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[ perhaps he was either used to the stares by now, or so focused on what he did that he doesn’t particularly give them his attention, by any means. if there were people he’d been familiar with (alissa moore, for example, and her puca bonded who’s name escapes me), his tongue would flick and find them, he offers a nod that looks more like a dip in his entire neck, a quick glance given to them at most before continuing on his way.

staring upwards, at the chimera settled between his horns like she’d found a large, comfy chair to watch their surroundings from. there’s one particular set of doors that swing of pressed into— all eren needs to do is push his snout through to make way for the bathing halls. every kind of monster bath you can think of, and usually made for two in each room. ]

You could give it a try after water. [ or maybe before, and, considering her feathers, ] You might not want anything else.

[ of course she could still wash up, but eren could dream. ]

[The Chimera's ears twitched back when a Puca was one person who confronted them (she had one bad time with them and now they were everywhere, why this). Or, well, greeted. Kaede said nothing until they were away, with the bathhouse walls between them and further interference or prying eyes.

She hadn't forgotten the other thing Eren had asked. There was a bit of a rumble edging her voice as she relaxed as she reclined on the crown of horns.]

I don't know about that. Could be messy.

[She tapped her claws against one of the crystalline structures, like audible punctuation.]

Dust first, then shower.

[ that wasn’t a no, which was the most important answer to take note of. eren dips his head into a bow once his talons click on soap stones made to soak up moisture from dripping bodies. there’s a dust box in the room, as there was an open bath already filled with water and warm to the touch.

it’s steamy here, but a pleasant kind that manages to warm the lungs and keep the inclosure stuffy-free. the slant is a gesture for her to slide off, when ready. ]

I’ll take that. [ and, setting his things away, dropping them close to the rack of towels, soaps and oils: ] I’m going to need some room.

[ to, you know. peel himself like an orange. ]

Edited (dreamwidth why?!) 2020-03-01 01:52 (UTC)

[She's just thinking of how to get the least amount of unpleasant gritty things near sensitive areas! Dust liked to stick to wet things.

This was nice, though. The heat and sweat from the adrenaline had long since dried, leaving her surprisingly cold again. Kaede's feathers relaxed halfway into a contented puff, and she slid off of the Dragon's head without complaint. It was difficult not to climb in the bath immediately, but--she should wash herself first. There was a guest and Kaede wasn't a complete gremlin. Most of the time.

The Chimera scooted closer to the wall where he had put his things, fiddling with the vest's fastenings. The flames seemed to have gotten them a bit stuck, and prying them open took a bit of effort. But not so much that she had to look away from this process.]

That enough?

[ kaede will regret having manners in less than two minutes. with a slow bob of his head, eren steps backwards only until where his tail had to curve into the wall behind him. lifting himself up to his hind legs made him even more massive than he was, easily reaching the ceiling and needing his neck to snake lower to fit. all he needed was . . . the intent, and when such things came to mind, the muscle that made him whole began to feel like it slacked. he felt too large for himself, and it felt too hot in this husk.

that was where he knew he could begin; eren’s talons dig into his belly, and subsequently do his jaws. hide shreds and flesh follows in chunks, strips and more. some larger than others, splattering and being thrown onto the floor only to immediately steam as his titan body would have. pieces after piece, muscle after muscle gets forcibly removed from his skeleton, where the dragon occasionally grunts and whines where nerves still connected. a smaller frame appears beneath it all eventually, from boney masks and meaty structures until what remains is his usual height, size and shape— only profusely wet, from his own fluids, of some blood and fae too much heat.

the rest would evaporate, only leaving behind large, heat resistant plates that were adult cousins to the scales that dawn him now. a little weak in the legs, but, ]

Th, [ a breath ] There.

[ and he throws himself, more like a rag doll, into one of the baths. all gross. he should’ve washed himself off too. ]

[Jesus Christ, Eren.]

[Kaede had finally picked free the stuck fastening, and was halfway to opening the second vest button before her focus completely derailed. It was...fascinating, and disgusting, and she started more than a few times at the whimpers of pain she heard. At first she thought he was eating himself, like a snake going after its own tail.

