[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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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.]