Today’s prompt selection was: Creampie, Sensory Deprivation, Electricity. Went with the first because I don’t really have anything for the other two that I can recall… but I’m always writing new things! XD
This scene is from Arellan, a magical world, and takes place at the same party as many of the others (I need to actually name that project). It’s written in second person POV, so if you don’t like that, don’t read.
Iolanda is a young woman with hellish ancestry giving her horns, a tail, and a few other goodies, at the low low cost of sometimes people hate her and think she’s a demon. She’s pink all over, and generally a busty, bubbly, bundle of fun. She’s also both a paladin with a personal oath to uphold, and a warlock with a patron’s instructions to follow.
Betras is a sorcerer, a mage not gaining his power through training but simply as an innate gift; he was raised in a bit of a cult as a weapon against a tyrannical dragon who lived on a nearby mountaintop, but that’s a long story. Now, he’s here! He’s also a lizard shifter, having some lizardlike aspects (gecko-like, more specifically) and able to redouble them. He puts that to good use in this scene.
They kiss, chat, swap bodily specifics, have some fun experimenting with each other, and then have sex culminating in the titular act (although I will admit right now, not with a tremendous amount of focus on it) – some of this may be familiar, that is because it was the subject of Day 4: Voyeurism, as Ersufat watched them seemingly unseen from a corner.
If any of this doesn’t sound like fun, go ahead and stop reading. Otherwise, hope you enjoy!
After the break, things heat up, and they don’t stop until it’s done.
You took a breath at the same time as Betras, that thought ringing in your mind along with your words most recently spoken on the subject, and the two of you spoke at once, simultaneously.
“D’you wanna have sex maybe? I’d like that.”
“Mm, would you be interested in laying together? I would.”
There was a beat of silence before you both started laughing, giggling and snickering – pointing and blurting out half-words, half-sentences, blushing and spluttering; “oh dear,” you both said without actually saying it, “what a comedic happenstance! How funny of us to say the same thing, to have been thinking the same thing, and all at the same time! What a lark!”
Not that either of you would’ve phrased it that way, of course.
Grinning and blushing, warm in the cheeks and the heart and the gut, and all along your front where you laid against him, you nodded. “I’d like that, yeah. Oh, and-” your face brightened suddenly, eyes widening, “-I’ve got a thing! I’ve got somethin’ might help!”
Betras raised an intrigued eyebrow. “Oh? Mm, I am curious – I will say I have encountered a few things in my years, yes. Would this be a mundane thing, or magical – like the collars which make one not need to breathe, or simply-”
“Oh, not a sex thing,” you shook your head, waving a hand. “I mean, I do have sex things, yeah, but that wasn’t what I meant – oh, and one of my friends here don’t need to breathe! Emmalyne, the blue woman with white hair? But the thing I was talkin’ about is a li’l box that lets you talk to folk who’re really far away? So you could use that to maybe talk to your lover, if’n you want.”
Chuckling, Betras nodded. “Mm, I misunderstood – but yes, thank you for the information, and for the offer as well. I think, perhaps, not tonight, mm, but… I may want to take you up on that offer and use your box.”
You nodded, smiling. “And what about the magical speaking thingy?”
Shocked laughter blurted out of Betras’ lips, shaking you with the force of it and you giggled as well – and maybe it hadn’t been an intentional play on words, but it still counted.
“You are gorgeous, Iolanda,” he murmured, staring at you in seeming awe before pressing a brief kiss to your lips. “Inside and out, yes, mm.”
You leaned forward more heavily against him, kissing him more deeply. His small teeth weren’t particularly sharp – enough to tickle at your tongue as it brushed over them, but not enough to cause any injury or even really any concern of it.
You grinned as you pulled your mouth away from his. “If you think it all looks good, jus’ wait ‘til you feel it.”
