[With the amount of pollen still singing through her veins, it's hard for her to have presence of mind to do anything at all. It's sheer need and desire that urges her onward, muscles straining as she shakes against him again and again.
Every so often--so long as her mouth is empty, at least--she manages to pant out his name, or a fresh plea for more, even as her face is sweaty and plum-dark with all he's given her already. Her talons dig deeper into the padding of the seats, ripping lines through the leather as she tenses against that hardworking tongue]
[It might be easier to pick up when he starts whining softly - when a series of low vibrations join the slick, wet sensation of his tongue as he laps at her]
[For long moments he works at her, restless, the whines become more urgent - higher pitched. He's moving beneath her - shifting - his hand working restlessly to ease the ache of the pollen that's settled in for him, as well]
[Shaking off the raw feeling of desire enough to do anything other than squirm against him is no easy feat. But when she finally does force dewy eyes to look back for that squelching noise that doesn't quite match the rhythm within her, the sight is more than worth the effort.
The strain of his abs and thighs--the urgency of his pace--the way the red of his prick disappears into his fist--the heightening whines buzzing against her clit as he does-- Her hips judder and drool at the sight of it--the now-obvious shifts as he works himself--and she groans along with him, cursing and calling his name.
Between the angle and the talons, there isn't a lot she can do to help him directly. Instead, she shifts against the network of vines touching her--touching him back, hoping those vines are as sensitive as his leaves were before. She even leans towards the nearest vine, offering it a wet kiss]
[He groans, low and intent, though it's difficult to tell whether it's at the feel of it or at the sight of her, opening her mouth for the leafy vine. He has to break for a minute, to gasp for air, face red and cheeks wet - dives back in with more enthusiasm than before, seemingly intent on pressing her up to that height and tipping her over the edge all over again]
[His own hand is working faster than before, rubbing at himself with almost desperate abandon as he trembles and begins to crest that ridge, himself]
[There isn't much he has to do--not with how far he's already brought her. She groans again, hitching forward at his fresh enthusiasm--at the now immistakable smack of his hand on his cock--at the bright, green taste of the vines as she takes them as deep as she can manage.
Even muffled her moans are loud and fevered, her eyelashes glossy as she already starts to lose the mounting rhythm inside her]
[He outright whines, as the feel of his own palm begins to overwhelm him - as the feel of her mouth on the vines, ghost-touches against appendages that are somehow both a part of him and not, begin to ratchet the mounting pleasure higher]
[The heat rushes through him with remarkable intensity, even as he struggles to push her to the finish line, but it isn't long before he shudders and cries out, tense and trembling as he finally tips over that edge]
[Maybe it's that yelp as he comes, the sound rumbling against her clit. Maybe it's the way that he tenses around her, the cat's cradle of vines tightening around her wings and tail and chest and thighs, swallowing her up. Maybe it's just the last of the pollen working its way through her system and sending her nerves alight. But somehow when she reaches her peak it's even higher than the ones before--more thrown past the finish line than neatly delivered there.
She tightens around him, every muscle clenching for an endless moment of trembling euphoria--nothing left in the universe but the feel of him around her and the pure pleasure everyplace they touch]
[It's possible he whites out for a minute, as well; certainly, he forgets what he's doing long enough to stop working at her, unable to think of anything but the pleasure racing through his veins]
[When it's finished rolling through him, he just breathes, forehead pressed to her thigh, still shivering in the aftermath]
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Every so often--so long as her mouth is empty, at least--she manages to pant out his name, or a fresh plea for more, even as her face is sweaty and plum-dark with all he's given her already. Her talons dig deeper into the padding of the seats, ripping lines through the leather as she tenses against that hardworking tongue]
Re: Nemesis
[For long moments he works at her, restless, the whines become more urgent - higher pitched. He's moving beneath her - shifting - his hand working restlessly to ease the ache of the pollen that's settled in for him, as well]
Re: Nemesis
The strain of his abs and thighs--the urgency of his pace--the way the red of his prick disappears into his fist--the heightening whines buzzing against her clit as he does-- Her hips judder and drool at the sight of it--the now-obvious shifts as he works himself--and she groans along with him, cursing and calling his name.
Between the angle and the talons, there isn't a lot she can do to help him directly. Instead, she shifts against the network of vines touching her--touching him back, hoping those vines are as sensitive as his leaves were before. She even leans towards the nearest vine, offering it a wet kiss]
Re: Nemesis
[His own hand is working faster than before, rubbing at himself with almost desperate abandon as he trembles and begins to crest that ridge, himself]
Re: Nemesis
Even muffled her moans are loud and fevered, her eyelashes glossy as she already starts to lose the mounting rhythm inside her]
Re: Nemesis
[The heat rushes through him with remarkable intensity, even as he struggles to push her to the finish line, but it isn't long before he shudders and cries out, tense and trembling as he finally tips over that edge]
Re: Nemesis
She tightens around him, every muscle clenching for an endless moment of trembling euphoria--nothing left in the universe but the feel of him around her and the pure pleasure everyplace they touch]
Re: Nemesis
[When it's finished rolling through him, he just breathes, forehead pressed to her thigh, still shivering in the aftermath]