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[With little else to occupy his attention aside from a cursory examination of the surrounding room, of course he's watching her as she finishes arranging the trays of food. And with his keen eyes...he can't help but notice the hasty fashion in which her skirt has been fastened. The path of dampness beneath her swishing tail. With great care he fixes his gaze elsewhere. He swats away the memories that rise up, of her breasts sweet in his mouth, and her hand scrabbling at the front of his trousers, and her tail lifting—

Get a hold of yourself. His thoughts are usually so much more disciplined than this. The tray of food she carries to him provides a distraction.]

And I always said that if humans weren't meant to fly, I would do my damndest to find a way in spite of it.

[He surveys the spread of food appreciatively. After months of subsisting primarily on takeout and restaurant fare, he appreciates solid home cooking more than ever.]

Thank you. Don't fret about the shirt. I already assumed I'd never see it again. For all I knew when I woke up, I could have buried it in the sand or flung it into the sea.

[He chuckles politely. It wouldn't be the end of the world if he never got it back.]

Let's eat, shall we?

[Find a way to fly… Konoha can’t help but laugh a little, even as awkward as she’s feeling. That might just be the major difference between the two of them… and honestly, rather than find it alienating or scoff worthy… it’s admirable, she thinks. People needed individuals like that, like Nikolai, like her own boss Sha Gozen, who strove to innovate and explore and do things no one had before. Without that, things wouldn’t move anywhere, would they… and she’s content enough knowing that without people like her, those people might never get enough sleep or the right food or have the time to put those minds to work properly, so.

Everyone did their part, in the end.

Clapping her hands in the sort of prayer over food she was familiar with, what she says instead of her usual words is what she learned in his home, a quick (and pronounced best she can),]

Davayte yest.

[And she’s glad to eat (honestly she’s always glad to eat, she has two stomachs and a half ton body to keep moving), but she’s admittedly wishing she’d chosen a seat farther away. He isn’t… centaur adjacent at all, but he’s still a man, and though human men’s scent didn’t usually do much to trigger her heat… apparently dragon men… did. He smelled. Very nice. And you learn something new every day… but now it would be awkward to move, it’s fine, half-“seated” her skirted rump is to the ground now, only her tail flicking back and forth can betray her.

She’ll just hold the food in her chopsticks closer to her face between bites…]

I still can’t believe everyone forgot so much… that had to be some magic thing, I know I shouldn’t have gotten drunk…

[Not with her metabolism. And actually speaking of that… she has her network device back now so she fishes for it and flips through some photos of… well, a beach at night. And some… blurs? The thing that’s in focus she’d been actually attempting to take the picture of seems to have been a drink in the sand but behind that… the closer blur looks like Liem? But there are other blurs in the picture that are at minimum blonde…]

This isn’t you, is it… ?

[A warm smile steals over Nikolai's face when Konoha employs his native tongue. That dinner had had a bumpy beginning, but through it he gained a better understanding of Konoha. Despite his aversion to being bad at anything, he can admit it's a little bit funny to look back on now. The King of Ravka and the Sun Summoner nearly undone by hosting a dinner for a friend...

He shifts in his seat, trying to get comfortable, adjusting himself. His tail keeps bumping against the chair legs... It likely doesn't help Konoha's dilemma that his scent is stronger under the influence of the amethyst's transformation, his hormones more active, as if a fire has been lit underneath his skin.

Nikolai has sampled the pheasant and potatoes and is giving the rice a try when Konoha takes her phone out. He finishes chewing before leaning forward.]

Let me see... [He peers at the photo.] It may just be. That's one awfully handsome blur. I do vaguely recall spending time in Liem's company.

[He laughs then, recalling another detail he discovered the next morning while sorting through the abundant evidence on his phone.]

Evidently, I decided to start addressing him as "Father Lime" at one point.

[It was him, right? There was something about the silhouette, the colors, the shirt… that just made Konoha suspect it was so. When he leans forward she helpfully spreads two fingers over the screen to zoom in on the potentially Nikolai blur, passing poor Liem in the process.

Perhaps she should have picked a different blurry photo to preserve the poor man’s dignity, but… this is the one you could see the maybe-Nikolai blur best in, and also-]

Father Lime, oh no… That’s a horrible nickname!