With a chuckle and a heated look in his eyes, he nodded. “Mm, I like what I have felt so far, and look forward greatly to more, yes.” He dipped his head with a snicker, his warm voice shifting slightly solemn in its intonation. “Let us now come together, with full plates and full mugs, full arms, full bellies-”
“An’ full hearts and full souls,” you nodded with a grin, finishing the traditional invocation before narrowing your eyes a little. “Maybe somethin’ else full too – an’ I like the sound of the comin’ together. An’ as long as we’re on the topic of feelin’, I think I’d like to feel these,” you traced a finger over his lips – pressing the tip gently between them in search of his teeth, before withdrawing it to trace along your exposed collarbone, “maybe here?”
With an enthusiastic nod, he pushed himself more upright, his hands going to your back as he kissed at your collarbone and then gently scraped his teeth over it, and you gasped a half-yelp; his teeth weren’t terribly sharp but they were pointier than what you considered normal, and smaller, and wider spaced, all of which made them all that much easier to feel. Each one stood out so much more clearly than what you’d previously thought of as “normal” teeth, and they caused goosebumps to erupt all over your arms and sent little shivers down your spine.
“That’s nice,” you sighed, a high-pitched and happy noise following it, and then you withdrew slightly and patted your hands on your knees. “Alright, so – the horns are pretty numb so feel free to grab ‘em,” you tugged one to demonstrate, and then grabbed a fistful of your own hair, “I like havin’ my hair pulled and my neck kissed,” your other hand lifted up the tip of your tail, “the tail’s real sensitive which can be fun but you gotta be careful with it,” and finally, one hand pointed a finger at your belly-button piercing, the jeweled Rose of Bellerrel, “and I cain’t have babies, plus I don’t get diseases and can cure ‘em, so you don’t gotta worry ‘bout any o’ that.”
You were getting pretty practiced at the quick once-over, and Betras chuckled, nodding with an appreciative-looking grin – and appreciative eyes, as well, roving over you as you demonstrated.
“Mm, a very good demonstration,” he murmured, shaking his head with a thoughtful sigh as he looked off for a moment.
After a pause, he returned his attention to you, with a grin. “The scales, mm, their sensations are dulled;” he dug in his nails unflinchingly to demonstrate, “and I appreciate- I suppose-” one shoulder rolled in a shrug, “-attention to the ear, broadly, yes, both with lips or tongue or teeth, and with words, mm. And I can take on a more animalistic aspect as I choose,” he nodded with a grin, “which can have its advantages, yes.”
You raised a curious eyebrow, nodding to him in encouragement, and he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and seemed to focus.
As you watched, the patches of scales up his sides and his chest seemed to thicken, and to spread – further up his neck and onto his jawline, out and onto his arms and hands where his fingernails lengthened and sharpened and thickened into small claws – and when he opened his eyes, you saw the pupils elongating, sharpening upward and down until they were vertical slits. He grinned, his teeth seemingly unchanged, but then his tongue flashed out and was several times the length it had been previously – not forked like a snake, but looking more like those little wall-climbing lizards that would lick their own eyes at times, a long broad thin tongue, and your eyebrow and lips quirked.
“That does seem like it’d be handy,” you murmured softly, looking him over, and the changes slowly subsided until he had his normal face and body, the scales retreating to their more moderate patchiness.
“Mm, very tempting to lick my own eyeballs though,” he admitted, halfway blushing at the confession, “unless I have something to distract me, yes. Reflex, I think, perhaps.”
“I think we can find somethin’ to distract you,” you nodded your head in helpful reassurance. “At least, I know I don’t got a lot of room for thinkin’, durin’.”
Chuckling, he nodded his agreement, leaning in toward you. “I think of little other than the task at hand, yes, mm.”
Your mouths met, with a different energy than they had previously had – a different intensity, perhaps with a different goal in mind. Previously it had been exploratory, and perhaps as a result had tended somewhat toward the softer side of things. Now, they met with purpose and without pretense; a simple statement of mutual desire, expressed with lips and tongues rather than words – and with hands as well.
