[...nothing had stopped her. Nothing had taken this away from her. Nothing kept her from accepting what Eren had been offering her all this time; a respite, a brief freedom from her guilt.
That feeling was just as exhilarating as the brush of his fingers on her back, the warm wet kiss against the softness of her chest. It all made Kaede shiver, though she was far from cold. Watching his arousal spread, visible from skin to scale, made the same warmth gather in her, feeling poorly contained by her form.
She felt the Dragon lifting her up, and curved her back to move with him instead of wriggling out of his grasp. The Chimera leaned back so he could kiss her still, but didn't settle to the ground yet. Eren wouldn't be able to touch her back as much then, and that just wouldn't do. Besides the poncho, there was nothing in the way of his hands anymore. The Dragon's claws left little welts on her skin, marks to remember later as his hand curled around her hip.
Kaede's breath hitched when his thumb brushed her leg, making her hips buck forwards and claws flex and snag against his now bright scales.]
[ oh, that was fine. that was greatly fine. it gave him more incline as he finished attending one breast, leaving it with a hot swirl of his tongue to wander to the other left neglected. not completely neglected, at least. eren’s hands still have plenty of places to be and only two of them to account for. the middle of her legs, he was tempted, but eventually settles with naturally spreading them from upon his pelvis, hand leaving to trail up while the other steadied her hip. she could sit on him, this way, on top of the thicker fabric that had begun to feel tight for him underneath. nothing unbearable, yet, and easy to shove away, but any pressure there would earn the same amount of rise of his haunches, in his frame, a twist in his body almost like a dance to follow her bends and stay glued.
the sound that comes from him then is a little thicker than a sigh, a squeak that stops in his throat and gets pushed back down with a swallow so dry it sounded parched. it makes him pause in what he’s doing, suckling on her chest and minding her, so featherlight with his pointed teeth, but so much effort into making it gentle that he seems to shiver as well, starting from the shoulders.
tongue. his mouth hovers off, only to play with her nipples with the coil, uncoil, and harder lick he leaves, striving for her neck as he kneads one. it’s rare, for eren’s eyes to peel off of her, especially as her face flushed deeper and her scent changes like night and day.
sometimes he spoke in these hours, sometimes he didn’t. it was with kaede that he didn’t feel the need to say anything when he was already saying plenty. his legs squirm beneath her, pushing up his middle and leading her in the opposite direction ( hand to hips, but fingers almost to the middle of her back again, he saw she enjoyed it). his tail drags kaede’s with his to where they sat, closer to where they could tease their senses more. feathers to scales and scales to fur, or even what was left of skin to the harmless poke of spines. every touch was a word. ]
[Each time his tongue swiped over flushed skin it left sparks in its wake, Kaede's claws twitching at the knuckle whenever he passed over somewhere sensitive. And a lot more of her was much more sensitive than she thought. The little pinprick sharpness of the Dragon's teeth grazing her skin made the feathers on her neck stand on end while her body turned into a soft, supple thing, leaning into the touch of his hands. Arching her spine under the caress of Eren's fingers, leaning where he encouraged her.
She felt the prickle of his spines against her thigh like his claws had pressed against her before. Kaede shivered, and pressed her knees against the ground to lift herself up a bit with him--or, meant to. The feeling of the cold ground against her bare knees vanished into numbing static, and before Kaede could say something her legs abruptly buckled, dropping her down on Eren's lap a bit harder than she meant to.
The Chimera muttered, the sound edged with an annoyed growl more felt than heard.
But--this is where she wanted to be. And the numbness of her changing legs was fading faster, this time. Kaede reached up until she could twine her claws in Eren's hair and pressed forwards, to her neck, a silent apology and encouragement at once. Her grasp might have been solid, but she...trusted him, so close to her neck.]
