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[Jester doesn't even question the possessive as it slips out of her mouth, caught up in the onslaught of sensation and closeness and the irresistible draw of Synchrony. Her Sapphire makes it so easy to just let go, to let her desire flow over like water running over the edges of a vessel. And there's Liem, his eagerness and the greedy way his hands map over her skin, his mouth wet and sweet on her nipple, he's been so good to her that he deserves everything she can give him.

Her hands don't stay still, fingers tracing down the furrow of his spine, her nails raking his skin lightly on their way back up to wander over his shoulders. Each meeting of their hips pulls eager, encouraging sounds from Jester's mouth. Sometimes wordless, sometimes a breathless yes, there!, always sweet and sincere and eager as he fills her so well.]

[For every sound of encouragement from Jester, for every sigh and moan that accompanies the rhythmic meeting of their bodies, the need beating wildly inside of Liem grows more frantic. He gasps breathless encouragement for the light rake of nails over his back, even as he chases her own little words of praise, trying to find just the right angle, the right rhythm that will fill her just so.

His body and his gem might be hungry for his own satisfaction, but even more than that, Liem thirsts for more of those eager sounds that spill from her lips, sounds that thrill his body almost as much as her tight heat wrapped around him. He shifts his weight, slowing briefly as his wandering touch slides between them, over the curve of her hip and belly until his thumb is rubbing against the swollen pearl of her clit. Then just like that, he begins fucking her in earnest once again, teasing her slickened clit with every eager thrust while she's stretched tight around his cock.]

[It's funny, how rapidly Jester's perception of Liem is changing. She's always thought he's handsome, since they met. She remembers sneaking little peeks at him in the hot springs in Haustram, not so long ago. But with his upright demeanor, she's never thought of him as sexy until today. He is, undeniably; his sounds, his fervent and unrestrained attentions, his flushed cheeks, that piercing gaze trained fully on her? That's another thing altogether.

Her instinct when he draws away is to follow after him, but the presence of his hand snaking its way down her soft stomach stops her, draws a gasp from her as it finds its way between her thighs and his fingers tease out her swollen, violet clit.]

Ah, gods, please—

[Jester shudders, her thighs tightening around Liem's waist, head thrown back as pleasure rolls through her like a fever chill.]

Come inside, oh, inside me, Liem.

[Jester's fervent invitation is all it takes to break down the last of Liem's restraint, trampling over the crumbling barriers that had been bidding him, wait, wait, as he tried to delay his own climax. He drinks in her gasp like wine, thrusting into her with mounting urgency as the shudders of her own pleasure spur him on.]

Gods, Jester—

[Words fail him as he watches her arching beneath him, lust and ecstasy written in every line of her body, hot and wanting and so very alive. Pleasure swells in him until he's brimming with it, then finally it crests in a flood, drawing a low, ragged moan from him as he bucks into her with that final, trembling release.]

[Jester relishes in the moment she feels Liem let go, lets the rest of his inhibitions fall away. He's pounding into her and his fingers rubs in exactly the right place and she's wet, almost dripping where their bodies meet. Shockwaves of pleasure lance through her, quicker and closer together, and before very long at all he's letting out a filthy moan and complying with her request all too happily. There's a warm, flooding feeling inside of her and her huge dark eyes clamp shut as she follows after Liem in short order.]

Oh, oh—! [A bark-like yelp issues from her as her body arches into a taut line beneath him, nails digging into his shoulders and her heels digging in to pull him in and hold him close. Her vision is fuzzy when she opens her eyes again, her breath coming out in quick, heavy pants as she rocks through the aftershocks of her orgasm. After a moment, her voice echoes faintly near his ear:]

Holy fucking shitballs, Liem...

[For one long, bright moment Liem is lost in the carnal delight of their joined bodies, his long ears pinned back and trembling as his hips move with fitful urgency against her. Her own orgasm ripples through him like an aftershock, coaxing a shuddering breath from his lungs as their synchrony washes him in that second wave of pleasure. Finally he slumps over her, leaning his elbows against the bed as he presses his face against the join of her neck and shoulder.]

I’ve never heard that one before.

[His reply comes slowly, exhaled against her skin as he regains his breath. Somehow, a hint of his usual mildness still manages to creep into it.]

They’re good shitballs, I hope.

[As her breathing evens out and the tension bleeds from Jester's body, she lets out a soft, shuddering sigh, her fingers running in gentle trails up and down Liem's back. Her head falls back against the mattress, hair mussed and sticking to her face, and a breathless laugh startles out of her.]

Hahaha, oh, yes. Definitely. I mean, bravo.

[Her hands clap faintly behind him, and then her arms drop and one hand slides between them, where their bodies are still joined, her fingers sliding through the slick between her thighs. Jester moans softly, her hand retreating, smearing it across her lower abdomen.]

Such a mess you made, Liem...

[Never mind that she asked him to do it, of course.]

[Content as Liem is, the gentle trail of Jester’s nails over his back brings a quiet sigh to his lips, and he arches slightly beneath them, languid as a stretching cat. He chooses to take her jesting applause as a compliment, and regards her with sly satisfaction as her hand wanders down her body and finds the slickness between her legs.]

Well… I’d best clean it up then, don’t you think?