[Considering her native tongue’s writing structure, the idea of it being a spelling error isn’t what she leaps to, instead covering her mouth with one hand to try and disguise her laughter.]

He’s not that sour- !

[By lucky coincidence, lime is a cognate in Russian...so the stupid wordplay checks out... In any case, Konoha's ill disguised laughter pulls a grin from him, and the somewhat roundabout conclusion she draws is just as good.]

You're thinking about it all wrong, dear Konoha.

[He reaches over to pat her wrist, given that both of her hands are occupied by phone and chopsticks.]

Limes provide key nutrients, especially when one is at sea for long weeks without fresh produce. And they pair well with with several varieties of liquor, to balance out the sharpness.

[He finishes with his countenance arranged in an imitation of a schoolmaster's pompousness.]

Altogether, the lime is a noble fruit.

[See, normally… that would just make her laugh more. And actually… okay, it does, right through the warm little tickle of synchrony on her wrist.

She knows he’s joking, but it sounds so vaguely like Liem somehow even though he’s talking about the fruit. Provides things that are needed, pairs well, takes direction well…

Oh, no, that’s a different detail.]

I’m so sorry, what was I thinking… ?

[Father Lime… No, still poor Liem. She can’t stop chuckling now even as she pulls her phone back to flip through the photos again, stuffs a bite of pheasant into her mouth-

… And promptly chokes on it when the next one in the roll makes her laugh even harder.]

[See, the metaphor is rather apt. Konoha's amusement is contagious — she's radiant when laughing. Nikolai finds himself smiling around his fork as he eats another bite of pheasant.

It seems that Konoha had documented her adventures that night, much like he had. His collection of "evidence", though, contains a few photos that shouldn't be shared in polite company...or in any company, honestly... As he waits for her to show him the next picture, he tries the greens. Everything is flavorful, different from anything he's had back home. Although there are some hints reminiscent of Shu cuisine, Konoha's cooking has a distinct quality to it.

—Oh, Saints, she's choking.

Nikolai is out of his seat at once — before he's even realized that he intends to stand. It's the dragon's protective instincts pushing him, like wind beneath wings. Coming around the table, he thumps at her back with his palm to encourage her to cough up the wayward bit of food. Somehow, his other hand finds its way to...her waist, just to steady her.]

I need to work on being less entertaining... Are you all right, Konoha?

[This is not something Konoha is used to doing. Normally, she had very good table manners, thank you? She was a mother now, too, she was always making sure to eat politely in order to show Komatsu what to do and not do, and inhaling your food was definitely no the "do not do" list! It's just that the next photo even the blurry Liem had gotten blurrier and it looked like all three of the blurs were running somewhere now and that had just struck her as hilarious because then she thought about limes running (and if Liem is a lime then what, Nikolai and the other mystery blonde are lemons and loquats???) and next thing she knew-

She doesn't know the universal sign for choking, but thankfully... it's obvious. Her first thumps hard on her chest while her other hand cups over her mouth, even then somehow conscious of not wanting to actually spit her chunk of pheasant across the table, but phew, Nikolai is there and within just a moment or two she coughs it back up into her palm, cheeks red from the brief physical panic of a blocked airway.]

Oh, I'm sorry-

[She mumbles that first, the fist thumping on her chest turning to a more gentle rub to settle her twin heartbeats, turning gratefully to offer a-]

Thank you, Nikolai, I'm-

["Fine"... was going to be the word she said. She's pretty sure it is. But in her language, that starts with a "d" sound, and so did,]

Huge...

[The word that actually comes out when her eyes catch sight of... is that- No, that can't be his genitals. She's felt them before! They fit properly into his pants before! They weren't partway down his trouser leg before?!]

[As she coughs out the errant bit of pheasant, he switches to rubbing her back in a soothing manner. He's about to suggest that she take a drink of water, but then—

That's not at all the word he expected to pop out of her mouth. For a second, he thinks he has misheard. Then he notices how her eyes seem caught on his crotch. So much for hoping that she fails to notice. Under her gaze, he feels a small squeeze of arousal, as if her mere attention enacts a certain pressure on him. Is she just surprised? Or does she like the sight of it? The bulge in his trousers provides plenty of cues to the imagination and leaves little for speculation... He cuts himself off with a sharp breath.]