[ if eren were to break someone’s trust, like hell and back he’d do it here. he’d pick apart feelings and bloat truth into lies, but never would he tear apart at someone during such fragile intimacy, where both had undone enough barriers to see themselves plainly. to see them as they are. as capable as he was, there was still love for what he held dear, preferring to lock them up and reject them rather than physically harm them . . . too much. armin had been a special exception.
needless to say, it’s clear eren wants and genuinely tries to be careful with her, as if worried he could snap her limbs like a twig if he left his emotion take hold of the physical burdens given to him. the strength of a dragon was the most formidable of geardagas. he wouldn’t want to make worry reality. when kaede falls into his lap, lords, there came a sound. an abrupt gasp that mingled sharply with the beginnings of a moan comes with eyes wide, and his claws meant to hold her tighter from the would-be fall. points of his talons relax immediately, the pads of his fingers brushing for any indication of injury that came with her annoyance. the arousal beneath his pants felt it, both in a shock of pleasure and danger. any harder, or lower, would leave him stagnant and out of commission.
but, in the end, he did like that. ]
S’fine, [ he says quietly, like a whisper, but again, he lifts his hips to her, and hopes to help he up a little where her legs were the matter. tentatively, there’s a roll of hips to hips, hers to his— gentler than the fall, more dragged out friction compared to unforeseen impact. his lips are ghostly, speaking in breaths along the neck exposed to him, and offering the same for the chimera. the greatest trust beasts could give to each other at times like these. jugular to jugular. ] I’ll—help, [ an exhale, and a thick breath that comes with another scratching groan to his words, ] next time.
[ there’s a touch of a smile to his lips. let’s try not to do that again. even though he wasn’t about to be a father in this lifetime, he still needed those. ]
[That could have gone terribly. Those welts could have easily turned into actual clawmarks on her ass she'd be far too mortified to explain to anyone. And she almost landed groin first on Eren's balls in the least sexy way possible.
But it hadn't, and she didn't. That...incident was just a speed bump, easily forgotten. From the way he ground his hips against hers, it hadn't slowed Eren down much at all.
Kaede shuddered as the contact seemed to drag on and on, her claws curling tight to his armored shoulders. Her breath quickened, rasping against the flushed skin of his neck, mirroring the motion he was doing to her. She could feel his voice as much as hear it; the whisper made an excited little thrill start at the base of her spine, and the Chimera pressed her hips back against his even more.]
Is that a promise?
[There was another rumble in her voice, but this one was different. Less a growl, more a purr. Her tail flicked at the end, stroking the feathers against his scaled thigh.]
[ he lifts the leg being caressed by the tickle of feathers (makes what little hair he had stand on his neck some), just by an inch or so, enough for his heels to dig into some of the stable’s earth and give him anchoring. the friction had become painful, in a sense of something being so good that wait had become a more laborious task than movement had. fabric had been too tight on his erection, and he cares even less about removing the rest— his pelvis burned and throbbed, could even be felt against the apex of her thighs and hard, with how much his body craved her. the more she rode him, a promising wave back and forth that eren had to hiss. thick and hauling a sound that felt caged behind his teeth.
it’s a smooth recovery, and even if words escape his lips some seconds in between, any rational thoughts scattered, the dragon manages to reply, tone resonant as his hand reaches between them. the zipper, the button, at the very least, had to go, exposing himself with a push of the bundled fabric down. ]
It might be a challenge.
[ the smallest of contact with bare skin had the spines lining behind his ears erect and prickle like the ones on his tail did. he was restless and even closer to a pool so shouldering— he could hardly wait. a touch, or wetness, anything. the scent she gave off already made him think even less. ]
[The hardness pressing between the Chimera's legs spurred her on and on, the excited sparks the contact left behind now a constant jittery smolder. She wanted more--more contact, more touch. And for a moment, when the Dragon's fingers brushed her thigh, it seemed like he was giving her just that. Kaede's hips bucked forwards after the touch, a groaning growl rumbling in her throat when no others seemed to be following it. Is this what he meant by a challenge? Would she have to chase him down?
The Chimera's gaze lowered away from Eren's shoulder and neck--and she stopped grinding fruitlessly against him immediately, another ecstatic thrill making her feathers stand on end at what she saw. Kaede shuddered with the effort of holding herself back so he could get the obstructing fabric out of the way, fitfully digging her claws into his scales.
She felt his erection as much as saw it being freed from cloth; the tip brushed past her inner leg, light as a teasing whisper. It set Kaede off like a match--she couldn't wait any longer. She dropped down--barely more controlled than last time--letting his crown and the shaft behind it slip through her wet folds. It didn't go all the way, not yet, but it was enough, more than enough to make her breath hitch into a gasp and her claws latch tight around Eren's back.]