Before, your touches had roamed each others’ bodies in comfort, in curiosity, but now they were as scouts. They moved with a deliberate essence, with purpose, with determination – determining as they did just which places would be best clutched, which best kissed, which best for anything else.
Your mouth took over from your hand, at Betras’ collarbone, kissing and biting lightly as you hummed a moan, and he hissed approval while his own fingers tugged at the tired clasp of your bra. It had to deal with so much – holding back, in the first place, a chest which truly seemed to want to be free and had a fair amount of force in its efforts to do so, owing to its size. Between the simple act of holding back your substantial breasts, and the repeated pulling and prodding and being put on and off again and again which it had faced tonight, it was no surprise that it was tired.
It popped open almost in an instant. Too quickly, in fact.
“I-” Betras cut himself off with a happy hum as you stroked down his side with one hand, and across his belly just above his waistband with the other. “I apologize, mm. I may have, mm, broken it.”
“I got others,” you huffed, shrugging the bra off and tossing it to the side – whether it was broken or not, it was off, and in the moment that was all you cared about.
Betras didn’t have a belt, his pants held up by a simple but sturdy drawstring run through the waistband, and it made for a much easier time. Your hands tugged at the dangling ends of the bow and then the tension was released, leaving you free to hook your fingers in through two waistbands simultaneously and tug down two sets of pants – under and over – at the same time. Not all the way, but enough, and you sucked him into your mouth without any delay, leaving him to gasp your name breathlessly. One of his hands sought your hair and clutched a handful briefly, eliciting a hum from your throat which he groaned in response to as your head began to bob up and down.
There weren’t any scales down there, they didn’t seem to extend any closer than a few inches away. Not at that moment, at least – skin, all the way from tip down to the base, although you pulled it out of your mouth and made sure anyway, exploring with your tongue and eyes as Betras groaned roughly. Skin all the way to the base, an impressively long distance, and skin rather than scales dangling below it as well, your tongue confirmed – very humanoid in that aspect of anatomy although you weren’t sure whether it would change when he shifted, the way his eyes and tongue and fingernails seemed to.
You didn’t really feel like interrupting the moment to ask, though.
One of his hands wrapped around one of your horns as your tongue trailed its way up toward the tip of his dick and you grinned, expecting him to push your head down onto it, but your horn led you the opposite way – Betras pulled you up, pulled your head toward his and twisted it to the side to lick a line up your neck and catch your earlobe between his teeth.
You yelped at the new and unique sensation of his teeth, one hand clutching at his chest while the other moved to replace your mouth’s previous dwelling-place, stroking lightly.
“Too much?” He whispered into the ear he’d bitten at, his tongue tracing a line around the upper rim of it and making you groan, making your back arch as if to pull you away, but you didn’t let it and held your head where it was.
“No.” Your reply was prompt, and solid, and you gasped as he nibbled on your earlobe again, the sound twisting to a sharp giggle as you shivered your shoulders. “Just new, different – good, though, I like it, please don’t stop.”
He didn’t, not for ten or twenty seconds, his hands rising to hold and squeeze at your chest as his teeth and tongue worked at your ear, forcing a bevy of soft moans and sharp gasps from your mouth. Your hand carried on its gentle stroking unminded, all of your attention focused in the moment on the new sensations and his attentive mouth.
“Mm, you have very tasty ears,” he murmured softly, “but I would like to taste something else of yours.”
Your breath flew out in a huff, shivers running up your arms and down your spine as your hand squeezed lightly tighter around him. “An’ you got a tasty dick,” you replied huskily, “but I wanna do somethin’ else with it than taste. You c’n go first though.”
Betras chuckled into your neck, raising new goosebumps before he opened his mouth to scrape small pointy teeth across the sensitive skin of your neck, drawing a stuttering groan from your lips. “What a lady, yes, letting me go first, so generous.”
“Mm-hmm,” you nodded, letting go of him as the two of you moved – his hands encouraging you to lay back along the couch, your shoulders and head propped up on the arm of it. He kept his mouth at your ear and your neck for another few moments, making you wriggle back against the couch, before he began to kiss and lick his way downward across your body.