Ah...

[For once, he cannot think of a single appropriate thing to say in such a situation. On the other hand, he can think of several highly inappropriate things to say, but he has the sense to say none of these. Also for once, his cheeks might actually be tinged pink in embarrassment. A rare sight to behold!]

You should drink something. [~~Because you're thirsty, girl. Hahahaha.~~] Here—

[Leaning over, he takes up her cup to offer it to her. She's perfectly capable of doing this on her own, but he finds he needs something to occupy himself with.]

[........................... She said "huge". She said "huge" instead of "fine"! No, no, no??? Way too many seconds after she should have realized this it actually hits her, and even then it's only because he moves to get her cup for her and that requires, well... moving. Which moves other things, and reminds her to jerk her head back up and catch sight of his face.

Is he blushing? Nikolai? Nikolai? That's... okay no it's not quite like Cardan blushing level, but she's already made that happen, so this was-]

Right- ! You're right! Sorry, I just-

[Was looking at his dick? Staring at his dick? It's not her fault, it's right there? Why is it so big? Why is she still apologizing??? That's way too many "sorry" in a row? She'll just hurriedly take the teacup... and almost spill it right in his lap. Only at the last second of a slow motion scramble correction does she pull it in close to make sure that the splash lands on her kimono instead of his pants. He came her to collect a shirt, she can't ruin more of his clothes- ?!

And also she needs... to stop. Just. Stop, clutching her cup and unable to hide that the red on her cheeks is no longer from choking, or that her tail is flicking little whispy patterns across the floor.]

Is that... A dragon... thing... ?

[It had to be right? She can't not ask... Wasn't it uncomfortable???]

[Saints...it would seem that their dinners together are destined to be plagued with awkward missteps. Luckily his hand still hovers nearby when she fumbles the teacup, and he helps steady her grip on it.

In a strange way, Konoha's ungraceful reaction helps calm him by contrast. By now, he has managed to quell his blush. He smooths his embarrassment over with a smile that's more practiced than what he previously wore at the table. Really, a woman taking notice of his, ah, assets shouldn't be cause for mortification. He was just...startled, that's all. And she's just...well, a woman who he once joined in a heavy petting session beneath a tree. A woman who is very much married and with a family of her own.

Belatedly, he remembers to retract his hands from her — the one bracing her hand around the cup, the other resting at her back. The pull of manna makes it easy to linger past necessity or propriety.]

So it would seem. [Then as a bit of a joke:] To tell you the truth, it's much less convenient than the wings.

[For lack of anything better to do with his hands, he brushes a speck of imaginary lint from his shirt and straightens it.]

[Most days, Konoha kind of enjoyed how synchrony, even the simple, platonic sort, could make clearer what someone was feeling. In only the way an honest woman could, she liked being able to make herself clearer (not to mention how incredibly rousing it could be during more intimate moments, to just sense things from a partner like that), but right now...

Maybe right now it wasn't the best idea, because before he retracts his hands the only thing she's broadcasting is heat. Heavy, frustrating, untended, unmollified by her "assistant"... heat. Everything else was easily lost beneath.

And she knows she shouldn't look. She does, even if the true reason she shouldn't is lost with the other drunken memories of Marilla. She tries looking at her hands around the teacup, but it's hard not to let her eyes dart over there (down there, then more down there), to betray her thoughts further with a sharp canine digging in to her bottom lip.]

I'm sorry, ah... you really should have let me...

[She forgets to say "deliver your shirt" somehow. Weird.

At this rate, though, she's going to crush the teacup in between her hands, and so she concentrates on just... getting that to the table. Sit there, teacup...]

I guess dragons can't really... be with human women very well, can they... ? Th- that makes sense...

[Something that shouldn't be any of her business. Sometime that a proper woman shouldn't imply aloud, even though she tries her best to make it sound like a joke, look at her, she's so evolved that she can make ribald jokes with a sea captain...

Who is reminding her very strongly in this moment that the man who had agreed to help her tamp down her breeding season instincts had left this world. That her roommate wasn't a centaur any longer. That her husband certainly wasn't here. That... she'd grown used to not having to weather the whole thing by herself anymore, and in a place like this...]