[ he hadn’t promised, but eren had been there to hold her, guide her, and comply with the weight she wanted to throw, where and how much— the entry makes the dragon toss his head back, a mix of relaxation and jittery excitement drip from his body and his member. he alone had managed to leave dampened spots on the front of his pants, too bunched to really feel anymore but the intoxicating sweetness of her sex. eren shoves the fabric at least down to his knees, comfortable enough to allow the room necessary for her to sit, skin to skin.
his tail rattles wildly to accompany the rise in how much air he needed and how fast he needed it now. his scales were alight in color, not a single black speck in sight now. only the hues of a wildfire bounced off him, and invited him to arch his pelvis just enough to enter a little further. eren’s phallus has suffered changes as well, smooth scales grew over them and allowed a subtly rugged consistency— made even more notable when kaede slid past the more prominent ridges down his shaft, and repeating until the base.
the points of his fangs nuzzle into her neck when her claws carve his back, and hell does he encourage it— a mewl, he mewls until the deep ness of his voice transforms his moan into a growl. he suckles on it, pricks it, allows them to drag from her collar bone to the round of her shoulder while talons accompany anywhere to appease them. the curve of her spine, her boxed ribcage, everything to the point that he loses track. he only leaves in his wake, both mouth and hand, bites and strikes that teetered dangerously (and drunkingly) between pain and pleasure.
if he could say anything in between, it was her name. ]
[Kaede felt each one of those ridges, each heated inch of him as she sank down, shuddering, clawing at Eren's back as an ecstatic energy electrified her limbs. Her touch wasn't so careful now, claws scrabbling and digging deep, heedless of whether it was scale or skin beneath them. The marks Eren left on her own back were more than welts in turn--each scratch a goad, not a deterrent. Even the kiss of his teeth, so close to the vital parts of her throat, drove her onwards instead of freezing her in place.
And then--hearing her name, not spoken in fear or spat in hatred, but whispered in desire, in something more than spite, was an even greater encouragement. The ridges on his shaft slowed her down but didn't stop her, the protests of her body needing to stretch where it hadn't needed to easily ignored. When Eren bucked his hips up, just a little, one of the ridges brushed past a spot that made her drag in a sharp breath, shivering anew.
At last, Kaede felt their hips meet, felt the warmth of his lap underneath her. A triumphant thrill overshadowed any annoyance at her still-uncooperative knees, bright feathers on her back and crest raising up under his hands. She didn't call out Eren's name, but the want in her eyes and in how her breaths came as harsh pants over sharp teeth did the same.]
[ he felt a jolt, then— from her, but the bump that had caught against her inside was enough of a spark for him to grunt out with surprise and flex the muscles of his backside. it had made him want to slow down from the constant, growing rhythm he’s created, if only to map out every detail of how she worked. how did he have to move again, to reach her there? how did she have to move? eren’s hands work kaede’s hips in a rolling motion, from front to back, first. an experiment, in which he discards to try back to front.
it’s sluggish between such rapid breaths between them, but eren’s eyes maintain fixated on her’s, whether they fluttered or gazed to speak with her, silently, all the same. ]
Try further back, [ he suggests, with his arms supporting her knees and ready to replace them, if she’d give him direction. his face is absolutely wet from how much he kissed and pricked at the chimera’s neck, from under his nose to a shine down his chin. a lick of his lips is as dragging and concentrated as his leading is, and the observant gaze he has on her features, from feathers to hackles, for the best direction. ]
[At first she grumbled a complaint when she felt his hands pulling away from her back--gentle touches and scratching claws and all. Get back here, touch her again--
The way they settled on her hips, guiding the next few thrusts, derailed her chiding before it started. The Chimera shuddered, claws flexing tight in response. Eren was so warm; even without the ridges focusing on anything outside of their tangle of limbs would have difficult. With them, pressing and tugging with each stroke, it was almost impossible.
Kaede heard his voice as if from a great distance away, looking up at him hazily. Did he mean...?
She uncurled her clawed hands from Eren's scaled back, bracing them against his shoulders. And she leaned back before rising up onto her supported knees this time, sliding against his shaft at a different angle--
Some of the ridges rubbed her walls just right again, sending shivery tingles through her body. Kaede inhaled sharply, claws clutching at the Dragon's shoulders now.]
