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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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[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. ]

[leetle]

I won't, I wo—Fjord!

[Jester shrieks, scrambling to defend her soft parts from his assault, an effervescent laugh bubbling up from her throat.]

Fuck youhahahahaha!

[halforc]

[ She is being bearded, resistance is futile! Ah, but he has pity since she's likely still worn out and loose-limbed from her orgasm, slumping in the crook of that neck where he gets comfy in the hope of more hair-petting. ]

Got you.

[ Tracing circles up and down her side where the blanket leaves a slice of blue skin undefended. ]

[leetle]

[He relents, and Jester goes boneless beneath him, gasping for her breath. Below, her tail curls around his calf, and she grins to herself as her fingers dance over his shoulders.]

Yeah, you do.