[If Konoha had not already seen the dark scars that marred the veins of his hands, the way they traveled up his arms towards his chest (though that memory was hazier, why had she seen tha… shirts, right, the shirt)… but she can’t even appreciate the irony of his visit being to reclaim one while she has just carelessly damaged another.
He’ll have to come again to retrieve it once she’s sewn the buttons back on. That, or stay a bit to bask in what they’ve done as she hums softly to herself, needle passing through cloth and rhythmically tugging thread to purpose. Either one… She doesn’t mind. So she doesn’t feel that guilty at all. She’s too hungry for that.]
Nothing will… Don't worry…
[It’s intended as reassurance, but the words are made rousing by the far too gone tone in her voice, the way she punctuates each part of the phrase with its own kiss, a flutter of dark eyelashes and a wanting hum. There might be room enough in that bed of hay and blankets for two centaurs, but it hasn’t held that for what seemed like ages now. Not a month after he’d agreed to help her with her heats her roommate had lost his true shape to that of a human, been forced to admit that he’d been concealing his status as a magical being from her—- one that didn’t need to eat, to rest, to sleep. Without the need to keep up the ruse, she fell asleep alone now, save for the one day a week she made him remain over night as “punishment” for his lies. But that was days ago, and the next days hence, so today… no one else would set foot in the barn until morning.
And for once, Konoha thinks: good… and devotes herself to the task before her.
A part of her, not yet remembered, knows that there was another woman in this equation, knows that she surely couldn’t manage this… and wouldn’t that make it exciting? Wasn’t she quite curious to be treated to something her own husband couldn’t manage? It was just a foray into newness, a sample of another life, and this time… it comes with Konoha whimpering softly with both relief and desire as she uses her hands to press her breasts around the base of his cock, fingers sinking into soft fullness before slipping gently over sensitive tips, coating skin with that sweet warmth before ever so lewdly… making use of it to pump up and down his erection smoother, easing her path with pale lubricant and punctuating each pass with a careful nibble, an affectionate kiss, or a wet swirl of tongue, torn between closing her eyes as if sampling a treat she’s been longing for or looking up at him with eyes hazy with lust. Yet despite how intently she takes to him, reveling in how her tail wasn’t the only trailer, she can hear his whipping about in the straw…]
Even if it feels good… Don’t cum, Nikolai…
[Her voice slips out over the head of the cock she’s intently coaxing to full mast, the peak of his gem-granted prowess… but the teasing tone has been replaced by something far more primitive, far more needy.]
Not until you’re inside me.
[But she isn’t making it easy to wait. Not when she gives him another eager squeeze between dark breasts, arching up until just the very tip of him was visible between her cleavage before pressing back down to nestle at the base and allow her to pepper the underside of his cock with kisses and drags of tongue along the way.]
no subject
He’ll have to come again to retrieve it once she’s sewn the buttons back on. That, or stay a bit to bask in what they’ve done as she hums softly to herself, needle passing through cloth and rhythmically tugging thread to purpose. Either one… She doesn’t mind. So she doesn’t feel that guilty at all. She’s too hungry for that.]
Nothing will… Don't worry…
[It’s intended as reassurance, but the words are made rousing by the far too gone tone in her voice, the way she punctuates each part of the phrase with its own kiss, a flutter of dark eyelashes and a wanting hum. There might be room enough in that bed of hay and blankets for two centaurs, but it hasn’t held that for what seemed like ages now. Not a month after he’d agreed to help her with her heats her roommate had lost his true shape to that of a human, been forced to admit that he’d been concealing his status as a magical being from her—- one that didn’t need to eat, to rest, to sleep. Without the need to keep up the ruse, she fell asleep alone now, save for the one day a week she made him remain over night as “punishment” for his lies. But that was days ago, and the next days hence, so today… no one else would set foot in the barn until morning.
And for once, Konoha thinks: good… and devotes herself to the task before her.
A part of her, not yet remembered, knows that there was another woman in this equation, knows that she surely couldn’t manage this… and wouldn’t that make it exciting? Wasn’t she quite curious to be treated to something her own husband couldn’t manage? It was just a foray into newness, a sample of another life, and this time… it comes with Konoha whimpering softly with both relief and desire as she uses her hands to press her breasts around the base of his cock, fingers sinking into soft fullness before slipping gently over sensitive tips, coating skin with that sweet warmth before ever so lewdly… making use of it to pump up and down his erection smoother, easing her path with pale lubricant and punctuating each pass with a careful nibble, an affectionate kiss, or a wet swirl of tongue, torn between closing her eyes as if sampling a treat she’s been longing for or looking up at him with eyes hazy with lust. Yet despite how intently she takes to him, reveling in how her tail wasn’t the only trailer, she can hear his whipping about in the straw…]
Even if it feels good… Don’t cum, Nikolai…
[Her voice slips out over the head of the cock she’s intently coaxing to full mast, the peak of his gem-granted prowess… but the teasing tone has been replaced by something far more primitive, far more needy.]
Not until you’re inside me.
[But she isn’t making it easy to wait. Not when she gives him another eager squeeze between dark breasts, arching up until just the very tip of him was visible between her cleavage before pressing back down to nestle at the base and allow her to pepper the underside of his cock with kisses and drags of tongue along the way.]