[His house, his mess—his responsibility. His ears quiver as he pulls out of her with a small groan, but his eyes stay steady on hers as he continues to prowl backwards down her body. He pauses over her lower belly, dipping his gaze and then his mouth to lave the slick smear with slow strokes of his tongue.]

[That sly look Liem gives her would have her heart rate picking up again, even if it wasn't immediately followed by his suggestion to clean up his mess. She gasps, eyelashes fluttering as she catches his meaning, and nods eagerly.]

Oh, yes, I think that's a very good idea. [Her clean fingers smooth over his quivering ears, and the ones that had been between her legs approach his mouth as he starts to lap the mess off her belly.]

Here, don't miss a spot—!

[Gods, she feels utterly spoiled and she's loving every single minute of it.]

[Now that his attention isn’t so sorely distracted by the needy ache in his groin, Liem finds it far easier to let his mouth wander over Jester’s belly, interspersing slow strokes of his tongue with open-mouthed kisses he presses into the soft skin. She has such a wonderful little body, all that power and vitality wrapped up in a soft, freckled package. And her cool fingers stroking along his ears feel tantalizingly good.]

Oh— Of course.

[He looks up again with feigned gravity as his eyes land on the hand she offers him. Liem leans forward and, careful of his fangs, closes his lips over one finger to suck gently on it. As he follows with the next finger, and then the next, his hands stroke slowly down her thighs.]

[Jester can't help but squirm a little as Liem mouths over her tummy, his tongue so close and yet so far from where she really wants it. Still, his lips closing around her finger are a good detour; she moans, her lashes fluttering as she watches him diligently clean off each digit.]

Much better, [she coos, pulling her last finger from his mouth with a soft, wet sound. Her hips scoot a little closer to him, her thighs parting to better expose her slick violet cunt, dripping with his spend. Her voice takes on the same authority from before.]

Keep going.

[Playful satisfaction rolls through Liem at the sound of Jester’ soft moan and cooing approval. His tongue flicks slowly over his lips as he looks up at her, catching a lingering bit of slick, and he dips lower with every intention of continuing his task.

It’s obvious enough where she’s hoping his mouth will go, but instead of making directly for her cunt, he can’t resist the urge to detour to the places where their mess has spread to her inner thighs. He’s not doing it just to make her wait—but he is making her wait as he laps and sucks at the plump flesh, cleaning one thigh before moving to the other.]

[He looks so good, licking her taste off his lips, Jester's breath catches in her throat. She should have known Liem would tease her, which is cruel after she so nicely gave him everything he wanted. But maybe this is what he wants...which means she's getting a taste of her own medicine. How the tables have turned.

Still, Jester definitely isn't complaining about Liem's tongue and mouth getting to know her thighs rather intimately. She moans and arches into each pass of his tongue, violet marks rising easily against her blue-gray skin. Eventually, her impatience starts to get the better of her.]

Liem...please...

[The look of those violet marks he sucks and teases into her flesh is intriguing, lighting little sparks of thrill low in his belly with each moan and each bloom of colour. He’s more thorough than he needs to be to simply clean the traces of slick from her skin, but when that please falls from her lips, he finally consents to hurry toward his actual destination.

Despite his recent climax, his cock throbs at how easily her instructions for him have been changed to pleas. As he shifts and his mouth finally finds the heat of her cunt, he can’t help but crave the sound of his name once more teased to her lips, and that want lingers in his thoughts as he turns his attention to where she’s messiest. With light, patient strokes of his tongue, he laps gently at the salty slick dripping from her, careful not to be too insistent with his attentions. Instead, the cool touch of his tongue and lips wanders, tracing her folds and circling feather-light around the bud of her clit before sliding back down to lap at her again.]

[A shudder wracks Jester's body as Liem finally puts his mouth where she wants it, and her fingers find their way to the bases of his horns, curling tight but not pulling. Just keeping him there.

Knowing that he's licking his own come out of her is ridiculously hot, and that knowledge draws a heavy, satisfied sigh out of her. Even though he's teasing her, keeping the strokes of his tongue light and none too focused, she's still so happy in her afterglow that she's content for now, just to let him explore with his mouth.]

[The hands gripping his horns—that's new, and a little thrill shivers through Liem at the unfamiliar pleasure of being held in place in such a way, sending his fluffy tail sticking straight up behind him. His fingers caress her thighs as he keeps obediently to his task, licking every bit of spilled arousal from her slick lips.

She's probably right to keep him held in place. His attention to her cunt is almost worshipful, the attentions of his lips and tongue dedicated just as much to exploring her as to lapping up his seed. He crowns her clit with a cool kiss, and he'd be tempted to take a detour back to her belly or thighs if not for the fingers keeping him in place. So instead he dips his tongue inside her cunt, burrowing with long, devout strokes in to where she's hottest.]

[Jester isn't shy about letting Liem know exactly how she feels about what he's doing; her breaths build up tight in her chest, held there and then exhaled with eager, appreciative sounds. Her sapphire amplifies the feeling of riding on waves, each lap of Liem's tongue across her clit buoying her along. But it's not until he burrows his tongue into her that he earns his name on her lips again.]

Oh, Liem, oh, gods, [she pants, her fingers curling tighter around his horns as she forgets her manners and uses them to hold him right where he is. The phantom tail that isn't really there is thumping against the duvet, she can practically feel it.]

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