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[leetle]

Hey! It's Jester!
I can't pick up right now, but I'll reply really soon, okay? Don't miss me too much.
...doot doo doo beep boop!





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[halforc]

[ He can't help much with the divesting of the dress but the unbuttoned front suddenly presents access to her chest and he mouths his way across the top of her breasts, leaving a hot trail over her bra and slipping his tongue beneath lace. She's taking two fingers so well, he rewards that with a firm roll of his thumb over her clit, wetness making every touch easy. ]

You weren't kidding about dripping down here.

[ That's why he starts fucking her, fingers imitating a cock as he begins working her open around them, his wrist smeared in her slick against the heat of her cunt. He reckons she needs it. ]

[leetle]

[Fjord's mouth on the flushed skin of her chest is exactly what she wanted; her breasts heave with each breath, nipples already stiff enough to show through the lace cups of her bra. His comment draws a laugh out of her.]

I'm half-Water Genasi, so—!

[Her hips start to roll upward to meet the thrusts of Fjord's hand, eager to feel as much as she can, to soak in every little sensation.]

[halforc]

[ His laughter rumbles against the soft pillow of her chest. ]

We'll need a new blanket?

[ It's all well and good for Jester but Fjord wants to get involved for his own part too, more so than just showing her the ropes; he can do that and indulge his own curiosity. His fingers slip free without warning as she starts to rock up and he climbs between her legs, wiping his hand off on the sheets as he parts her dress and reseals kisses to her breasts, fingertips teasing her clit. ]

I'm going to use my mouth on you, unless you have any objections.

[ Trailing his tongue down between blue mounds. ]

[leetle]

It's fine, [She insists, whining a little at the loss of his fingers but more than happy with his proposed alternative; Jester squirms a little bit at the teasing fingertips, and then shakes her head vigorously.]

No objections at all. Are you going to show me what I've been missing out on~?

[halforc]

[ The teasing gets a look, challenge accepted. ]

You bet I am.

[ Fjord's no nonsense approach is to grab a pillow and pull it under Jester's hips so she's even further exposed, skirt flung up as Fjord sits back and takes a look at what he was imagining when downstairs. She's violet and a little pink where her body has flushed, shining with slick, and he inadvertently licks his lips. He feels a low noise like a growl lodge in his throat. ]

You can hold onto my hair, if you need to.

[ The cocky words muffle as he settles down to lick a long, flat stripe, the salty taste of her consuming his senses as his tongue parts her folds this time, lips lightly sucking. ]

[leetle]

[He's so good at taking charge, Jester thinks with a note of pride as he rearranges the pillows and her limbs to his satisfaction; before she quite knows it she's spread open for him, watching him gaze down at her hungrily like she's a whole Hero's Feast all for him.]

Okay. [Her voice comes out in a near-whisper that melts into a low, pleased moan as his tongue meets her dripping folds, parting them, drawing a series of blissed-out sounds from her mouth.]

Oh, fuck. [It's almost a laugh, surprised at just how good it feels compared to how she'd always imagined. How good he looks, framed by her plump blueberry thighs. One hand does push into his hair, not grabbing tight just yet, but just settling there comfortably.]

[halforc]

[ Fjord moans into the heat of her, using his tusks to keep her parted for the way he licks inside and fills her with the flick of his tongue, a long hot lash of heat curling inside her tightness. He's not so shy about fucking her like that, encouraging her thighs to rest over his shoulders and sliding a palm up her body to knead a breast, rolling a nipple under his thumb absently-mindedly.

With his mouth plastered to her wet skin, he lets another groan pour right into her. ]

Mmmm ...

[leetle]

[The press of his tusks against her most sensitive parts has goosebumps flaring across her skin, shivering slightly as she shifts to hook her knees over Fjord's broad shoulders. He's touching her everywhere, his mouth and his fingers on her nipple, and then he groans and Jester's whole body shudders with the vibration of it.]

Fjord...

[halforc]

[ She wanted to know what it was like being eaten out by someone keen to, so he stays right there as she writhes on his tongue, shivering. Minutes pass with Fjord cleaning up her dripping pussy before soft sucking lips slide up to find her clit and make a home there, filling her back up with his fingers in faster pumps, fucking her with an added third finger to mimic the dildo.

The front of his pants digs heavily into the bedding, hard as hell. What he wouldn't give to sink inside her ... but this is her first time with him, his first time with her, and he doesn't want to fuck her on the heels of a piece of plastic. ]

[leetle]

[The moment Fjord's mouth seals around her clit, Jester is gone, letting out blissed-out cries of pleasure one right on top of each other, thighs shaking around his ears. Her fingers tighten in his hair, now, pulling at the roots as she keeps him right where he is so she can chase down her pleasure.]

Fuck, fuck, right there—!

