deft and efficient with her zipper, the black velvet gaping open and slouching off her form as he gets it undone; Jester very helpfully slides her arms out of the extravagant tulle sleeves so the whole thing can slump around her feet. Down to her lingerie, which has a matching bralette to compliment the scrap of lace that constitutes her underwear, she beams at him, catching his hands again and moving them to rest firmly at her waist. Her skin is cool and smooth beneath his touch, though her baseline is steadily inching up by a few degrees as her desire grows.]

Good boy, [she croons, the words slipping past her tongue before she can quite stop them. Praising him comes all too easily to her, mainly because she's set the bar pretty low thus far. She grins at him with sharp teeth, stepping forward to press herself flush against him, her arms sliding around his shoulders.] That's enough for right now. And you did such a nice job, too...I think that deserves a reward, don't you think?

[She cups his jaw in one hand, fingers taking in the texture of his skin, the shape of his bone structure with evident delight as she studies his face. Yes, a reward is definitely in the cards, and she's got just the idea. Indulging her own curiosity, she leans in and kisses him. Cautious at first, and once she's ascertained a favorable reaction, she lets herself melt into it just a little more with a soft sound of enjoyment.]

[Despite his urge to follow the journey of Jester's dress as it slides down her body, Liem's eyes stay fixed steadily on hers as he helps to ease the garment from her shoulders, down over her hips and onto the floor. Despite the big, dark eyes, the small, round ears, the soft grey skin, the face before him is so clearly Jester—it's her sunny beam, her sharp-toothed grin. He returns a small, pleased smile of his own at her praise, stroking the smooth skin of her waist with small movements of his fingers.]

I would like one.

[Deserve is a strong word, and one he's not used to wielding to describe himself, but he can't deny his fascination with the way her fangs catch at the plushness of her lips, or how intriguingly cool her skin feels to someone used to warming chill hands on a partner's body. His eyes grow just a little bit wider, entranced, when she reaches up to cup his jaw in her hand. And when she kisses him, his lips open to her on a soft sigh. He relaxes into the kiss, cool lips on cool lips, sliding his hands around to trace the muscles of her back as she enjoys and he invites.]

[She's pleased by the way he responds to her kiss; cool, parted lips and his hands which take more liberties than she perhaps should allow, but Jester is a greedy thing and will always gladly accept more. She soaks in the way his touch is exploratory and appreciative, relishes the way their similar body temperatures make it easy to relax, like wading into familiar waters.

Her tongue swipes curiously past his lips, dipping into his mouth just enough to pass over his sharp fangs. The thought niggles at her, not for the first time, that she still isn't quite sure what he is, but that's a topic for later. She smooches Liem a few more times, sighing contentedly as she draws back to eye him rather dreamily.]

You taste good. Now be a good bunny and hop up on the bed for me.

[Liem hasn't had much opportunity prior to now to wonder much at the agreeable way that Jester's skin feels under his hands, against his lips. Every time he's touched her skin before today has been limited to her hands, but then hands are quite often much colder than other parts of someone's body. The more of her he explores, the more fascinated he becomes. She isn't warm, but she's so soft and quick and vital. The taste of her draws him in, encourages him to nibble at the curve of her lip. He can hear the lively beat of her pulse like a drumming in his ears. When she finally pulls back, his pupils are blown wide within the blue rings of his irises.

It doesn't occur to Liem to think that he still hasn't told Jester what he actually is. She's seen his eyes, his teeth. She's felt the chill of his skin. She knows he's far older than any human would rightly be, especially one who doesn't look a day over thirty. If she had any reservations about what kind of being he is, surely she would have voiced them before now.

A flush creeps over his cheeks at her instruction; his ears twitch marginally back, as though shy at the thought of being noticed.]

As you wish.

[Up he gets, disengaging reluctantly from her to climb atop the bedspread, settling carefully to accommodate the increasing tightness of his trousers. But his eyes stay, anticipatory, on Jester.]

[Jester delights visibly in the flush that creeps across Liem's cheeks and the widening of his pupils until his eyes are nearly as dark as her own, and she's not far behind him when he follows her orders. She bounces gently on her knees, as if testing out his mattress, and then settles on one hip, right beside him but not quite touching him. She misses her tail; she's still getting used to balancing without it, and she sways a little bit as she settles in, but it doesn't throw her off too badly as she reaches out to trail her fingers along Liem's jawline.]

I really like your ears. I want to spend some time getting to know them a leetle...