Now she felt bad asking him to do all that twice.

Before she could get close enough to see if Eren needed help, the last bit of flesh and scale came away, and Eren hurtled himself right over the side into the dust bin.

After the first plume of sand settled, Kaede leaned over the side of the sand tub with a concerned noise.]

...are you okay?

[ there will be dust sticking to wet places they shouldn’t. oh, he’s caked. absolutely caked and a little slimy (plenty slimy), with a cloud of dust bursting up and simmering down in little particles. whatever floats down, sticks. ]

Just wet. [ at least the dust soaks it up like a sponge, but it’s still honestly . . . an ugly mess to clean up after. steam begins to build from the evaporating flesh until all seems like thick, hot mist, the room’s filter perhaps too small to rid them of everything at once. and since laying on his back is almost like doing bridges, he’s going to flip himself over, like a burger. booty up, face flat, and muffled against a pressed cheek he adds: ] Too many layers.

[ a wet cough barrels here; was he talking about himself or how long it took kaede to undress? ]

[She's gonna dump a bucket of water on him later. Don't be gross, Eren.

Seeing the muscles of his back was...distracting. But Eren spoke up before she got too sidetracked.

Kaede huffed.]

I'm getting there.

[She took the "clothes were the problem" approach. Buttons undone! Skirt off! She barely felt the change in temperature as she folded them away.

Finally, the Chimera steps into the sand. It was much...smoother than she thought, powder soft. She still wasn't a fan of getting it near anywhere sensitive, but it felt like passing her fingers through silk. The Chimera laid her tail on the surface next, swished it about--the sand had no problems sinking into the feathers. Water took a few more seconds than that.

Encouraged, perhaps too much, Kaede gets...a little carried away, ruffling all her feathers in the sand at once and getting it everywhere.

She only remembered Eren was there when she turned to look over her shoulder--and froze, mortified there was a witness.]

...don't laugh.

Edited 2020-03-12 18:13 (UTC)

[ he’s watching from the corner of his eye, lucid membranes sliding across it to keep up with her stripping. something to detract him from choosing to move and laying there, instead, slow, fuller blinks coming to follow her decent to the satin bed beneath them. if anything had changed in eren’s observations, it’s staring harder, with wide eyes. eyes, now. he’s turned his head further, and rought his arm to secure it in place enough like a cushion. yes, he saw everything, and there are no regrets. once it was stated: it is illegal to be that cute. ]

I wouldn’t. [ why would he laugh! why would he laugh when his body trembles, his muscles flex and contract rapidly until he’s sinking. there is only a head left, with horns, and a spinous tail weaving in and out of the sandy spa. ] Would you?

[ YOU WERE SAYING ]

[The Chimera still huffed, sulking close to the surface of the sand with her feathers all bristled out like she could stop him from seeing anything that way. Being naked around him wasn't the problem, it was, just. Ugh. He saw her being embarrassing. This was terrible.]

I would--n't...? [her voice drags out the word] How did you do that?

[...he just. Vanished?? Wings and back and all, though his head and tail were still plainly visible. Against her better judgement, the Chimera rose to crouch on four feet, and put a hand over the sand Eren had buried himself in. It felt warm, but not as warm as the Dragon's skin. How far down did he go?? Her own paws, still feathered for walking over the winter's snow, didn't sink very far unless she started wiggling her toes. Her other hand sank up to the wrist, but the powder compacted down after that.

While Kaede was touching where Eren had been a few seconds ago, even her bristled up feathers didn't hide the third tattoo of hers; a length of chain, pointedly snapped and broken inscribed onto her side. There was enchantment there, but it was dormant right now.]

[ she asks the difficult questions. how did he do that? his body just— wiggled. wiggled fast. like it knew what to do to cover himself and he simply allowed himself to go on autopilot for .5 seconds. ]

—I don’t know. [ mysterious— although he wasn’t so unused to feelings and knowledge being passed down from person to person. he wonders if dragons, monsters, they’re all the same way or if the simple answer is just instinct.

the sand slopes where his shoulders should be as she tried herself, grains beginning to cascade of his scales as he rose, not above trying it again— though the ink on her frame catches his eye, and his talon whisks just above the skin there. ]

What’s this one?

