crowspace | call me out v. 13.0

It's me. I'm sorry, was he rude?

[Tiger is unfortunately Like That.]

I, um... I wouldn’t say rude... “Brusque”, maybe... ?

[After all, he did just say he wanted Atsushi to be happy it couldn’t be super rude, but...

She just stares up at him a moment more through her splayed fingers, brain overheating trying to puzzle out how that worked. This is why she didn’t try! It was way beyond her...]

Atsushi is... happy, right? Right now... ?

I'm very happy. [He pecks her on the cheek, or on the back of her hand since she's covering her face.] I'm cuddling with one of my favorite people.

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[Even though she’d thought so... It’s nice to hear after Tiger’s not-so-difficult ultimatum, and Konoha’s expression softens before she finally moves her hands to bare her body to scrutiny again. She needs them to slide into Atsushi’s hair instead, pull him back down for a better kiss, nuzzling up with a titillated whisper.]

How about now... ? Very very happy?

[More kisses? More kisses, and he runs a hand through her hair.]

Very, very, very happy. [Mwa.]

[Three very’s! Konoha is all too happy herself to return them (and the kisses that came with them), ever the type to enjoy affection and closeness... especially in the aftermath of pleasure.

But even knowing someone else is kind of watching... the more kisses she presses to his lips the lower her hands slide down his back, curiously and a little mischievously.]

Would it be... very very very very... if we did it together, but in a way I could see Atsushi’s face... ?

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I'd like that, but only if it's comfortable for you.

[Since she probably shouldn't be on top, and he's not sure how comfy she is on her back...]

[Oh... right. This is what happens when she thinks with her heart and her loins and not her brain. If she stays totally flat like this that would get uncomfortable quick...

So she just kisses him a moment to think, humming thoughtfully before- bingo!]

One... second...

[She rolls back over onto her side first, safely depositing him on the mattress with a last lingering kiss before she awkwardly shimmies towards the edge along the wall, grabbing a large bale of rice like it weighed nothing and placing it there for support before she rolls over onto her back again- this time, with her withers propped on the rice and her shoulders on the wall at a far more comfortable curve. Sure, with the size of her equine half it would still be challenge to touch or kiss very high on her human-like parts, but...]

If it’s this way, I could see you...

[Her forelegs press together a bit shyly like a woman trying to sort of hide her privates, which... is a little ironic considering it doesn’t hide anything and her back legs are incapable in this position of really doing anything but splaying, messy arousal on full display while her back hooves curl anxiously in the air.]

[She's lovely, and the display of modesty in a situation like this is adorable. Atsushi settles in between her forelegs, his arousal returned in full force from the sight of her.]

This is much nicer, I think.

[He grips himself by the base and carefully presses inside of her. She's so warm...]

[There’s no hiding the excitement on her face or in her nethers this way, her clenching muscles causing the characteristic “wink” that flashed slick pink insides and bared her clitoris between plush black folds as he shimmied closer, blush rising back up her face. Oh, no, this also meant he could see how lewd her own expression got- !]

It is- !

[But that’s a trade she’s willing to make, easily welcoming him into her heat with a warbled little moan. She’d been told by human partners that she was hotter inside than human women, but no one said it was bad or uncomfortable, so it must feel good, right?]

I think- I think I can...

[With a curl of her spine, she reaches as far down as she can... and yes, just manages to cup his face in her hands, breaking into a happy little smile at the “victory”.]

[No complaints here. The opposite, really.

Atsushi nuzzles into her hands, pressing kisses over her palms as he starts to move. His thrusts are slow, but deep and powerful - he's stronger than his frame would suggest, and he can't compete to the power of a jinba anyway.]

Konoha, Konoha... You feel so good...

[Not that there’d probably been any doubt, but... oh, Konoha really did prefer lovemaking to fucking. Both hearts tighten with an ache of affection when he nuzzles into her hands, and she runs her thumb over his lips as she sinks into her new position with a heavy sigh, lashes fluttering with a hint of a whine in her breath for each slow, steady thrust of his hips. This was nice...

And though she was pretty sure... it’s Atsushi, he’d be honest, she might as well ask-]

It’s not... too hot... ?

[The comforting, wet heat he sinks in to, the messier arousal of her kind slicking over where they joined, releasing soft, wet sounds as he pressed in.]

It's perfect. You're wonderful, Konoha.

[He strokes her clit to the same pace as his thrusts, steady and careful.]

[More than satisfied to finally hear the answer instead of just assume it from lack of complaint, Konoha sags back into her makeshift rice bale bean bag with a content little noise, fetlocks curling behind him and tail swishing happily across the futon between his legs.]

Oh, I’m glad...

[She wasn’t Ainfeil possessed any longer, the motivation to egg him on wasn’t to drink his blood, but... she wants to try it, little dirty talking things, but more as herself this time.]

S- Atsushi is so patient... and his fingers are so gentle and clever...

[Her body is all too eager to bare the large, space-shaped bundle of nerves to his touch, each swipe of touch making her muscles clamp down a bit tighter around him with an excited squirm. She feared her expression was growing lewder, her thumb mimicking his strokes along his cheek.]

It’s not fair at all...

[He's weak to dirty talk and praise, and it shows in the way his hips stutter before moving just a little faster.]

A-ah - and Konoha is so lovely, and says such kind things...

[He presses kisses over her palm and fingers, covering each inch of skin in turn.]

