[ Despite the submission to Lenore, Yamada has a small sense of safety thanks to his powers. It's not always warranted, but he usually feels like he can rely upon them to get him out of any jam- replenishing his blood is easy enough so long as he gets a meal to keep his energy up. If he really needed to, he could feed her daily without the usual complications of needing his blood more than her. He holds to that idea in the back of his consciousness when she pushes them down and seals her lips over his so possessively, his chest pushing out into her nails like a needy cat. He really thought he was getting that bite, but the kiss is in no way disappointing.
He probably had another comment in him, but he silences himself when thumb presses to his throat, and he can't stop the smile that comes with it.
His pulse throbs in one hand, then two, once she gets her fingers around his cock. Naturally, he's made himself quite a nice one, though being unafraid of being a woman and experimenting he hasn't made an utterly awkward beast of a rod either. His body tightens up with her squeeze, Yamada's biting his lower lip to stop a moan that'd waste precious air, his jaw quivering. ]
Ah... I think I can manage it. [ He gets out once the squeeze passes, his hands gripping her sides- he'd loved to explore a little more, but she is calling the shots. ] With practice.
[ Despite his current state, his eyes have that sparkle of life that comes when he's having fun. Playing games. ]
[ He's a satisfying size, both in appearance and feel, though she's yet to test the full extent of the latter metric. They will get to that later. Her goal now is to recuperate some of what was lost during their last attempt and see just where his limits are. That is always fun.
Lenore clicks her tongue and sing-songs the old adage; ]
"Practice makes perfect."
[ As far as Lenore is concerned, she believes she's being quite generous to allow him to keep his hands at her waist--normally she'd force them back or tie them herself, but this has become a silent test in and of itself. Will he make a move without her permission? He surely knows the right answer.
She starts to stroke his cock, slowly at first, making sure she can feel him from base to head. With each stroke, she increases the pressure at his throat, bit by bit closing her thumb and forefinger down. Her hands aren't quite big enough to encompass his neck in just one, but her inhuman strength makes up for it. ]
We'll get in a lot of good practice.
[ Her gaze dances across his, watching for any shift in his expression and, more importantly, his pleasure. ]
[ Oh, no, her sing-song is so cute and in such contrast to the activities, he has to try quite hard not to laugh. That would be an awful idea when air is at a premium and he catches his lower lips in his teeth around a quivering smile.
There's still enough space for him to take a shallow intake with each stroke of his cock, when her fingers reach the head, though more shallow with each tightening. His hands do move, though it's less exploratory than he would have liked. A hand reaching for her forearm, an encouraging hold. An unspoken promise that he won't be ruining the mood this time. Sure, he does want her to feel okay... but he isn't going to ask it. Maybe in the afterglow, more subtly. If he lives that long.
Yamada keeps his eyes locked on hers, though, even when her fingers hit just the right spot, and he bites his lip so hard there's a drop of blood.
He did it deliberately, as a treat, because there's always a treat inside of threat. ]
[ It's a bit of a test, though she expects him to be quite durable. More so than humans, no matter what magical prowess they profess to supplement their inherit weaknesses. The corners of her eyes wrinkle just a tad when he catches himself. She increases the pace, stroke after stroke.
She generously allows Yamada that bit of movement as well, if only because he's keeping his hands on topic. Should he prove himself, he'll be provided ample time to use them to her pleasure.
Pleasure that he seems keen on offering regardless with that little bit of blood. Her pupils dilate instantly, instinct driven as the amber of her eyes nearly disappears behind black. She clicks her tongue. ]
What an eager boy you are...
[ Lenore tightens her grip considerably on his neck, using the hold to pull his head up towards hers. She licks at the few drops of blood gingerly in contrast to the rest of her ministrations. The salt and sweetness its her tongue, pleasant and tantalizing. But a little different. Not human. ]
Eager to please even when it's your job to take it.