[ again, he’d encourage with the urge of his hand at her hip, and an arch in his own. again, again, again, he’d go, each collision into the jostle sent his muscles into a delightful strain, a sigh that goes husky with sound and cracks into a grouse. her back receives an old friend, talons, to keep her company once they have some constant, fiery and explosive bouncing the further they advanced to what felt like accumulation— for eren, at least.
now, it was given: he wouldn’t be stopping, he would be delaying their course to experiment any longer or further. they’ve found a path that led up, higher, and the only way to come back down was reaching the highest point of the thriving wave they ride, and dropping. all the way to its mercy. eren’s body reacts accordingly, with his breaths in an errant haste to expel from his lungs, where the tone of his moan escalates and where his scales burn so bright they might seem a hair away from combusting, with the congestion of colors they present.
he denies himself the luxury of climax for the few moments he physically could, not so selfish to reach his climax first (if he ended, she’d get a disappointing end and he wouldn’t; unfair), and knowing she was close. every rib ringing his cock felt the heat of her walls clamp and jaunt for one more building block, as much as he can to allow the chimera to reach herself first, if she could. eren clenches his jaws and scrapes his fangs against his lips, and curling his toes and bracing for the harsher shoves he aids them through. ]
[Each motion was its own reward, each impact of their bodies and flex of muscles, each stroke of his ridges inside her, forwards and back, building a tense and ecstatic friction. Kaede's breaths came as loud, rasping pants now, her mouth open and teeth exposed. The tingling numbness in her legs was long forgotten in the face of the explosive pleasure between them. The Chimera held on tight to Eren's shoulders, an increasingly desperate grasp as she rode him towards a peak she felt was there--
The wave broke all at once, electric pleasure racing outwards and back again like caged lightning, flooding her senses with the white-hot sparks. Her walls clamped down on him, pressing each ridge further into herself and making her squirm. Kaede's back arched and her tail stiffened and curled by spasmodic, bristling turns, each burnished feather raised to a full, brilliant display.
And she cried out, a proper noise at last--and just as quickly muffled the sound by biting down on Eren's shoulder, hard. Her jaws flexed in time with the shuddering waves of her climax, her claws clinging to his vibrant scales--all part of an instinctive drive to keep him inside her as long as possible.]
[ having her go first had been magnificent. no, wondrous. how she clutched him and cried made his lips split agape, his momentum reaching its peak until he felt about ready to burst, and this time, there was no holding it. the dragon’s voice clutters with a moan, a moan that escalates the more searing pleasure he feels her release until he had to himself— eren nearly bellows out, thick against the crook of kaede’s neck as he fills her with his own warmth.
rather than a steady buildup, his own erupts and spreads from the tip of his arousal to inside, where ecstasy pooled and rolled for seconds rather than moments— still, memorable seconds that honestly felt like hours if he closed his eyes (then a shrouded disappointment when he realized what had been so good was over). engorged enough to remain locked in her walls and more than satisfied to stay there as her contractions pumped him clean. he didn’t know which part of pleasure pierced through him more— whether it had been the deafening climax of his own, the sensation of kaede’s before his, or the entirety of the lovebite (and strikes) she’d leave behind in remembrance.
he couldn’t pull himself out at the moment, even if he tried; not because of momentary exhaustion, but, there’s some . . . interference, in doing so. rather than trying, he does cradle the chimera in his wings, ride out the ecstatic breathing that would eventually slow when his heart rate did (too fast, now), and lay himself down on his back. a beautiful, feathery woman pressed against his chest and wet from both their sweat. as his feet flattened against the earth (or as much as they now allow), eren flexes, clenches into her for their mixed wetness to trickle down his inner thighs, and keep her there for as long as he could.
her weight, her breathing, her musk and her taste— he wanted it all. ]
[As her climax was fading, Kaede felt his beginning--a tensing of muscles, the insistent clutch of his hands and desperate press of his hips before a hot pulse rolled inside her, as heated as the rest of Eren was. His last thrust was the most fervent, each pulse of his shaft throbbing through his ridges and from there to her rippling walls. Kaede's jaws tightened as she muffled her gasp and shuddered anew, this new pleasure crashing into her aftershocks almost painfully. But that discomfort passed as all others had, leaving trembling sweetness behind as the Chimera coasted down without further interruption.