[He can feel Konoha's eyes on him, her gaze pressing into his skin with the same weight and heat as touch, as she says you should have let me. For a wild breath of a moment, his imagination runs unimpeded by reason, chasing after what she could mean. He remembers her palm pressed to the front of his trousers, fingers teasing his cock through the fabric, breath puffing hot against his hair. A stab of desire jolts through him.

Much like when one missteps and turns his ankle, and so proceeds with heightened care thereafter, this sudden jolt is also what returns Nikolai to his senses. Of course Konoha must be referring to how she'd offered to deliver his shirt to his house. Only...calming his imagination is well and good, but his body has already gone and bucked his cool control. Not a full mast situation, mind you, but noticeable given his, ah, generous endowment.

Right, he should...sit down. He's lingered too long at her side now, hand idly leaning on the edge of the table. With great care Nikolai takes his seat at the adjacent side of the table, attempting (in vain) to arrange himself in such a way that his burgeoning arousal isn't so obvious. To answer her, he renews his grin.]

Let's just say I've had to get creative this week.

[If his hostess has given ribald comments her blessing, then so be it. Speaking of anatomical challenges...he considers her over another bite of pheasant. Konoha would have a difficult time with a human lover, wouldn't she? It's not that this realization hasn't ever struck him before, but at this moment it feels particularly sharp. It must be a deep kind of loneliness, being the only of her kind here. She has her centaur housemate, but—]

You must know something about that, though...?

[Even as he says it, he isn't sure if he's joking or flirting or...what. A protective urge seizes him. He recognizes it as the dragon's instincts, but that doesn't make it any easier to tamp down.]

[Perhaps predictably, perhaps ironically… their minds momentarily have gone to the sand place. He should have let her, she says, and while she surely meant deliver his shirt, what her body means is take care of him. Oh, it would be so easy to touch him like that, and practically an act of mercy, surely, to use the fingers now more adept at such things to undo his trousers, release him into the care of her hands, her lips, her breasts-

Ah. No. He sat… He sat down. Right.

She actually has to shake her head to dislodge the lewd thoughts, her throat taut as she disciplines herself. But though Nikolai can sit and somewhat hide the sudden stiffening that Konoha had definitely caught sight of… there’s no hiding the way her tail twitches, arching upwards in a way that, were she not wearing that draped fabric, would already be threatening to expose far more delicate parts.]

Creative… Of course…

[She has to pull herself back on track, but surely it’s not… It isn’t her fault that back on track was a bit flirtatious seeming now, was it? After all, it was just conversation that. Happened to be the sort one could have with a sea captain! Or just any open-minded male friend maybe… ! There’s no preventing the blush that ruddies her cheeks to reply out loud to his insinuation, but even though she clearly had the option to try steering the conversation in a different direction…]

Ah… I suppose I do… It’s almost all humans here, and even Chiron is human-shaped now…

[Magic, don’t ask… But what it meant for her…]

I mean- I’m not complaining! You’re- Humans are just fine! It all… It all works out if we try hard…

[It just… for very obvious reasons took a bit more effort to receive the same pleasures. There was no way a human could provide her with the same sort of deep, dominating cover as a stallion of her own kind, and even worse than that, the difference in forms meant that to have them attending to one thing meant losing the touch of them elsewhere, she hated that…

Her fingertips press anxiously around the tea cup, her tail twitches again, as she steals a look at Nikolai as subtly as she can, her rambling tone taking her… maybe where she surely hadn’t intended, surely it was too much to pretend to be joking anymore, but…]

Size is only a problem when… I’m in heat…

[Nikolai sets his mind to eating, as if it's a complex task that requires his undivided attention. He pretends that nothing is out of the ordinary. He isn't aching softly with arousal at the table. He doesn't notice her tail lifting, her body's way of begging for touch, and that doesn't send desire pulsing through his blood. His heart is not hammering in his chest.

As Konoha rambles on, that protective urge growling somewhere deep inside amplifies in pitch. It unfurls, much like his wings right now. With a flex of his shoulders, his leathery wings spread wide without any input from him. An instinct, perhaps, to make himself appear larger. Capable of shielding her.]

I could help you.