But they’re true...

[She’s weak to the same, and so she knows how nice it feels to hear those things. As his kisses pepper the calloused skin of her dark palms, she curiously presses a finger in to his mouth, slipping against his tongue as she finds herself enjoying encouraging him almost as much as she enjoys the results, the stutter of his thrusts that makes her moan and her legs tremble beside his smaller body.]

Atsushi is stronger than a normal human, too... he can thrust better... and touch better...

[It's hard to keep praising her with her finger in his mouth, but hopefully wrapping his lips around it to suck makes up for that. His boyfriends like it when he does that, but his boyfriends also have a more obvious parallel.

He puts a little more power into his next thrusts when she says so. He doesn't know her well enough to know exactly how she likes it, but he's a very attentive student.]

[Just the position they were in was already rather new, something a jinba could only do with human partners, really. Not when your husband had a good four hundred some pounds on you. And watching him, watching his lips suck eagerly on her finger...

Oh. She couldn’t see him do it with how she was shaped, but. When he was using his mouth beneath her tail... he probably looked something like this... and that realization makes her flush deepen immediately in reaction. Words, that’s right, words-]

But maybe... Atsushi’s mouth is best...

[He was really good at it... except then a good, firm thrust makes her tighten excitedly around him, toss her head back against the wall a moment as she pants for breath. She might not like violent or too rough couplings, but she certainly seemed to appreciate a good deep thrust, a grind of hip, the way it put pressure on her aching clit... all of it.]

Oh, no, I can’t pick...

[A muffled chuckle rumbles around her finger. She doesn't have to pick - it's not like he could pick what she's best at either - but her earnest indecision is cute.

Her enjoyment of the change is obvious, so he keeps that strength, matching the motions with his soft fingers over her clit.]

[She was trying really hard to pick, she was! What a defeat... But it also is... a very pleasant sort of defeat, she can't be mad about it... nor can she stop her fetlocks from curling and making her back hooves bob uselessly in the air beside his hips when he continues at that pace, forelegs shuddering to awkwardly rub against his shoulders in a desire to clutch him without the flexibility of joints to do so, giving one last swipe of her finger over his tongue before has to pull it out to instead slide a hand into his hair and curl as gently as she can manage (which is only partly), biting down on her bottom lip to muffle the whimpers in her speech.]

This time I want- I want to see what Atsushi looks like when-

[When he comes. When she does. When they do. Whatever it was supposed to be is lost in a shudder and clench and a groan as she struggles to keep from tipping her head back to cry, wanting to watch him now that she can, delightfully torn between the friction of firm thrusts and soft strokes that was winding her up towards an end she both desperately wanted to reach and yet wanted to just pursue as long as possible, delighting in the warmth of chroma and body heat.]

[He leans his head into her hand, not minding if she tugs a little.]

I want - ah - to see your face too-

[She's so lovely. He's always preferred positions where he can see his partner's face, and ideally kiss. It feels more intimate that way.

He won't last that much longer, having just come recently. So he picks up the pace of his thrusts, matching them with his hand on her clit.]

[In order to see him, he's going to see her... she's just going to hope that it isn't as lewd as she fears it looks. But it is, it really is, her gaze has grown so warm with affection and glazed with lust, she's flushed with desire and panting, squirming, wishing she could hold him more properly but there would always be something incongruous in inter-species coupling, so she tightens her fingers in his hair, splays her others across his cheek, nodding weakly.]

Show me... ?

[His name is a moan more than word, long body curling as best as she was capable of around him, forelegs clutching and back leg twitching as she struggles not to buck up into the quicker pace, tail whipping about on the mattress as a final surge of arousal wells up from her body, making her electric sparks of pleasure coil in the base of her spine, threatening to break at the next thrust, the next stroke, soon, soon, soon, struggling to hold on just so that she had enough sense left to take in his expression.]

[He's not much better - face flushed, hair sticking to his skin, eyes clouded with desire, panting heavily. As she tightens around him in the rush of her climax, it pushes him over the final precipice, and he cries out her name as he spills inside her.]

Konoha...!

[He manages a few last irregular thrusts before more or less collapsing onto her.]

[Just a name isn't supposed to sound that good, but... moonlacing was a hell of a drug. And considering she hasn't felt it in a little while with the strange crystal happening, it seems even stronger in a way. Add that to the new, interesting position, getting able to share this pleasure with him in a way that was her own, hopefully making up for taking advantage of him before...

She holds his face desperately, an attempt at tenderly, as they peak, hips squirming actively beneath his last couple thrusts, reveling in the warmth of his seed that triggered a deep sense of satisfaction in her breeding instincts, made her even more affectionate in that moment, whispering sweet little praises as she starts to crash down from the peak.]

Oh, that's good... That's good...

[It was nice to couple just... without a rush to prevent chroma drain or a moonblessing that was running out of control, which was more of her usual experience laying with humans. Now he's laying on her, literally, on the warm expanse of her bay belly and lower chest, raising and lowering in slow, heavy pants of her main set of lungs.]

Atsushi is really cute... when he comes...

[She really liked the last little stutter in his hips and his expression, the coming apart. Did she look like that, too?]

Not as cute as you, I'm sure.

[He rests his head on her chest, sighing in contentment. He doesn't need to move anytime soon, does he? Good, because this is comfortable.]

How do you feel?

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