[halforc]

[ Jester can hold him exactly where she wants for as long as she wants, Fjord is devoted to helping her get off from the fingers fucking that one spot she loves so much to the wet, sloppy sucking over over her swollen clit. He brings his other hand down from her breasts to grasp at a thigh and push her knee higher, spreading her open and holding her like that so that she has no responsibilities, no worries, except to lie back and enjoy everything he has to give. A rough 'Jester' rumbles out, purred almost, and he hurries the flick of his tongue to match his fingers.

She's close, tightening right up ... He loves being here, ensconced between her legs, and plans to make a habit of this far more often. ]

[leetle]

[Blood thundering in her ears, Jester can barely focus on any one thing at once; her tail is positively thrashing below her as her brain flits from Fjord's fingers to the mouth on her clit, the strong hand holding her wide open for him. Suddenly it's all so much, too much, and she crashes over the edge of orgasm with a series of harsh gasps, her chest heaving as her vision goes fuzzy and dark for a moment. Her body goes still save for her breathing, thighs still trembling as she sprawls back on the duvet. It's definitely going to need a wash after this.]

[halforc]

[ Fjord waits until the tremors start to weaken, ducking his head to clean off his fingers then slowly drag long licks over the mess Jester has made, cleaning her up as best he can. He runs his hands along her thighs to soothe any twitching nerves, avoiding her clit for the time being but staying where he is to slip his tongue inside her now and again while lapping up her slick. ]

[leetle]

[Eventually, Jester comes back to herself, her cheeks still flushed as she picks her head up to look down at Fjord, still dragging his tongue across her folds. She's so sensitive, and so highly aware of exactly how wet she's become, but Fjord doesn't seem to mind one bit, so she decides not to be embarrassed about it. Instead, her fingers pet through his hair almost rewardingly.]

You were amazing, [she tells him without pretense, voice soft and a little hazy.] I had no idea it would be like that.

[halforc]

We can go again, whenever you're ready.

[ He winks up her body as the pillow is tossed aside to let her collapse, crawling up to rest his cheek on her navel and encircle her waist in a hug. Parts of his beard are shining, unable to dry off just yet. ]

Unless you want to kick me out ...

[leetle]

I am not kicking you out. [Jester's more than happy to curl her arms around his shoulders, content to lay there in her own wet spot if it means snuggles can be a thing. Her fingernails scratch gently at Fjord's scalp, glancing down at him dubiously.]

What about you? I can't be allowed to have all the fun, you know.

[halforc]

Hm? Oh. [ He wrinkles his nose, laughing softly as he noses her belly to hide. ] That's, ah. It's a lot of ... fuss. You don't have to do anything, Jes, I'm alright. Relax and enjoy yourself.

[leetle]

'Fuss?' [Her tone is skeptical, but she doesn't push the issue, either. Instead she leans down far enough to plant a kiss atop the half-orc's head, so very warm and happy and content.]

Whatever you say. [Her head flops back on the pillow, eyes closing for a moment.]

By the way. 'The whisper of claws'? That was inspired. You should write erotica, you know?

[halforc]

I've been ... reading some, since we got here.

[ He climbs up to roll onto his side so he doesn't crush her, arms open for her. The blankets are tossed over her waist for propriety's sake. ]

Caleb likes the books from the library, so I pick him up some and grab whatever looks interesting for myself. There's always porn in it somewhere.

[leetle]

[Jester adjusts easily, rolling into his arms and nestling down in them happily while she listens to him talk, her ear pressed to his chest and his heartbeat a soothing pulse underneath.]

That's so cute! You should share them with me when you're done. I have Tusk Love but I've read it a zillion times.

[She leans up to kiss Fjord on the corner of his mouth, and then makes eye contact so he knows exactly what she's saying.] I'm ready for a new story.

[halforc]

[ He side-eyes her through the kiss, mollified when she wants something new on all levels. ]

One's about Mothman, a man-moth. [ Yes, it's that deep!! Don't judge him, not when he's tucking her hair behind her ears and horns. ] He helps save a world called America but then he betrays the President, the love of his life. I met Mothman here, he's miserable as fuck and gave me this ...

[ Showing her one of the thin, long scars down his forearm. ]

[leetle]

[Jester just kind of stares at Fjord for a second, looking doubtfully between the scar and his face.]

A man-moth from a story book is real and he hurt you?

[halforc]

Yes.

[ The sheer honesty of it blinks at her. ]

He gives off this aura of misery, it's horrible. Mothman's depressed as fuck.

[leetle]

Well, what the fuck!

[Jester laughs, burying her face in Fjord's shirt.]

Good for him for having a romance book written about him, though, that's pretty nice.

[halforc]

Don't ever do what I did and go looking for him, he's not much of a conversationalist ... maybe because he has the head of a moth. You know what? That's creepy as fuck, let me look at you!

[ He shudders off the mental imagery and wonders what's wrong with him, chatting away about monsters he has encountered when he has a naked Jester to wrap his arms around. Fjord does just that and tickles her sides, nuzzling low on her neck to avoid getting horned in the eye. ]