As he did, his own body began to change.
You were glad he’d showed you before, because it could have been quite shocking to simply see it begin to happen – to see the scales growing and proliferating and thickening across him, to feel his fingernails dragging lightly down your side sharpen into claws that weren’t any sharper than his teeth, not sharp enough to cut without him certainly intending it and applying quite a lot of force, but it was still quite different and could have been very unsettling.
Being expected, it was only exciting instead.
His tongue lengthened, as well, stretching out of his mouth by a far greater amount than any other you’d experienced before, the length of a hand from base of palm to tip of fingers, or more. It brought new and exciting sensations as it lapped across the the valley of cleavage between your breasts, working up to flick at one of your nipples and bring a soft yelp from your nose as Betras’ hands undid the waistband of your skirt and you helped him shuffle it off and to the floor.
You buried your hands in his hair as his mouth met its destination between your thighs, groaning loudly as his surprisingly smooth tongue swept over highly sensitive skin there. You weren’t sure why you expected a reptilian tongue to be rough, but you had – but it wasn’t, not at all, it was smooth and soft as it slid along your slit.
Technically, you were in the talking room, but you didn’t care; partly because it had already been used for this purpose, and partly because nobody else was in there, or at least nobody else had been when you’d entered, but mostly because you just didn’t care. You didn’t want to interrupt things to go to some other place, you didn’t want to interrupt them for anything.
So you didn’t.
“Betras,” you groaned his name as he wrapped his arms around your thighs, one of your hands clutching at a breast as the other curled fingers in his hair as his tongue lapped and flicked between your legs.
Then the tip of his tongue started to press inward, and your groan became a long gasp. You’d had tongues against and, to some extent, in you before – a decently-sized selection of them, but all vaguely similar. Different in technique and who they were attached to, far more than they were different in any substantial fashion of size or shape.
This one was.
As it slid into you, you gasped; when your lungs were full and couldn’t gasp any more, but his tongue continued to fill you deeper and deeper, the gasp turned around and became a high keening whine, and when his lips met yours – if lips of a different sort – and you felt as filled as you had been from any other appendage, a soft “fuck” flew from your lips.
Betras muffled a moan against you, his arms wrapping tighter around your thighs – pulling your hips in tighter to his shoulders, pressing his face tighter against you, and burying his tongue another fraction of an inch deeper, and the word repeated itself but sharper, a harsh and hungry spit of a word; “Fuck!”
Your fingers tightened in his hair and every inhale was a gasp, every exhale a groan or a swear or both, as you felt his tongue wriggling and writhing deep within you; curling and coiling up and down, back and forth, in and out, while his lips stayed pressed firm against you.
Perhaps you didn’t have the precise sensation or knowledge of anatomy to be able to say exactly what his tongue was doing or how, but you knew exactly how it made you feel. You knew what it was accomplishing, as it made your legs wrap around behind his back and clench your thighs on either side of his head, as it made your back arch and press your shoulderblades back against the arm of the couch, as it sharpened your words and your tone and made your fingers clutching at his hair or your breast clench tighter.
He’d mentioned liking words. Words weren’t your strong suit, when they had to be fancy. When they had to be precise. When it came to contracts or tricks, wordplay and diplomacy and rules, words weren’t your strength, but you knew these types of words quite well. They didn’t come out of the mind, anyway, they came out of the heart or from a space a foot or two below that.
“Fuck,” you sighed the word heatedly as one of Betras’ arms snaked up your side to clutch clawed fingers at your free breast, his vertically-slitted pupils staring up at you across your belly, and you held their gaze sharply. “Yeah! That feels so good, Betra-aas!”
His eyes widened slightly, his hand clutching tighter, his head nodding between your legs and shifting sensations as it did; approval, appreciation – he liked what you were saying, that you were saying anything at all, and very much wanted you to continue, so you did.