[The words are out before he's even thought about what he means by them. It's the draconic instinct beating underneath his skin, heightening his perpetual desire to be useful, to solve problems, to be the one to set it right. It's his old loneliness, mirrored in Konoha. Here without her husband. Here with breeding heat and nobody to turn to. His whole being aches for her in this moment.

Nikolai's hand returns to hers, covering where it curves around the tea cup. His expression is as earnest as his voice.]

Let me... [He never stumbles over his words, but he does now. They're coming up faster than he can think better of them.] Let me take care of you, Konoha.

[Konoha did appreciate a man who wouldn't waste food. She should be doing the same, and yet suddenly she is just all too aware of how technology in Sumarlok made it easier to keep dinner fresh. She could reheat things in the "micro wave", she could store them in the "tupper wares", so actually, if she just left things right here-

Because how is she not supposed to notice when his wings suddenly unfurl? They were larger than she expected (the second thing that was) seeing them folded nearly against his back, and though he speaks...

It takes her a moment to realize what he'd actually said. Even though they'd almost done something more than just kissing, just a bit of touching, under the influence of those colorful powders during the Rag'n'boni festival... She had categorized that later as simply that. Something that wouldn't have happened otherwise. She was another man's wife, a child's mother, and perhaps more damning... a jinba, not a human woman. There were men who that meant little to and men who seemed very well aware, for better or largely for worse, and... she had considered Nikolai to belong to the latter.

So what is she supposed to say? Her body answers for her first. A noticeable shudder of desire that makes its way down her long spine. The way her tail twitches, the satchet of potpourri she'd tied to the dock in a futile attempt to hide the musky scent of her season bobbing along with it. His hand is right there on hers, and he's warm, and the little glow of synchrony is enough to potentially reveal how desperate she was.]

You would... ?

[Not just that, but how physically lonely she was in an empty bed she had grown used to sharing with a family, how ashamed that he might be smart enough to guess what she'd been doing before he arrived that made her late-]

Even if... Even if there's no weird powders around... ?

[... That's too specific, but. She thinks he'll know what she means. That there isn't that convenient excuse, something that the whole Gembonded population might encounter and understand as an explanation for a scandal, a sudden tryst.

There's a more important reason she should ask him if he's sure... but it's too far away, tucked into a forgotten corner of her mind that was hazy with Marillan drink and strange handfasting magic. Which left only her reason she shouldn't be doing this... but perhaps that reassurance could wait.

Until he answered her. Her fingers twitch on the cup, beneath his hands, betraying how badly she wants to make just the smallest turn of wrist to lace their fingers, enjoy the warmth he's offering... but she manages to hold herself back just enough to not. Not yet. Not until she was sure, no matter how badly she ached.]

[The difference in their species Nikolai considers as a distant afterthought. Although his awareness of the difficulties posed by their incongruous anatomy is heightened in this moment, as he considers her across the table and imagines how he would take care of her — it doesn't strike him as somehow wrong that they might couple. First and foremost they are a man and a woman. Besides, Konoha isn't the only one with a body out of the ordinary now...

There are, of course, so many other reasons why they should not proceed. Her husband and child. His...whatever he has made here with Alina. But these scatter to his peripherals. The core of him is consumed by the dragon's wild instincts. Through him pulses a heartbeat that urges him to protect the woman in front of him from the ache of loneliness.

Konoha gives so much of herself to others, always worrying over everyone else's hurts while hiding her own. She deserves to be spoiled. She has earned the right to be greedy. And who better to provide for her than a man into whom is presently grafted a dragon's inclination for excess?]

Yes, I would.

[Mixing gentleness with firmness, he pries one of Konoha's hands from the tea cup she seems to clutch as if it would keep her afloat, save her from drowning. He pulls her hand toward him and brushes his lips over her knuckles. Without pulling away even an inch, he looks her in the eyes. His gaze is liquid gold.]

So let me.

[It almost sounds like a challenge.]

[There aren't many words that Konoha has to express how important it was to her that... people viewed her as a woman, and not a mare, not even a jinba woman. Obviously she knew that there were moments when it was unavoidable, there really was no helping it, but...