[There was still bare skin where his claw stroked, and that over Kaede's ribcage was sensitive and ticklish. She shivered a little, her answer briefly delayed and distracted.]

It has a chain breaking enchantment in it. So those spells old Dorchacht used won't work.

[Mostly. She hasn't stress tested that yet. But it was a fairly hefty enchantment, to counter her Chimeraic weaknesses.]

[ now, that’s interesting. interesting and smart. eren gives it one more look of approval before resting on his elbow, turning to her,

I hope it works. [ not wanting to be pessimistic unless it was already tested , but unless it was, he’d have a step behind on trusting fully in magic. ] Chains don’t suit anyone, much less you.

[ in fact, with that one dream in mind— he never wants to see it again, and settles sideways against the sand with a lower lean to kaede, all sticking to his scales but easily brushed off when his tail slithers over his legs and drapes off. ]

Hm. [Kaede hummed, an amused noise with a deeper rumble underneath.] Do you say that to everyone?

[She was making light of it--but she never wanted to experience that wretchedness again.

But, there were more pleasant things to think about. Like someone she'd invited into her space being so close to her. The Chimera's tail brushed over Eren's, in line with the spines so none of her feathers snagged.]

[ this felt like a trick question you see people ask their casual lovers, one causes eren’s lips to split into just a small crack. just enough. ]

I’m not so kind.

[ said just as lightly, but with grim depth to his meaning, one that could be left out, today, when his smile fades and even with the momentary drift of thoughts, to what would happen to those who deny him his own freedom (sure death), eren’s attention returns in a blink of his eye’s membranes when tail sifts to tail.

he had stopped for a moment, seeming to drift across the sand to close up the little space they had to simply lay close to her, his back up and his body basking and rippling in the velveteen sand. his talons card for her feathers, giving them effortless, lazy seeming ruffles. just dusting her up, giving her the equivalent of a rub down with a bar of soap, all while his tail does some experimenting. it does not wrap for anything, but slithers instead for her to whisk and tickle between his thorns.

it makes him catch his breath, hold it, and attempt to continue as normal. ]

[The Chimera's rumbles grew louder, the vibrations echoing through the compacted sand beneath her as much as the space between them. The very small space. Kaede only had to extend a clawed hand just a little to brush her fingers along his collarbone--and she did, tracing the smooth side of it over the seam.]

I must be special, then.

[She closed her eyes against the fall of sand, though her ear still twitched after the sounds. The powder-soft sand felt like a gentle caress on bare skin and fur and feather alike, and Kaede arched her back appreciatively under Eren's touch. This wasn't so uncomfortable after all.

She also heard that little hitch in his breathing, and one of her eyes lazily peeked open. What made that happen, she wondered. The Chimera's tailtip flicked and curled again, still weaving between Eren's spines. Some of the larger feathers caught on one occasionally, but the sharp points only passed harmlessly through the vanes like a coarse comb.]

[ mm, he hums, but a hum that cracks. there’s prickly protection surrounding it for a reason, it seems, and not just to look baneful. the sides to his tail are thickly plated, and along with the thorns were strong weapons when used together. the thin line on the top that created a track along any dorsal scales were perceptive of touch if anyone had the patience and guts to try it. kaede has both, and means to sidestep any natural blockades when feathers cleanse the spots that may even seem soft. acute to the right sort of handling, the muscle slowly ripples along his tail and slinks into a slow delving coil— not without additional reactions.

he relaxes rather than tenses, his shoulders roll as he goes from simple carding to an almost sensual massage underneath her fur and down. perhaps to the scalp now, behind her ears, talons careful but fingerpads far from really holding back on pressure. his breathing had changed, the way he sighs is different, and the way his scales begin to fix to bright hues was a hint. this was a little more than touching. she’s the first, and he’ll allow the exploration with guiding words. ]

Try— lower.