“That tongue’s gotta be a gift from the goddesses and gods,” you groaned, your legs clenching tighter for a moment as his tongue curled within you and then stretched in deeper to probe somewhere sensitive and send a shout flying from your mouth. “Yes! Yeah, that’s- good spot!”
He moaned muffled words into your flesh as you kept up your commentary, as long as you were able – which wasn’t much longer. Before long, your words began to simplify; sentences shortening and sharpening as the heat built within you, fanned on by his tongue and his eyes. Goosebumps flowed over your skin as you shuddered, groaning swear words and praise, and as you tipped over the edge into ecstasy your hips rose from the couch entirely as you shouted out his name; “fuck, yes, so good, shit shit fuck yes, goddess yes fuck deeper gods your tongue fuck, Betras! Yes!”
You gave your body a moment – a brief moment to lay there and shiver as he held mostly still, his tongue slowly swirling inside you like a lovers finger might gently do in the immediate aftermath; caring, tender, considerate, and you grabbed at his shoulders and pulled him up toward your head.
By the time he got there, his tongue was retracting to a normal side, his scales subsiding, but you kissed him deeply anyway, plunging your tongue into his mouth and moaning loudly at the lingering tastes of yourself and the lingering peculiarity of his inhuman mouth.
Then, with a fistful of his long hair still held tightly, you pulled away from his mouth and caught his ear between your teeth; the sound he made was rough and wanton, somewhere between a yelp and a shout as you chewed as his earlobe and flicked at it with your tongue.
“One day,” you murmured warmly into his ear, letting your tongue flick out in pauses between your words to trace at its little curves, “I want you to do that while you got your dick in my mouth.” You felt him shiver at the words, laid overtop of you, skin and scales pressed to yours – or to your skin at least – and you giggled softly, licking at his ear again.
“I want you to fill me up with your tongue and shove your dick in my mouth at the same time,” you whispered, your hips wriggling back against the couch a little; you liked the dirty talking well enough – it was fine, but you almost preferred it outside of sex, but what you really loved was your partner or partners having fun, and you could tell from his motions and his noises that he enjoyed it very much.
“Mm, yes please,” he huffed breathlessly, “yes, to taste you and feel your marvelous lips wrapped around me at the same time, mm- to feel your moans sink in my flesh, yes-”
You took over from him as he gasped a breath, “-feel my hips buckin’ against your face while you shoot your load in my mouth,” you shivered, taking the top of his ear into your mouth and holding it with your lips, licking at the rim of it and making him bury a rough groan in the crook of your neck before he bit at it lightly and made you stifle a yelp so as not to hurt his nearby ear.
“A very good plan, yes,” he mumbled, his fingers grasping at your side.
You nodded, flicking the tip of your tongue against his ear again. “Yeah – but some other time, if that’s okay? Right now I really want you in me. Deep, please. I want you to fuck me and kiss me and murmur in my ear when you’re comin’ – if that’s alright with you?”
His body shuddered against yours, his teeth scraping gently at your sensitive neck and drawing a soft whine from your lips. “That sounds-” he paused for a second as if searching for a word, and then abandoned his search with a huff, licking at your neck and shifting his hips closer toward you. “Yes, mm, please.”
Your hand stroked down his chest, following a loose line down the middle of it until it wrapped around his firm shaft, guiding it to where his tongue had so recently been, and you slowly but firmly sighed out a breath as he sank smoothly into you.
You couldn’t say with confidence whether his tongue or his dick was longer, and certainly not which one felt better inside you. His tongue was certainly the longest you’d ever known, and his dick was definitely a contender for a very similar title, as well. They both made your legs shiver, they both made your toes and your fingers curl tight, they both made your throat erupt with moans and his name. The former was more dextrous, capable of shifting and probing and prodding all of the sensitive places to make you squeal; the latter was thicker and firmer, and was part and parcel with hips that pressed against yours and then started to rock back and forth making you groan and clutch at his back.