The ache of loneliness and gratitude for the offer shows as easily on her face as every emotion she'd ever felt when he takes her hand and her gaze follows, catching the near hypnotic glow of gold in his eyes. Let me, he says, but in the depth of her heats, which at times felt so all-consuming, so unquenchable in a way more bone-deep than the urges of other worlds... it feels like she should be the one asking him that. The swallow of nerves and reasons to say no is slow and obvious down the line of her throat, but what slips out when she opens her mouth is,]

- Please.

[If he was like this... maybe it would be enough to dampen the urges that had been keeping her restless and awake at night. Except no, she shouldn't be thinking of it like that, it wasn't fair to him, yet still... her voice slips out low, a bit shameful as she curls her fingers around his. Squeezes a moment before she twists her wrist to run her thumb over the line of his jaw.]

I had... an arrangement with someone... but they're gone, now, and- I can't... Even when I try to take care of it by myself...

[At its basest... it was uncomfortable, to burn with arousal for so long, aching without relief beyond the temporary measures of awkwardly attempting to tend to her own needs with a body not designed for self-pleasure and a lewd toy that provided pleasure but not the sensation of mating. And undeniable... was the more emotional truth that... she had grown accustomed to being held, to being able to kiss and embrace whenever she pleased, and now, here-

Here, Nikolai was right next to her, offering her relief, and she can't... She can't find (or remember) a reason to say "no". To stop her gaze from drifting downwards, sucking her bottom lip into her mouth and nipping down with sharp canines before she pulls back up, her tail swishing with a twitch that echoes in her fingers.]

But you have... to let me take care of you, too...

[After all... though the last time she had touched him they had been interrupted... She hadn't actually forgotten where they'd left off, either.]

[As delicious as the food she prepared is, Nikolai has all but forgotten it. The hunger now opening wide inside him is not the kind that can be sated with food. He notices Konoha's gaze falling into his lap and he grins crookedly. His previous mortification fades under the heat of his desire, now that they've reached an accord.]

You can look all you want. [He kisses the inside of her wrist now, eyes fluttering shut a moment.] And touch all you want too.

[He's here for her. To help her, to protect her. And dragons are greedy things, of course, so his imagination gobbles up her offer to take care of him in return. He remembers all too well where they left off that time underneath the trees...

Nikolai rises from his chair to close the distance between them. With Konoha seated on the floor, their heights are more evenly matched. Sliding his arms around her waist, he slots his chin with her shoulder — an echo of how he'd held her as he sat astride her back. He must lean in at an angle to accommodate her body — he can't stand directly behind her like he might with a human woman — but that hardly matters. Her body is warm against his. As his cock presses into her equine shoulder, hot and hard and aching, he sighs low in relief.

A press of his lips against her neck. A caress of his palm underneath the curve of her breast.]

Shall we go to the bed...?

[He leaves other possibilities open. She is the expert in what she needs, and whatever she demands, he will follow.]

[Konoha had always been taught not to waste food. Even in harsh winters, even that one year during the drought when she'd forced herself to live off watery rice gruel and chewed roots between meals to stave off hunger... she'd eaten everything she'd been given, no matter how off or foul. You didn't leave a single rice grain in the bowl, you shouldn't...

But she is more than willing to right now. Thank goodness this world had the micro waves and the tupperwares... because she's being told she could look all she wanted, and touch all she wanted, and in the midst of her heat... it's so easy to want.

And to shiver in anticipation when he moves to her side, presses against her from that slightly behind angle. She loved that, the sensation of lips pressed to her neck from behind. It summons a low, aching noise that makes her throat thrum beneath his kiss as her tongue slides over her bottom lip, double heartbeats stuttering just the same way it had at that festival, when they'd been far more colorful. To the bed, such a simultaneously gallant sounding and lewd combination of words, she should expect such sauciness from a ship's captain-]

I don't suppose you mind...

[Her voice finally finds its way out again in a husky whisper, one hand moving to slip down his abdomen until she hits his trousers and finds herself playing with the fastener.]

If it's less a bed and more hay... ?

[... It is actually hay. Well, a large, comfortable (to her) nest of soft reeds and hay supplemented with pillows and blankets.

Whatever the answer... She doesn't actually stay playing with the fastener. Not when she remembers, suddenly, so vividly, where they had left off when the powders wore off... and to take it one step farther than she had then, her hand wriggles into his trousers, eager to determine just how blessed he'd become in this draconic shape.]