And then that metaphoric feeling became a physical one. She felt more than just his arms pulling her down, but swaddled in soft wings and buoyed up by equally soft, fuzzy edged and pleasurable thoughts Kaede barely noticed. Without a word, she shifted her hands from the back to the front of his shoulders, releasing her bite with a panting sigh.
The restless itch that had started in her mind as the leaves turned was silent at last; the bugling calls of Fauns in the night had made her antsy, and she hadn't known why. But that all was a moot point now. Even the rain seemed unimportant, a problem for later.
For now, the Chimera rested her head against Eren's chest, an ear pressed against him where she could hear the rush of his breath, the solid beat of his heart. Her tail drifted lazily down, searching for the Dragon's with languid swishes so she could twine them together.]
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That feeling was just as exhilarating as the brush of his fingers on her back, the warm wet kiss against the softness of her chest. It all made Kaede shiver, though she was far from cold. Watching his arousal spread, visible from skin to scale, made the same warmth gather in her, feeling poorly contained by her form.
She felt the Dragon lifting her up, and curved her back to move with him instead of wriggling out of his grasp. The Chimera leaned back so he could kiss her still, but didn't settle to the ground yet. Eren wouldn't be able to touch her back as much then, and that just wouldn't do. Besides the poncho, there was nothing in the way of his hands anymore. The Dragon's claws left little welts on her skin, marks to remember later as his hand curled around her hip.
Kaede's breath hitched when his thumb brushed her leg, making her hips buck forwards and claws flex and snag against his now bright scales.]
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the sound that comes from him then is a little thicker than a sigh, a squeak that stops in his throat and gets pushed back down with a swallow so dry it sounded parched. it makes him pause in what he’s doing, suckling on her chest and minding her, so featherlight with his pointed teeth, but so much effort into making it gentle that he seems to shiver as well, starting from the shoulders.
tongue. his mouth hovers off, only to play with her nipples with the coil, uncoil, and harder lick he leaves, striving for her neck as he kneads one. it’s rare, for eren’s eyes to peel off of her, especially as her face flushed deeper and her scent changes like night and day.
sometimes he spoke in these hours, sometimes he didn’t. it was with kaede that he didn’t feel the need to say anything when he was already saying plenty. his legs squirm beneath her, pushing up his middle and leading her in the opposite direction ( hand to hips, but fingers almost to the middle of her back again, he saw she enjoyed it). his tail drags kaede’s with his to where they sat, closer to where they could tease their senses more. feathers to scales and scales to fur, or even what was left of skin to the harmless poke of spines. every touch was a word. ]
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She felt the prickle of his spines against her thigh like his claws had pressed against her before. Kaede shivered, and pressed her knees against the ground to lift herself up a bit with him--or, meant to. The feeling of the cold ground against her bare knees vanished into numbing static, and before Kaede could say something her legs abruptly buckled, dropping her down on Eren's lap a bit harder than she meant to.
The Chimera muttered, the sound edged with an annoyed growl more felt than heard.
But--this is where she wanted to be. And the numbness of her changing legs was fading faster, this time. Kaede reached up until she could twine her claws in Eren's hair and pressed forwards, to her neck, a silent apology and encouragement at once. Her grasp might have been solid, but she...trusted him, so close to her neck.]
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needless to say, it’s clear eren wants and genuinely tries to be careful with her, as if worried he could snap her limbs like a twig if he left his emotion take hold of the physical burdens given to him. the strength of a dragon was the most formidable of geardagas. he wouldn’t want to make worry reality. when kaede falls into his lap, lords, there came a sound. an abrupt gasp that mingled sharply with the beginnings of a moan comes with eyes wide, and his claws meant to hold her tighter from the would-be fall. points of his talons relax immediately, the pads of his fingers brushing for any indication of injury that came with her annoyance. the arousal beneath his pants felt it, both in a shock of pleasure and danger. any harder, or lower, would leave him stagnant and out of commission.
but, in the end, he did like that. ]
S’fine, [ he says quietly, like a whisper, but again, he lifts his hips to her, and hopes to help he up a little where her legs were the matter. tentatively, there’s a roll of hips to hips, hers to his— gentler than the fall, more dragged out friction compared to unforeseen impact. his lips are ghostly, speaking in breaths along the neck exposed to him, and offering the same for the chimera. the greatest trust beasts could give to each other at times like these. jugular to jugular. ] I’ll—help, [ an exhale, and a thick breath that comes with another scratching groan to his words, ] next time.
