[Konoha has taken on quite a challenge for her first time attempting to fully get a man’s trousers off. Hakama she understood… untie the one knot, tug the ties loose, uncurl them… and they just dropped off. But in that moment, waiting for him to put his hips into reach of her eager hands, she can’t… some of her trysts in this world, the last, were hazy with sudden arousals or outside influence, but… No, she hasn’t ever, had she? In case they’d be caught or stumbled upon she’d only fished Liem’s cock from his pants (and then accidentally stained them, she still feels guilty about that- !), Chiron’s clothes disappeared with magic (literal magic, it was so useful yet silly), Estinien had removed his own, and so had Cardan, thank goodness, his seemed like painted on… oh no, wait, she had… ah, no, Venti’s weren’t trousers those were “tights”? Still- !
Going through the memories of the notches on her proverbial bed post trying to remember if she’d ever managed to pull off a man’s trousers leaves her even more red-faced than she had been, pulled back to reality with a flustered snap when his tail waves in front of her face. At least she wasn’t the only one with a traitor attached to their rump.]
What wife-
[She meant in general, a decent married woman of kind heart, but no, wait, it might sound different aloud, so she corrects to-]
Lady… wouldn’t help if… a man was having such a painful problem…
[Getting your erection stuck in your trousers? Not comfortable, not sexy… unlike the line of his hips, which she traces with her palms on the way to the zipper he points out for her, leaning close enough that she temporarily traps his tail between her breasts as if it were something else entirely, moving her fingers where directed. From here… when he can’t see her as well… it becomes a tiny bit easier to say lewd things. Like the little whisper of,]
I want… I want to see… how deep you’ll be able to get…
[Her breath wafts over scales, her fingers slide over the base of his tail in a caress before she finds the zipper and carefully tugs it down, parting the fabric and beginning to loosen it around his hips, begin to attempt and slide them downwards. (That’s how it went, surely-)]
It… if I want to end my heat quicker… It has to feel like…
[It’s scandalous to say, even to his… lower back. But she can justify it as just an explanation, pausing to press a kiss to his skin right where the tail began to form, a light nibble and drag of her tongue over scales as her own tail shudders beneath her “skirt”. It’s just an explanation-]
Like it’s enough… like I’ve been bred so well there’s no point to want anymore…
[Otherwise she’ll still be burning with discomfort and desire the next day, and the next, before the week ends and mercy was finally granted. But now, when he’s offering, when he’s right there and she can smell him so strongly, her hands carefully trying to remove his trousers…
Despite herself, at the very idea, at the possibility of that relief… a little whimper sips out against his scales.]
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Going through the memories of the notches on her proverbial bed post trying to remember if she’d ever managed to pull off a man’s trousers leaves her even more red-faced than she had been, pulled back to reality with a flustered snap when his tail waves in front of her face. At least she wasn’t the only one with a traitor attached to their rump.]
What wife-
[She meant in general, a decent married woman of kind heart, but no, wait, it might sound different aloud, so she corrects to-]
Lady… wouldn’t help if… a man was having such a painful problem…
[Getting your erection stuck in your trousers? Not comfortable, not sexy… unlike the line of his hips, which she traces with her palms on the way to the zipper he points out for her, leaning close enough that she temporarily traps his tail between her breasts as if it were something else entirely, moving her fingers where directed. From here… when he can’t see her as well… it becomes a tiny bit easier to say lewd things. Like the little whisper of,]
I want… I want to see… how deep you’ll be able to get…
[Her breath wafts over scales, her fingers slide over the base of his tail in a caress before she finds the zipper and carefully tugs it down, parting the fabric and beginning to loosen it around his hips, begin to attempt and slide them downwards. (That’s how it went, surely-)]
It… if I want to end my heat quicker… It has to feel like…
[It’s scandalous to say, even to his… lower back. But she can justify it as just an explanation, pausing to press a kiss to his skin right where the tail began to form, a light nibble and drag of her tongue over scales as her own tail shudders beneath her “skirt”. It’s just an explanation-]
Like it’s enough… like I’ve been bred so well there’s no point to want anymore…
[Otherwise she’ll still be burning with discomfort and desire the next day, and the next, before the week ends and mercy was finally granted. But now, when he’s offering, when he’s right there and she can smell him so strongly, her hands carefully trying to remove his trousers…
Despite herself, at the very idea, at the possibility of that relief… a little whimper sips out against his scales.]