[Suddenly, it's as if they never left that shady bower, as if the months between then and now have collapsed into mere minutes. His breath hitches as Konoha works open his trousers and oh so boldly slides her hand inside. His hips cant into her touch. She'll feel at once that he is not only longer but thicker too — and quickly growing stiffer under her exploring fingers.

His hand leaves her waist to trail along her sturdy forearm, down to where her wrist plunges into his pants. Looping a finger in one of the beltloops — unused, because with the extra fastenings in back for his draconic tail, there was quite enough to fuss with already — he tugs at the waistband just so.]

If I don't take these off soon, I may just get stuck.

[Which is...not a very romantic thing to say at all, but somehow his breathy laugh and the roll of his voice against her ear grant it a certain charm. He smothers her neck with another kiss and covers her breast with his palm.]

I can fill you with my cock wherever you like.

[How easily he slips into the filthy teasing that he's discovered he enjoys so much with Alina. His words sizzle especially hot through him now, igniting the possessiveness latent in his gem transformation.

Regardless of the more primal instincts racing through him at present, the prospect of quite literally tumbling in hay doesn't dim his desire at all. He'd slept on narrow cots and hard bedrolls in the army, and in a hammock aboard his ship — and he hadn't been in such...titillating company back then. With Konoha's hand still wedged in his trousers, Nikolai isn't about to move from this spot. But to encourage her onward to the bed, he tugs playfully at her waist.]

Edited 2021-07-20 05:29 (UTC)

[Back then… had it truly been that long ago? Back then, this is all she’d wanted to do. She’d been so close, too, just a single moment from slipping inside his trousers to finally feel the erection she’d been stroking over the fabric skin to skin. To doing as she lets herself now, sliding as far down as she can go before she’s blocked by the inseam of the pants. The way the air in her lungs stutters, the rising flush on her darker skin… even without them the sudden whip of her tail they would betray her. Beneath that tree, just off the beaten path of the festival revelry… he’d seemed quite gifted for a human man. Maybe even enough, she’d thought, that she wouldn’t need beg so hard for him to stimulate her with his hands in the midst of things in order to keep up with the pace of pleasure.

But now…

A wanting whimper slides off her tongue after the next kiss, an arch presses her breast into his palm, but what really makes her squirm is the words that spill from his mouth. She should have expected, perhaps, that despite how polite and well-spoken he was in public a sea captain would be equally well-versed in such lewd talk, but oh… oh she wants that, the image it conjures up. The toy she’d resorted to in attempt to quell her urges before his arrival had filled her, sure, but it wasn’t warm, wasn’t an actual man, wasn't able to leave her feeling full, wasn’t capable of saying such rousing things-]

Saying things like that…

[It might sound like it was supposed to be chastisement, but the look on Konoha’s face isn’t displeased at all, craning to fix him with a desire-hazy look as workworn fingers stroke over his cock, gentle (yet) despite their toughness. In fact, perhaps the synchrony building between them might give her away… but it was beyond rousing to her, to hear such things. … Things the like of which her husband would never say. Perhaps… because he wouldn’t. No, what she received from the man she’d given her hearts to was desperate growls of her name, whispered, delirious praise, deep rumbles of desire, her favorite three words to hear in the entire world, but this-

It makes it easier for her to remember who she’s with. Who has offered and deserved her attention now in this place where her bed was so often cold and her hearts so often lonely in days she didn’t like to admit. Reluctantly (with the tiniest hint of a soft squeeze to the testicles she’s found stuffed into his clothing) she pulls her hand from his trousers just long enough to haul herself back up to all four hooves, back legs mincing anxiously in their gait on account of the swelling arousal that made even simple friction almost maddening, nearly flicking him in the face with the tip of her rising tail as she turns her back to him in order to move towards the hay. If it were just her tail she could have played it cool… but after sitting, the wet smear on the fabric of the draped “skirt” she wears has grown, the hint of a glistening trail stains the bay coat of a back leg.

Leading by example, she lays herself down on her belly in the hay and blankets, back legs stretched out to the side and forelegs curled half-shyly to her lower chest in contrast to her shameless tail as she holds out her arms to him… or rather, just her hands. It isn’t an offer for an embrace or an attempt to drag him down into the hay with her just yet. From this position, their heights…]

We can’t have your… I won’t let you get stuck…

[Its harder for Konoha to say those filthy things, but she wants to try and meet him. She fails this time, but she wants to try, she does, cheeks ruddy and sharp canine nibbling on her lip as she curls her fingers in the air, beckoning again for his hips.]