[ She says as if she's not getting her own enjoyment from this. Watching the strain in his body, feeling his pulse beneath her fingers. Warmth pools between her legs unbidden, though Lenore concentrates on pushing Yamada further. She continues to pump him in her fist, twisting and squeezing here and there and dragging her nails along the veins.
But an offering of blood is hard to ignore. With an open wound, no matter how small, Lenore teases it open further, kneading his lip between her own teeth until she can taste blood again. ]
[ Yamada's heart skips when he sees Lenore's eyes widen like a cat with a bird in view. It activates something in ancient human instincts, ones that ignore that his humanity is academic. That innate, automatic fear of death makes him feel more alive than he has for a long time, and then she goes and makes it better by cutting off his air entirely.
His blood is rich and dark red, sticky as honey but with a metallic bite. A mingling of his human shape and remnants of prior forms. The flavour of a carnivorous beast hanging on from the wolf bat he was a moment ago. Next time might be totally different.
His body tightens all over, not to fight her, but to fight his instincts- they tell him to struggle and escape. He tells them to be silent, but the veins bulge, and the muscles quiver. His knees pull up and flatten in alternating order. He wants to eat her right back, show her the kind of fangs he can grow, but being deliciously devoured is more appealing. Briefly, when she takes her teeth to his lip, his fingernails turn to hooked claws, and his teeth rattle, sharpness travelling in a wave across them that reverts just as quickly. There's not a Night Creature conceived that can match the things he's turned into, but he's being a good boy for her, making sure she can enjoy the moment's pleasure. Perhaps knowing the effort he's putting in is all the better. He hopes so- he ruined the mood once and hopes not to again.
His voice is strained and muffled, but he still gets out an adoring moan of her name. It has a little pleading to it. For air? Mercy? For more? His cock gives him away as much as his voice- his hips push into her grip, and hot precum reaches her fingers. ]
[ He's delicious, each little lap or suck tastes different than the last. A myriad of minute flavors melting from one into the next and Lenore knows she could easily suck him dry if she wanted.
She does want. But she won't. She's more practical than that.
The changes are fascinating. That he controls them despite himself is equally fascinating. Pleasing. He's doing exactly as she asked and what could make her happier than that? The choked sound of her own name makes Lenore purr and she squeezes his cock hard with one equally rough pull on his lower lip.
Then she suddenly pulls back, taking what little heat her body holds with her. Her grip on his neck loosens and she allows him to fall back to the mattress if he wants. Looking down between them, she smudges the precum across Yamada's slit. ]
Very good.
[ She swipes a final drop of blood from his lip and samples his cum in tandem, licking her thumb and forefinger eagerly. ]
But not just yet. You'll finish when I allow it.
[ Lenore releases his erection, leaving it straining. She pulls up her skirts to her waist. ]
Since you're so eager to please, I've decided you can fuck me.
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He probably had another comment in him, but he silences himself when thumb presses to his throat, and he can't stop the smile that comes with it.
His pulse throbs in one hand, then two, once she gets her fingers around his cock. Naturally, he's made himself quite a nice one, though being unafraid of being a woman and experimenting he hasn't made an utterly awkward beast of a rod either. His body tightens up with her squeeze, Yamada's biting his lower lip to stop a moan that'd waste precious air, his jaw quivering. ]
Ah... I think I can manage it. [ He gets out once the squeeze passes, his hands gripping her sides- he'd loved to explore a little more, but she is calling the shots. ] With practice.
[ Despite his current state, his eyes have that sparkle of life that comes when he's having fun. Playing games. ]
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Lenore clicks her tongue and sing-songs the old adage; ]
"Practice makes perfect."
[ As far as Lenore is concerned, she believes she's being quite generous to allow him to keep his hands at her waist--normally she'd force them back or tie them herself, but this has become a silent test in and of itself. Will he make a move without her permission? He surely knows the right answer.
She starts to stroke his cock, slowly at first, making sure she can feel him from base to head. With each stroke, she increases the pressure at his throat, bit by bit closing her thumb and forefinger down. Her hands aren't quite big enough to encompass his neck in just one, but her inhuman strength makes up for it. ]
We'll get in a lot of good practice.
