[ She helps him untie and unhook the bodice and shimmies her shoulders so it slides off, then promptly loses interest in the thing. Instead she leans down, her skin against his chest, and slides her way up until she can kiss him again, full and passionate. She won't tease too much (probably) but it's her nature, it can't be helped. ]
[ Her wings flutter a bit, inviting him to return the favor if he likes. ]
[Absolutely perfect. He strokes her wings from the outside to where they meet her back as he returns the kiss in full, hoping to tease out moans from her that are louder than his own. Not that he's embarrassed to be loud, but he does so like to see her enjoying herself.]
[ She doesn't moan but she does purr, in such a way that invokes a predatory feeling, and she wraps around him if the sound wasn't clear enough. ]
[ Her arm slides around his shoulders and then she sits up, hoping to tug him to sitting as well. And then wrapping him up further, her legs curling around his hips to cross at the small of his back with absolutely no mind that there's still a few scraps of clothing that need removing. Her wings too fan around him, as if staking a claim, and if his wings bump hers then the bony hook on the tip of hers traces down the edge of his, another point of contact. She wants all she can get. ]
[Those few scraps of clothing are important and highly annoying, and when Doctor sits up, he lifts one of her legs to try to work her underwear down her body without his torso in the way. He's not opposed to the contact - far from it - but he's not that patient, please.]
[ She huffs a bit at his efforts, something close to a laugh. And then she reaches down between them and uses her talons to tear the cloth from her body. That's how much she desires not to peel away from him, not for a single moment. ]
[ Her legs squeeze them close again, and this time she does moan as she slides against him -- not quite what he's seeking, but enough contact to flush her silvery skin. ]
[ One of these days she'll lay off enough to let him tease her properly without becoming impatient himself. Not with harpybrain + instinct surging through her. ]
[ But she can tell how near the end of his rope the poor man is, so no more torment. She allows him to shift her as he needs, tilting her hips to make it easier and then using her legs to pull him into her fully in one slick movement. ]
I'm just enough [ she murmurs against his mouth, and then her hips move. ]
[He rocks up into her as she moves down onto him, pressing him deep inside her. Now that she's finally done teasing him, the feeling of heat and connection is overwhelming. He presses kisses to her neck and shoulders, leaving soft red marks in his wake.]
[ She isn't going to tease but she's not going to hurry either, shifting against him at an even but indulgent pace. Head thrown back so he can do as he likes with her neck, she shakes out her long hair, which now has an ombre effect going from silver-white to deep red. ]
[ Reaching over his shoulder, she teases his wings at the spot she knows is most sensitive. She promised nothing about not being incredibly thorough. ]
[She's allowed to do as she likes now that he's inside her. He muffles his moan into her neck before moving to suck and nibble on her ear, one hand on her hip to steady her and another to stroke one of her wings.]
[ This time she moans as well, unrestrained, from his touch and from being lost in that way only he seems able to do. It's not only the wings, or her own transformation, it's feeling safe and accepted and wanted. ]
[ Her back arches as her hips rock faster, sending her wings snapping out straight back. The sound she makes is strangled, but unmistakably a pleased growl. ]
[She's beautiful, stunning in every way, and her body fits his perfectly. He presses kisses to the tips of her wings, somewhat muffling his own moans.]
[ Her wings flick at his touch and kisses, curling around him almost possessively. If he looks back at her face, he'll see her red eyes have gone bright and gold. ]
[ She gives him a long, breathless kiss while the small of he back flexes to tilt her hips, making her moan against his mouth. Then she places a hand on his chest and pushes him, aiming to get him on his back on her improvised wing pillow. If he goes, he'll find her demeanor shifts -- wings flaring, back arching, hips swiveling, gold eyes burning down on him. The pitch of her voice lifts by quick degrees, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room in time with the rocking bed. ]
[Down he goes. She's a vision above him, radiant in her beauty and her pleasure, a true queen. He strokes the tip of a wing with one hand and rubs her clit above where they're joined with the other, to the same rhythm as her movements.
His own cries echo hers, her name falling into wordless moans.]
[ Her gold eyes stand out against her silvery skin and the din of the room, watching him closely despite that she tends to shut her eyes when especially pleased as she is now. A slow smile forms as he touches her, and her hips abruptly stop, pressing down on him. ]
Always so considerate, [ her low purr of a voice croons, and she reaches down to stroke through his hair and down his cheek. ]
What if I asked that you not finish until I say to? [ Her hips turn a slow, teasing circle, no vertical movement whatsoever. ] Could you do that for me?
[It might be sweet torture, but at this moment he truly believes he could fulfill anything she asked of him. As long as it would make her smile like that.]
[ Her expression shifts, true joy mingled in with her predator's smile. She stoops down further and kisses him, slow and full. ]
So good to me. I'll make sure to reward you.
[ On her way back up to sitting, she strokes along the edge of one of his wings with two outstretched fingers. ] When it's time, I'll kiss you again.