But you have to tell me… how to get them off…

[She’s… we’ll she assumed she can do it on her own, honestly, somehow, but… she invites him to say more anyway in the hopes he might use even more of those scandalous phrases.

And the fact that she only just now had realized she’s never actually removed a human man’s strange fitted pants before???]

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[Despite Konoha's unfinished words, her whimper and the look on her face tell Nikolai everything he needs to know. She wants this. Not that this wasn't apparent before, but every confirmation of her desire stokes his own.

For her gentle squeeze, she earns a contented sigh hot against her collar. He slowly squeezes her tit in return, rolling the heft of it in his palm, remembering how she liked to be pinched. These little whispers of touch make him greedy for more. Each sound she makes, each favor she grants, is a piece of treasure added onto his pile.

As she turns to lead him to the bed, Nikolai's eyes catch on the damp streak marking her skirt-of-sorts. Her tail flashing in his face leaves her scent in its path. Half in a daze of impatience, he follows Konoha across the room. Reluctant to break contact with her, he shadows her side with his hand on her flank.

He ditches his shoes along the way — sorry, he's not in the habit of removing them at the door. As eager as he is to strip all the way down, to leave nothing impeding his body from hers...her offer intrigues him enough that when he finishes untucking his shirt, he goes no further. At her beckoning, he positions himself in the space bracketed by her hands. Nikolai grins, his gaze holding hers.]

Someone's eager to help...

[As he turns around to give her access to the back of his trousers, he deliberately lets her touch skim his hips, sending more sparks of manna sizzling through him. His own tail flicks back and forth as if growing tired of waiting. He throws a glance over his shoulder at her.]

There's another zipper above my tail. [Of the sort that might usually be found on a dress.] While you undo that...will you tell me what else you're eager for?

[Konoha's stumbling attempts at dirty talk were endearing. He is all too happy to encourage her down that path, hungry for the words she might say. Now that he is no longer resisting the urges pacing restlessly inside him, ready to pounce, it all feels so natural that he should be doing all of this with her.]

[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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[Nikolai feels the pull on his zipper as if it were part of his body, and a shiver of anticipation spreads up his spine. His back arches. His wings, which he had folded to walk beside her and present his back to her hands, stretch restlessly. If Konoha weren't already ducking her head, she might have found herself smacked by their leathery edges.

Her words sear into his mind tantalizing images of what awaits him once he joins her in bed. With his tail captured in her cleavage, it becomes easy to imagine her breasts cradling his cock, and from there her heated folds welcoming him. Her lips on his scaled skin, so close by the purple gem that allows him to feel every sensation so sharply and deeply, beg him to imagine her kisses pressed over every inch of him.

While she tugs his trousers down, Nikolai guides his cock free. As Konoha will soon discover, he has eschewed undergarments today. Not only does his tail pose an obstacle, but also...it seemed to him somewhat redundant, given that he would hang out of his boxers anyway. So once she coaxes his pants down far enough, she'll be treated to a spectacular view of his ass, impeded only partially by the spined dragon tail. He swiftly removes the whole garment, tossing it aside.]

When you take all of me inside of you...

[His voice bows low, rough at the edges with something wild. He turns now, reluctant to let her lips slip from his skin, but eager to see her reaction to his cock. Because that's what replaces Konoha's view: his dick, heavy with arousal, the head bowing toward her. It seems impossibly thick, improbably long in proportion to his human frame. A hassle for any human woman to contend with, but for a jinba mare...it poses no problem at all.

Nikolai cradles her cheek, sliding his hand into her hair and mussing it already. With a shift of his hips, he lets his cock tap gently, playfully, against her other cheek.]

...I hope that you'll want for nothing else.

[Her explanation of her heat, and the desperation it lights in her, only heightens his own need to help her. This surges through him as surely as his arousal, as maddening in its pitch and as unrelenting in its demands. He can do this. He cannot abandon her to suffer the ache of her loneliness, not when he's perfectly positioned to grant her relief.]

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