[ Is it even physiologically possible for him to get hard again, after being wrung dry inside and out? Nico is willing to see if celestial blood affects refractory periods; then again, maybe it has nothing to do with the limits of the not-quite-human body, and everything to do with Ea and her ability to make everything in Nico go haywire.
His hand trails down towards the warmth between Ea's legs－ he remembers that she took the harness and toy off, but was she wearing anything under that?－ fingers pressing against her soft inner thigh, tracing up and down until he can test to see if he can give her friction. ]
No one else could.
[ The drow twins could come at him with their Menzoberranzan love tricks, and his dick wouldn't even twitch. He's convinced of it. ]
[ She sucks in a breath at the sudden touch, which is a surprise clearly not shared by her cunt, from how it all but clenches and flutters inside. All this talk about having his cock deep as it can do, and she is of course affected. Would have to be dead not to be affected by Nico.
Even just from talking, she'd be wet, but what he finds is a whole other level. Her panties feel like a flimsy, tearable layer, one that is glued to the shape of her pussy from how soaked she is.
In summary: giving her friction won't be hard, all he really needs to do is what he's doing now, and she shivers from it. ]
Do aasimar mate? [ What a perfectly timed, breathless question. ] F-fuck... I'm doing a terrible job at taking care of you here... [ Here being: her hips rolling so she can grind against his hand. ]
[ Do aasimar mate? Nico actually has no earthly (outer-planar-ly) idea, and he says as much: ]
Not a clue.
[ No hint of chagrin in his tone, though. Resigned to not knowing a single thing about how he's supposed to work, he's learned not to let his ignorance of what he is bother him in the company of others. Especially not in front of Ea, who he is currently thinking of in terms of "mating", which turns his tone more playful than anything else.
Case in point: his wandering hands, gaining intent. Languid and unhurried, tracing the outline of Ea's cunt over soaked-through panties, pressing up every time she grinds down. ]
You're taking care of my imagination with this talk of "mating", though.
[ Oh - oh. She sucks in a breath, her back arching as his hand gains that intent. She has one arm around his shoulders, and her grip on his shoulder tightens. Her other hand comes to the bed beside her, twisting the bedsheets into her fist.
It's 'grind against his palm until you're desperate' o'clock, apparently. ]
Oh, yeah? [ Swallows, around a thick knot in her throat. ] You wanna mate me, darling? [ Who knows what that even means. ]
[ What does this mean??? We just do not know. The audacity of asking Nico anything when his current INT and WIS stats sit at a whopping 0.
He's cruising on CON and CHA－ way too many points poured into those. Fingers slip under Ea's ruined underwear, his fingers tenting the fabric as he works to rub her directly, skin on skin, warmth to warmth. Slick, wet sounds fill the space between them, and Nico pauses for a moment to draw his fingers up to his mouth to taste the arousal on his digits. ]
Sometimes I want to sink my teeth into you while we fuck, [ is probably slightly unhinged. ] Like an animal. Keep you pinned while I make love to you.
[ More 0-INT things. He goes back to touching Ea again, giving her slow, steady friction. ] If that's "mating"―
[ She watches his fingers make the path from between her legs up to his mouth like she's suddenly in a trance. It fries her brain and turns her into mush, primal and needy mush, to witness him lick her slick off his fingers.
She'd give him anything right now if it got him to do it again.
Like the biting - yes please, the biting. ]
Fuck. [ She makes a choked little sound and moves her hand from his shoulder to his hair at the back of his skull, messing it up so she can pull him up. She meets his gaze for a moment, the crushes her lips to his for a heady kiss. ]
Do that. [ When she's breaking for air, the direct approach happens. ] I want it. I told you already, sweetheart - I love it when you're feral. I love you.
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Date: 2024-08-23 05:32 am (UTC)His hand trails down towards the warmth between Ea's legs－ he remembers that she took the harness and toy off, but was she wearing anything under that?－ fingers pressing against her soft inner thigh, tracing up and down until he can test to see if he can give her friction. ]
No one else could.
[ The drow twins could come at him with their Menzoberranzan love tricks, and his dick wouldn't even twitch. He's convinced of it. ]
!!!!
Date: 2024-08-23 06:40 am (UTC)Even just from talking, she'd be wet, but what he finds is a whole other level. Her panties feel like a flimsy, tearable layer, one that is glued to the shape of her pussy from how soaked she is.
In summary: giving her friction won't be hard, all he really needs to do is what he's doing now, and she shivers from it. ]
Do aasimar mate? [ What a perfectly timed, breathless question. ] F-fuck... I'm doing a terrible job at taking care of you here... [ Here being: her hips rolling so she can grind against his hand. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 04:25 am (UTC)Not a clue.
[ No hint of chagrin in his tone, though. Resigned to not knowing a single thing about how he's supposed to work, he's learned not to let his ignorance of what he is bother him in the company of others. Especially not in front of Ea, who he is currently thinking of in terms of "mating", which turns his tone more playful than anything else.
Case in point: his wandering hands, gaining intent. Languid and unhurried, tracing the outline of Ea's cunt over soaked-through panties, pressing up every time she grinds down. ]
You're taking care of my imagination with this talk of "mating", though.
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:23 am (UTC)It's 'grind against his palm until you're desperate' o'clock, apparently. ]
Oh, yeah? [ Swallows, around a thick knot in her throat. ] You wanna mate me, darling? [ Who knows what that even means. ]
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:41 am (UTC)He's cruising on CON and CHA－ way too many points poured into those. Fingers slip under Ea's ruined underwear, his fingers tenting the fabric as he works to rub her directly, skin on skin, warmth to warmth. Slick, wet sounds fill the space between them, and Nico pauses for a moment to draw his fingers up to his mouth to taste the arousal on his digits. ]
Sometimes I want to sink my teeth into you while we fuck, [ is probably slightly unhinged. ] Like an animal. Keep you pinned while I make love to you.
[ More 0-INT things. He goes back to touching Ea again, giving her slow, steady friction. ] If that's "mating"―
―yes, I'd like that.
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Date: 2024-08-26 09:50 am (UTC)She'd give him anything right now if it got him to do it again.
Like the biting - yes please, the biting. ]
Fuck. [ She makes a choked little sound and moves her hand from his shoulder to his hair at the back of his skull, messing it up so she can pull him up. She meets his gaze for a moment, the crushes her lips to his for a heady kiss. ]
Do that. [ When she's breaking for air, the direct approach happens. ] I want it. I told you already, sweetheart - I love it when you're feral. I love you.