[ Before he can say anything her hips move again, lifting her nearly off him before gliding back down and shifting her muscles so she flutters around him. She didn't say she'd make it easy. ]
[ She can see him zoning out a bit as she moves, and though she doesn't love it, she knows it's his effort to follow her directive. So she loves him for it, but that doesn't mean she'll accept it. ]
[ Lilting her hips just so, she makes an unrestrained keening sound which soars to all corners of the room and must surely interrupt whatever else he's thinking about. If that doesn't do it, she reaches down to pluck his hand from wherever it's perched and guides it up her body -- the taut planes of her stomach, over her breast, up to her mouth so her tongue and teeth can tease and nip at his fingers, and then she laces her fingers with his from behind his hand so she can hold it fast and gently, slowly bite the inside of his wrist. All the while her hips move at a lazy, legato pace, pressing down hard against him while the muscles inside her coil around him and crest upwards like she's stroking him, and with each movement she purrs her delight. ]
[ She wants him unable to think of anything but her. Her eyes gloam with a soft golden glow and watch him carefully, hoping he'll come around. ]
[ Wrecked is a good look for him, she must say. But when his blood hits her tongue she groans and her hips speed eagerly -- there won't ever be a turn-on as big as tasting how much he wants her, and in this case she gets an echo of those same feelings. She laps at his wrist before placing his hand on her waist, squeezing so his hold is as she likes it. ]
[ She makes a sound like she might have been trying to gasp out a word, and her hips press him down hard each time she moves. She leans forward, lowering herself onto her elbows, her panting mouth close to his. ]
[He catches her mouth in a messy kiss, no concentration left for grace or precision or anything but pure need. Doctor squeezes her tightly, meeting each motion with his own.
He can't call her name like this, but it's there in the flush on his skin, the tang of his blood and desire. Aliza, Aliza, Aliza.]
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[ Her wings flutter a bit, inviting him to return the favor if he likes. ]
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[ Her arm slides around his shoulders and then she sits up, hoping to tug him to sitting as well. And then wrapping him up further, her legs curling around his hips to cross at the small of his back with absolutely no mind that there's still a few scraps of clothing that need removing. Her wings too fan around him, as if staking a claim, and if his wings bump hers then the bony hook on the tip of hers traces down the edge of his, another point of contact. She wants all she can get. ]
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[ Her legs squeeze them close again, and this time she does moan as she slides against him -- not quite what he's seeking, but enough contact to flush her silvery skin. ]
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You are - far too much.
[He grips her hips to try to pull her onto him properly.]
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[ But she can tell how near the end of his rope the poor man is, so no more torment. She allows him to shift her as he needs, tilting her hips to make it easier and then using her legs to pull him into her fully in one slick movement. ]
I'm just enough [ she murmurs against his mouth, and then her hips move. ]
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[He rocks up into her as she moves down onto him, pressing him deep inside her. Now that she's finally done teasing him, the feeling of heat and connection is overwhelming. He presses kisses to her neck and shoulders, leaving soft red marks in his wake.]
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[ Reaching over his shoulder, she teases his wings at the spot she knows is most sensitive. She promised nothing about not being incredibly thorough. ]
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[ Her back arches as her hips rock faster, sending her wings snapping out straight back. The sound she makes is strangled, but unmistakably a pleased growl. ]
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[She's beautiful, stunning in every way, and her body fits his perfectly. He presses kisses to the tips of her wings, somewhat muffling his own moans.]
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[ She gives him a long, breathless kiss while the small of he back flexes to tilt her hips, making her moan against his mouth. Then she places a hand on his chest and pushes him, aiming to get him on his back on her improvised wing pillow. If he goes, he'll find her demeanor shifts -- wings flaring, back arching, hips swiveling, gold eyes burning down on him. The pitch of her voice lifts by quick degrees, sounds of pleasure echoing through the room in time with the rocking bed. ]
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His own cries echo hers, her name falling into wordless moans.]
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Always so considerate, [ her low purr of a voice croons, and she reaches down to stroke through his hair and down his cheek. ]
What if I asked that you not finish until I say to? [ Her hips turn a slow, teasing circle, no vertical movement whatsoever. ] Could you do that for me?
[ Queen Mode does not fuck around ]
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[It might be sweet torture, but at this moment he truly believes he could fulfill anything she asked of him. As long as it would make her smile like that.]
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So good to me. I'll make sure to reward you.
[ On her way back up to sitting, she strokes along the edge of one of his wings with two outstretched fingers. ] When it's time, I'll kiss you again.
[ Before he can say anything her hips move again, lifting her nearly off him before gliding back down and shifting her muscles so she flutters around him. She didn't say she'd make it easy. ]
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Think about not sexy things. Think about medicine. Think about the formulas for medicine. List every ingredient in your head.]
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[ Lilting her hips just so, she makes an unrestrained keening sound which soars to all corners of the room and must surely interrupt whatever else he's thinking about. If that doesn't do it, she reaches down to pluck his hand from wherever it's perched and guides it up her body -- the taut planes of her stomach, over her breast, up to her mouth so her tongue and teeth can tease and nip at his fingers, and then she laces her fingers with his from behind his hand so she can hold it fast and gently, slowly bite the inside of his wrist. All the while her hips move at a lazy, legato pace, pressing down hard against him while the muscles inside her coil around him and crest upwards like she's stroking him, and with each movement she purrs her delight. ]
[ She wants him unable to think of anything but her. Her eyes gloam with a soft golden glow and watch him carefully, hoping he'll come around. ]
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Aliza...
[He squeezes her fingers and rocks up into her, unable to help himself.]
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[ She makes a sound like she might have been trying to gasp out a word, and her hips press him down hard each time she moves. She leans forward, lowering herself onto her elbows, her panting mouth close to his. ]
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He can't call her name like this, but it's there in the flush on his skin, the tang of his blood and desire. Aliza, Aliza, Aliza.]