[ Her gaze dances across his, watching for any shift in his expression and, more importantly, his pleasure. ]
As long as you can handle it.
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There's still enough space for him to take a shallow intake with each stroke of his cock, when her fingers reach the head, though more shallow with each tightening. His hands do move, though it's less exploratory than he would have liked. A hand reaching for her forearm, an encouraging hold. An unspoken promise that he won't be ruining the mood this time. Sure, he does want her to feel okay... but he isn't going to ask it. Maybe in the afterglow, more subtly. If he lives that long.
Yamada keeps his eyes locked on hers, though, even when her fingers hit just the right spot, and he bites his lip so hard there's a drop of blood.
He did it deliberately, as a treat, because there's always a treat inside of threat. ]
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She generously allows Yamada that bit of movement as well, if only because he's keeping his hands on topic. Should he prove himself, he'll be provided ample time to use them to her pleasure.
Pleasure that he seems keen on offering regardless with that little bit of blood. Her pupils dilate instantly, instinct driven as the amber of her eyes nearly disappears behind black. She clicks her tongue. ]
What an eager boy you are...
[ Lenore tightens her grip considerably on his neck, using the hold to pull his head up towards hers. She licks at the few drops of blood gingerly in contrast to the rest of her ministrations. The salt and sweetness its her tongue, pleasant and tantalizing. But a little different. Not human. ]
Eager to please even when it's your job to take it.
[ She says as if she's not getting her own enjoyment from this. Watching the strain in his body, feeling his pulse beneath her fingers. Warmth pools between her legs unbidden, though Lenore concentrates on pushing Yamada further. She continues to pump him in her fist, twisting and squeezing here and there and dragging her nails along the veins.
But an offering of blood is hard to ignore. With an open wound, no matter how small, Lenore teases it open further, kneading his lip between her own teeth until she can taste blood again. ]
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His blood is rich and dark red, sticky as honey but with a metallic bite. A mingling of his human shape and remnants of prior forms. The flavour of a carnivorous beast hanging on from the wolf bat he was a moment ago. Next time might be totally different.
His body tightens all over, not to fight her, but to fight his instincts- they tell him to struggle and escape. He tells them to be silent, but the veins bulge, and the muscles quiver. His knees pull up and flatten in alternating order. He wants to eat her right back, show her the kind of fangs he can grow, but being deliciously devoured is more appealing. Briefly, when she takes her teeth to his lip, his fingernails turn to hooked claws, and his teeth rattle, sharpness travelling in a wave across them that reverts just as quickly. There's not a Night Creature conceived that can match the things he's turned into, but he's being a good boy for her, making sure she can enjoy the moment's pleasure. Perhaps knowing the effort he's putting in is all the better. He hopes so- he ruined the mood once and hopes not to again.
His voice is strained and muffled, but he still gets out an adoring moan of her name. It has a little pleading to it. For air? Mercy? For more? His cock gives him away as much as his voice- his hips push into her grip, and hot precum reaches her fingers. ]
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She does want. But she won't. She's more practical than that.
The changes are fascinating. That he controls them despite himself is equally fascinating. Pleasing. He's doing exactly as she asked and what could make her happier than that? The choked sound of her own name makes Lenore purr and she squeezes his cock hard with one equally rough pull on his lower lip.
Then she suddenly pulls back, taking what little heat her body holds with her. Her grip on his neck loosens and she allows him to fall back to the mattress if he wants. Looking down between them, she smudges the precum across Yamada's slit. ]
Very good.
[ She swipes a final drop of blood from his lip and samples his cum in tandem, licking her thumb and forefinger eagerly. ]
But not just yet. You'll finish when I allow it.
[ Lenore releases his erection, leaving it straining. She pulls up her skirts to her waist. ]
Since you're so eager to please, I've decided you can fuck me.