When he didn’t seem to react, you remembered his mention of scales, and dug your nails in harder – then harder still, and he finally seemed to note it, his face twisting and an appreciative sound flying from his throat as his hips pressed firmly against yours, and there was a decidedly primal aspect to it which something in you appreciated. It felt very unfettered, to be digging your nails into his back hard enough that you would be worrying about making most of your partners bleeding.
There were scales on his collarbone, too, and you bit at them hard as he rolled his hips backward, causing him to shout out a swear and plunge deep and hard back into you, which in turn led you to let your mouth fly free from his scaled collarbone in order to do very much the same.
“Harder,” you met his eyes, your fingers straining at the scales of his back hard enough that they nearly hurt but he gave no indication of wanting your gestures to soften. “Harder an-” you repositioned slightly, flipping your hair off to one side and clearing your neck and more importantly ear on one side.
“I ain’t the best with words but I’m real good at listenin’,” you half-whispered and half-whimpered as he slowly thrust into you, “If you wanna tell me what I feel like. What else you wanna do to me. What you want me to do to you, what you want both of us to do to someone else-” you shivered, your shoulders wriggling back against the arm of the couch as you held his eyes, “anythin’. An’ I’ll chime in where I can.”
For a few brief seconds, he didn’t move or react, staring into your eyes in lust and satisfaction. When he moved, it was with sudden eagerness; his hips thrust forward hard against yours and pressed your butt back into the couch as his mouth flew to your ear, heavy panting and soft hot words filling it, his breath tickling at your neck.
“My tongue may be a gift from the gods, mm, but I think you may be hand-made by the Goddess herself,” he muttered heatedly, his hips slapping against yours and drawing a soft cry from your lips. “From your beautiful eyes, mm, to your gorgeous lips,” he stroked at your lips with a thumb and you sucked it into your mouth, muffling noises around it as he continued, “to your lovely heart, mm, your enticing body- hhmm, your strong legs and the hot tight hole between them, all a gift from Her, yes.”
“Pound it,” you hissed, clutching as hard at his back as you dared for fear of your own nails bending back, “pound her gift hard and pull its hair- my hair, whatever!”
His hips snapped forward against yours, the couch shaking underneath you as he thrust hard into you, and again, and again; your mouth went to his collarbone and set teeth to scales, dragging out a slow low scream and muffling it into his scales. Your legs wrapped tight around his hips and pulled him harder and deeper into you with every thrust, and your eyes screwed shut tight as he kept murmuring softly into your ear.
“Yes, mm, wrap your legs around me Iolanda,” he hissed, licking at your ear as you tried to scream his name but couldn’t convince your jaw to unlock from around his collarbone, “mm, such a good slut, yes, such a good gift.”
His hand tightened in your hair, pulling your head over as he drove your shoulders back into the couch repeatedly with short sharp thrusts, balls slapping against your ass with each one like an exclamation point. Your mouth, pulled free of his collarbone, let out a loud loose noise as your fingernails spasmed against his back. “Yeah- yeah fuck, yes, please-”
“Mm, Goddess I love this and we must do it more, yes,” he growled into your ear, tugging your hair more sharply as he did, hips slamming against yours. “I- mm- Iolanda, yes- I am close, I-” his words stuttered as his hips did the same and then drove forward against yours with particular force, holding there as he groaned into your ear, “I- mm, I am coming, ff-ha, take every drop in your tight wet gift, yes!”
You wanted to say words, but there wasn’t any breath left in your lungs to fuel them; it had been knocked out entirely and your vision sparkled, bright and hazy as your hips twitched against his and his twitched against yours, the two of you sharing in ecstasy for a moment that was both brief and seemingly eternal.
After your muscles stopped tensing – including those used for breathing – you were able to gasp in a deep breath of air, keeping your legs wrapped tight around his hips. “Fuck!” You shouted out the swear loud, pulling his body in to lay more heavily on top of you. “Don’t pull out yet. Please. Stay in me a while. Kiss my ear. Can I say I love you?”