[ there’s a touch of a smile to his lips. let’s try not to do that again. even though he wasn’t about to be a father in this lifetime, he still needed those. ]
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But it hadn't, and she didn't. That...incident was just a speed bump, easily forgotten. From the way he ground his hips against hers, it hadn't slowed Eren down much at all.
Kaede shuddered as the contact seemed to drag on and on, her claws curling tight to his armored shoulders. Her breath quickened, rasping against the flushed skin of his neck, mirroring the motion he was doing to her. She could feel his voice as much as hear it; the whisper made an excited little thrill start at the base of her spine, and the Chimera pressed her hips back against his even more.]
Is that a promise?
[There was another rumble in her voice, but this one was different. Less a growl, more a purr. Her tail flicked at the end, stroking the feathers against his scaled thigh.]
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it’s a smooth recovery, and even if words escape his lips some seconds in between, any rational thoughts scattered, the dragon manages to reply, tone resonant as his hand reaches between them. the zipper, the button, at the very least, had to go, exposing himself with a push of the bundled fabric down. ]
It might be a challenge.
[ the smallest of contact with bare skin had the spines lining behind his ears erect and prickle like the ones on his tail did. he was restless and even closer to a pool so shouldering— he could hardly wait. a touch, or wetness, anything. the scent she gave off already made him think even less. ]
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The Chimera's gaze lowered away from Eren's shoulder and neck--and she stopped grinding fruitlessly against him immediately, another ecstatic thrill making her feathers stand on end at what she saw. Kaede shuddered with the effort of holding herself back so he could get the obstructing fabric out of the way, fitfully digging her claws into his scales.
She felt his erection as much as saw it being freed from cloth; the tip brushed past her inner leg, light as a teasing whisper. It set Kaede off like a match--she couldn't wait any longer. She dropped down--barely more controlled than last time--letting his crown and the shaft behind it slip through her wet folds. It didn't go all the way, not yet, but it was enough, more than enough to make her breath hitch into a gasp and her claws latch tight around Eren's back.]
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his tail rattles wildly to accompany the rise in how much air he needed and how fast he needed it now. his scales were alight in color, not a single black speck in sight now. only the hues of a wildfire bounced off him, and invited him to arch his pelvis just enough to enter a little further. eren’s phallus has suffered changes as well, smooth scales grew over them and allowed a subtly rugged consistency— made even more notable when kaede slid past the more prominent ridges down his shaft, and repeating until the base.
the points of his fangs nuzzle into her neck when her claws carve his back, and hell does he encourage it— a mewl, he mewls until the deep ness of his voice transforms his moan into a growl. he suckles on it, pricks it, allows them to drag from her collar bone to the round of her shoulder while talons accompany anywhere to appease them. the curve of her spine, her boxed ribcage, everything to the point that he loses track. he only leaves in his wake, both mouth and hand, bites and strikes that teetered dangerously (and drunkingly) between pain and pleasure.
if he could say anything in between, it was her name. ]
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And then--hearing her name, not spoken in fear or spat in hatred, but whispered in desire, in something more than spite, was an even greater encouragement. The ridges on his shaft slowed her down but didn't stop her, the protests of her body needing to stretch where it hadn't needed to easily ignored. When Eren bucked his hips up, just a little, one of the ridges brushed past a spot that made her drag in a sharp breath, shivering anew.
At last, Kaede felt their hips meet, felt the warmth of his lap underneath her. A triumphant thrill overshadowed any annoyance at her still-uncooperative knees, bright feathers on her back and crest raising up under his hands. She didn't call out Eren's name, but the want in her eyes and in how her breaths came as harsh pants over sharp teeth did the same.]