[Her fingers drift back, toward the bottom of one fuzzy ear, trailing through the fluff growing there. It's velvety-soft beneath her fingertips, ushering a sigh from her lips. The buzz of synchrony is settling into her skin, making her feel almost a little drunk, and he's so soft.]

Ohhh, my goodness...lay back for me, Liem.

[Liem is glad to see Jester follow him promptly onto the bed. He's not sure how he'd be able to stand it if she made him wait before she touched him any more. Not that she's exactly rushing to the conclusion, but even the stroke of her fingertips along his jaw to the fur at the base of his ear charms a soft, shivering sigh from him. He tips his head into the contact, eyelids fluttering.

It's an effort of will to keep them from just drifting closed—but he keeps his eyes trained on Jester's face, watching her as she touches him. Humiliation is a warm buzz beneath his skin, mixing with perverse pleasure at being stroked like a tame animal. It's impossible to tell his embarrassment at the thought apart from his titillation. He smiles at her through his blush.]

They're even softer than they look, aren't they?

[He adjusts his hips as he lies back, moving carefully to avoid lying on his own fluffy tail, and makes himself comfortable against the pillows.]

[Slowly, Jester nods, the mmmhmm coming out a little more distracted and dreamy than she intends. Her fingers pause, curl briefly to rub at the edge of that ear, and then she pulls back. Looks over Liem with an appraising eye, taking him in from the tips of his antlers all the way down to his lap, where she pauses to smirk just a little. She doesn't say anything, but lets her dark gaze flicker up to meet Liem's so he knows that he's been caught out. She knows about your boner, pal, and she won't be forgetting about it anytime soon.

She reaches over him, laughing softly to herself as she takes both his hands by the wrist and pulls them up to rest splayed over his head, pressed into the pillows.]

Now don't move, or I'll have to cast Hold Person on you.

[That's all the warning he gets before she's straddling his torso, letting her ass rest gently on his stomach. Just above the place where he'd be able to get any kind of friction or relief. Stretching forward, she looms over him, hands braced to either side of his shoulders so her generous cleavage, spilling over the top of her bra, is right over his face. And then one hand begins to stroke over his ear, questing along the soft inner shell to feel every bump and ridge.]

[From the look Liem and Jester trade as she glances up from the tent in his pants, they both know perfectly well the state he's currently in—one that's only going to become more desperate over the course of the evening. He presses his lips together at the sight of her smirk, and wonders just what he's getting himself into.

Then his wrists are being pinned up above his head, and as Jester delivers her instruction (warning?), his eyes go huge on a surge of arousal that shoots straight to his groin. His reply is a breathy oh, which comes out with a fervent cadence suggesting that what he really meant was oh god.

He's definitely had dreams like this—maybe not including the bunny thing specifically, but certainly the part where a curvy woman sits on him. Liem swallows as she settles over him, his eyes wandering from her face to the cleavage threatening to spill from her bra—then he lets out a small sigh as she rubs her fingers once again over his ear. She'll feel it immediately if he squirms even a little, so he tries to distract himself by working to master the shallow wreck that his breathing has hurtled into, trembling slightly beneath her curious touch.]

[It's immensely gratifying to see Liem's eyes go wide in response to her treatment; she's not being especially rough, but there's a strength behind her movements and she's very aware of it. Her smirk doesn't budge as she stretches out above him and gets to work.]

Does that feel nice? Or does it tickle?

[She can feel Liem struggling to rein in his breathing below her, but she pays that little mind, too interested in rubbing her cool fingers into every little ridge and crevice, tracing gently along the outer edge of his left ear.]

Umm.

[Liem’s initial response comes out rather less articulate than he’d like, owing to the curious and fascinating touch of Jester’s fingers along the skin of his ear. He takes a slow, measured breath—drawing it down to the very bottom of his ribs, expanding through the diaphragm—and lets it trickle out before trying again.]

It feels good. Gentle.

[And even though she’s only touching his ear, the rest of him is alert and already thrumming with anticipation. He nibbles his lower lip with one long fang, trying not to dwell on the way his clothes shift and press against his skin, trying not to imagine those cool, careful fingers tracing the line of his neck or sliding beneath his clothing. But he can’t help but think about it—he can’t help but want it. His want comes out on a softly breathed confession.]

Gods, I want you to touch me more. Everywhere.

Good.

[Jester's voice is soft, distracted; she finds herself surprisingly focused on touching Liem's ears, maybe because it offers a good incentive not to touch the rest of him even though they both very clearly want that. She takes the right ear between thumb and forefinger, now, sighing softly as she rubs thin skin and velvety-soft fur.]

Oh? That's good to know. I'd like to touch you lots of places...