“Yes,” Betras murmured along with a soft chuckle, kissing at your ear, his hands rubbing at your back.
“I love you,” you hissed, running your hands up and down his back, shivering and shuddering as he kissed and licked at your ear, your neck, every motion sending sensations shooting through you like ripples through a pond.
“I love you as well,” he murmured into your neck, and your back arched as a rough groan ripped out of your throat. He chuckled, nipping at your earlobe. “Mm, I think next time I should say this during, yes?”
“Yes!” You groaned sharply in reply, before sighing and wrapping your arms tight around him. “Mmm, thank you. That was wonderful.”
He chuckled, nodding, not making any motions to pull free of you. His tongue tickled a trail around the rim of your ear and made you giggle and groan at the same time. “It was, yes. Mm, thank you very much, very good. I did not expect…” he withdrew slightly, just enough to grin at you, “but I had hoped.”
You giggled softly, taking a moment to trace a hand down the front of his chest over the skin and scales you could see; sweat acted differently on them, seeming not to actually dampen the scales at all but to almost hover overtop of them in tight little beads that looked like tiny glass baubles glistening.
“Goddess you’re gorgeous,” you sighed, tugging him in by the shoulders until his body was pressed to yours again. “Inside an’ out.”
His teeth and tongue continued to tickle at your ear for another few soft moments as both of you simply enjoyed the presence of the other; breathing slowly coming back down to normal as your hands and lips gently explored each other’s less than familiar but no longer alien skin, and you could feel him gradually softening within you – your hips began to complain with the strain of being spread and wrapped around him, as they often did after distractions had faded, and with a sigh you gently encouraged him up and away.
“That was real good,” you nodded, leaning off of the couch to grab up your skirt and reach into one of the pockets, pulling out the cloth in there that Geraldo had given you. With a simple wipe, you were clean – and so was the couch, and so was Betras as well, all sweat and everything else removed.
Thankfully, the gently fading tingling sensation of heat wasn’t removed by the cloth’s magic.
“We gotta do that more, some other time, huh?” You raised an eyebrow. “If, um… if you’d be interested? I think we’re prob’ly gon’ be runnin’ into each other from time to time.”
With a chuckle, Betras gave you a kiss on the lips. “Mm, yes, this is so often the way of things – but I agree. Even tonight, mm, if time permits? But I would not want to keep you from your party.”
“Nor keep you from it,” you giggled, tapping him on the tip of the nose and picking up your bra from the floor. You sighed. “Yeah, that’s real broke. S’alright, Armmina can fix it! She can do that now,” you nodded your head firmly.
Chuckling, Betras nodded, though he surely didn’t know what you were talking about – he pulled his shirt back on, and then pulled you in close for a deep kiss, sighing through his nose.
“You love all of your friends so much,” he nodded, his cheek brushing against yours, lips near your ear, “mm, and all of the world, yes. Never listen to those who would think you are nothing more than your horns or tail – that you are only what could be some illusion, mm, or a prop like your wings on the stage.”
You sank into his embrace as he spoke, nodding into his shoulder and wrapping your arms around him in turn.
“You are a good person, Iolanda, yes,” he sighed, “and I am glad and proud to have known you.”
“I think that all goes for you too,” you giggled softly, “but I think you know more words’n me to say it!” Withdrawing, you stared into his eyes with a sigh and a smile, and then a nod. “I think anyone’s lucky to know you.”
He grinned again, that wide and unafraid grin which was still new to you, only as old as the night – his little teeth showing clearly as he did, and it made you grin as well, made your heart swell to think he felt comfortable, that he trusted you, that he knew you and knew that you knew him in turn.
As Betras handed you your own skirt and you shimmied to get it on, you couldn’t wipe the smile off of your face – and as you tugged your panties up into place underneath the skirt and took your broken bra in hand, your dirty shirt having disappeared at some point when you’d taken your eyes off it, you didn’t even bother trying.
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