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it’s sluggish between such rapid breaths between them, but eren’s eyes maintain fixated on her’s, whether they fluttered or gazed to speak with her, silently, all the same. ]
Try further back, [ he suggests, with his arms supporting her knees and ready to replace them, if she’d give him direction. his face is absolutely wet from how much he kissed and pricked at the chimera’s neck, from under his nose to a shine down his chin. a lick of his lips is as dragging and concentrated as his leading is, and the observant gaze he has on her features, from feathers to hackles, for the best direction. ]
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The way they settled on her hips, guiding the next few thrusts, derailed her chiding before it started. The Chimera shuddered, claws flexing tight in response. Eren was so warm; even without the ridges focusing on anything outside of their tangle of limbs would have difficult. With them, pressing and tugging with each stroke, it was almost impossible.
Kaede heard his voice as if from a great distance away, looking up at him hazily. Did he mean...?
She uncurled her clawed hands from Eren's scaled back, bracing them against his shoulders. And she leaned back before rising up onto her supported knees this time, sliding against his shaft at a different angle--
Some of the ridges rubbed her walls just right again, sending shivery tingles through her body. Kaede inhaled sharply, claws clutching at the Dragon's shoulders now.]
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now, it was given: he wouldn’t be stopping, he would be delaying their course to experiment any longer or further. they’ve found a path that led up, higher, and the only way to come back down was reaching the highest point of the thriving wave they ride, and dropping. all the way to its mercy. eren’s body reacts accordingly, with his breaths in an errant haste to expel from his lungs, where the tone of his moan escalates and where his scales burn so bright they might seem a hair away from combusting, with the congestion of colors they present.
he denies himself the luxury of climax for the few moments he physically could, not so selfish to reach his climax first (if he ended, she’d get a disappointing end and he wouldn’t; unfair), and knowing she was close. every rib ringing his cock felt the heat of her walls clamp and jaunt for one more building block, as much as he can to allow the chimera to reach herself first, if she could. eren clenches his jaws and scrapes his fangs against his lips, and curling his toes and bracing for the harsher shoves he aids them through. ]
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The wave broke all at once, electric pleasure racing outwards and back again like caged lightning, flooding her senses with the white-hot sparks. Her walls clamped down on him, pressing each ridge further into herself and making her squirm. Kaede's back arched and her tail stiffened and curled by spasmodic, bristling turns, each burnished feather raised to a full, brilliant display.
And she cried out, a proper noise at last--and just as quickly muffled the sound by biting down on Eren's shoulder, hard. Her jaws flexed in time with the shuddering waves of her climax, her claws clinging to his vibrant scales--all part of an instinctive drive to keep him inside her as long as possible.]
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rather than a steady buildup, his own erupts and spreads from the tip of his arousal to inside, where ecstasy pooled and rolled for seconds rather than moments— still, memorable seconds that honestly felt like hours if he closed his eyes (then a shrouded disappointment when he realized what had been so good was over). engorged enough to remain locked in her walls and more than satisfied to stay there as her contractions pumped him clean. he didn’t know which part of pleasure pierced through him more— whether it had been the deafening climax of his own, the sensation of kaede’s before his, or the entirety of the lovebite (and strikes) she’d leave behind in remembrance.
he couldn’t pull himself out at the moment, even if he tried; not because of momentary exhaustion, but, there’s some . . . interference, in doing so. rather than trying, he does cradle the chimera in his wings, ride out the ecstatic breathing that would eventually slow when his heart rate did (too fast, now), and lay himself down on his back. a beautiful, feathery woman pressed against his chest and wet from both their sweat. as his feet flattened against the earth (or as much as they now allow), eren flexes, clenches into her for their mixed wetness to trickle down his inner thighs, and keep her there for as long as he could.
her weight, her breathing, her musk and her taste— he wanted it all. ]
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And then that metaphoric feeling became a physical one. She felt more than just his arms pulling her down, but swaddled in soft wings and buoyed up by equally soft, fuzzy edged and pleasurable thoughts Kaede barely noticed. Without a word, she shifted her hands from the back to the front of his shoulders, releasing her bite with a panting sigh.
The restless itch that had started in her mind as the leaves turned was silent at last; the bugling calls of Fauns in the night had made her antsy, and she hadn't known why. But that all was a moot point now. Even the rain seemed unimportant, a problem for later.
For now, the Chimera rested her head against Eren's chest, an ear pressed against him where she could hear the rush of his breath, the solid beat of his heart. Her tail drifted lazily down, searching for the Dragon's with languid swishes so she could twine them together.]