[Her mind wanders to some of them, wonders if any other parts of Liem are fuzzy, wonders what he's packing in those nicely-tailored trousers. She could find out, right now, and she really wants to...but no. She'll wait. It's more fun the longer she drags this out.]

But I won't. Not yet. I still have to inspect these horns, too, when I'm done with your ears.

[Liem makes a noise that is dangerously close to being a purr as Jester rubs the skin of his ear between her fingers. It's either that or a little growl of frustration—based on the way his brows furrow at her mention of inspecting his horns, the idea of being made to wait longer while she satisfies her curiosity is a vexing one.]

Oh—right. Of course.

[He makes a valiant effort to sound nonchalant, like the prospect of waiting for her to progress her explorations isn't a source of keen impatience for him, with only limited success. His hips squirm uselessly against empty air as her touch slides along the edge of his ear. He can hear her every breath and each beat of her heart—this close, it isn't even difficult—and he focuses his efforts on matching his breathing up with hers.]

[Leaning with one elbow planted beside Liem's head, her body splayed out across his torso, Jester pauses her exploration to lean down and glance at him with barely-concealed mirth in her expression.]

Oh? Are you disappointed?

[She feels his hips squirming, and it makes her tut softly.]

You have to stay still, remember? No cheating, Liem! If you want to win the game you have to play by the rules. Hmmm...

[She shifts upward again, as if to resume her gentle touching of his ears, but this time she keeps her chest angled low.]

Maybe you need something to keep you occupied...

[She smirks, and then just sort of drapes her dangerously spilling cleavage right over Liem's face, leaving him just enough wriggle room that he can still breathe. She's pretty sure she never heard of a man who didn't like having tits in his face, so it's worth a shot, she thinks as her fingers begin to quest through his silky hair in search of the bases of his horns. She wants to see if he's sensitive there the way she is.]

[Reining his body back under control, Liem stills the movement of his hips as Jester playfully admonishes him. He raises an eyebrow as he looks up at her, needy impatience thinly veiled beneath a long-suffering expression. He can't even say that he dislikes being toyed with in this way, not if the arousal throbbing hard against his trousers is any indication. On the other hand, with the influence of his gem making restraint nigh-impossible, his desire is very quickly turning to desperation.]

What happens if I winnnn—

[His slightly petulant question is interrupted by Jester's breasts descending to meet his face, very nearly wedging his long nose right into her cleavage. He's certainly distracted, mostly by the urge to nuzzle a trail of kisses over the generous curves of her chest, which according to her instructions he is distinctly not allowed to do. Not even a little bit. Liem swallows against the dryness in his throat, and the noise he makes when she threads her fingers back into the hair around his horns is less a hum of pleasure and more an eager whine.]

[Jester giggles at the way Liem trails off into her cleavage, the sound magnified by its proximity to his ears. Her fingers rub inquisitively at the base of his horns, marveling at the difference between them and her own. Much thinner, and more round than oblong like her own are. The texture is different, too. Meanwhile, her lips press soft kisses between them, nuzzling her nose into his hairline. He's doing such a good job of keeping still...]

Use your mouth, [she orders gently; her neck cranes around to brush her lips against the fluffy hair near the base of his ear as she says it, a soft but authoritative murmur. She craves the attention almost as much as he does, but the difference is that she's in charge, so she can make it happen for herself.]

[Jester's exploration of his horns is a pale and muted thing to Liem compared to the sensation of her lips pressing into his hair. His lashes flutter against the skin of her chest, breath catching in his throat as she cranes her neck to drop a kiss near the base of his ear.]

Thank you, Jester.

[The words are muffled by the curve of her breast, lukewarm breath feathering over her skin. He tries to remain as still as he can within the limits of this new instruction, tipping his face only slightly to press open-mouthed kisses against her chest, to trail his lips over the side of one breast and tease the soft flesh there with scrapes of his teeth and swipes of his tongue. He's as eager as he dares be, hungry for the yielding softness of her skin but cautious of distracting her too much and earning her admonishment.]

You're welcome, [she giggles, nibbling gently on the edge of Liem's ear as her fingertips scritch gently at the base of his horns. One of her personal favorite things.

His lips feel so good against her skin, keyed-up as she is, a sigh exhaled into Liem's hair. She leans into his kisses, and then urges him on after a few moments.]

More tongue?

[It comes out more like a question than a demand, intoxicated as she is by the brief little kitten-licks he's giving her and immediately craving more. She should make more of an effort to stay focused, but she's feeling too impulsive for that right now.]

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