[ like that, was already. wow, but where did it feel better? he never touched his own tail this way to find out. ]

[Lower on Eren's chest, or lower on his tail? Well. She could do both. First, though, Kaede leaned her head against his hand, turning it just slightly this way and then that. The base of her antlers wasn't too sensitive, but around her ears certainly was. And everywhere there was soft downy feather, and...the motions of the Chimera's hands dissolved into so many pleased trembles. The rumbling noises were definitely purrs now, and her tail started to twitch but was weighed down by something heavy twined around—

—ah, that was right. She was returning the favor. Her hand flattened against Eren's chest to steady herself before continuing down, a thumb brushing his nipple. At the same time, her tail returned to its ministrations; the feathers felt little more than pressure, but underneath all those was a core of something prehensile. And she felt something that wasn't quite so hard and prickly with it. She caressed that spot too, a bit more clumsily than her hand on his chest—she needed practice.]

[ it was a task turned difficult when it came to specifics just when you get aroused. no more thinking the same straight way as one used to. he won either way he looked at it. her claws brought an edge welcomed to his chest, the way it expanded, held, and deflated when thumbs tease his nipples. it gets better than if she had done it alone, for his tail reacts. rather, his body does. it takes a few adjustments, not feeling quite right but at the same time so close, then the feathers brush and he stills. they brush again and his tail slants.

it didn’t matter if she was a little unwieldy, if he could help it. and he did, keeping sideways until his back nearly, and just barely touches the said. if one hand played her ear the way she seemed to enjoy, the other would travel, at her breast and middle of her navel to the side of her ribs. ]

Where do you want me?

[ where did she want him to touch her, too? the dragon purrs as well, not as cat-like but certainly sounding with the way his growls remain low behind closed lips, drumming and continuous with only brief pauses to breathe. ]

[Hmm. So many choices. Kaede shivered when Eren's palm and fingers traced over her body, leaving tingling prickles in its wake before resting on her side again. She hummed as her hand hooked against his hip, pulling them so close they touched properly and she could feel the Dragon's rumbles like the thundering of drums. A slip of his hand, and he could stroke her spine too.]

From the front.

[A bit direct, but it seemed like the best way to avoid stirring up any sand.]

And keep touching my back.

[ front, but sideways— had been a good choice for both desires, one that makes eren huff from the bluntness that was akin to his own candid wording sometimes. the armwing that bends under her and arises from the sand to the other side of her sprawls across her back, thorny spines, extra digits and all once talons provoke her nape and surmount her in height, even sideways as his (mostly) free hand palms one of her breasts in full. his tail tempts to motion from the drift of her feathers, but only to intensify it. he can focus on her lips, but not kiss them. just rub and whisk his own, tongue included, from the corner of her mouth down to her jaw’s contour. ]

I noticed. [ that she did far more than relish her back being explored time and time again. between her shoulder blades, his fingers worked until they curl into muscle and frame, squeeze, and repeat. the other breast would get the same sort of attention, not settling quite on a single grope, but a constant squeeze and release. some would call it massage, eren would just call it focused touching. ]

[Kaede's ears twitched at the huff, and the Chimera's purring rumbles briefly gave way to something that almost sounded like a chuckle. She flicked a thumb against his chest, tracing the smooth side of a claw against scales and skin.]

You did ask.

[The Chimera arched her back under his arm, the touches of his wings like the softest suede and the harder edges of his claws. His other hand remained at her chest, tracing prickling lines against sensitive skin--she inhaled sharply when he squeezed her breast, the calloused claws gentle. Kaede felt the warmth of his breath brush her cheek, raising her chin up to meet the kiss that didn't fully arrive. The surprise didn't linger more than a moment under the touches to her jawline, and she turned her head just slightly, to give him easier access to sensitive spots on the side of her neck.

The Chimera's tail twined more tightly around his now, the action more reflexive than deliberately cautious. Whenever he kneaded at her chest, her tail squeezed in response.]

I wanted to, [ oh, a hitch, right there as her tail squeezed his— ] hear it from you.

[ and made his inhaled and exhales all the more jittery. even the muscle that held him up began to tremor with meager but grand vibrancy, not because he couldn’t hold himself up but rather every muscle, including the heart, was excitable towards reaching a high just across the sensitivity of his tail scales. as his kisses became wet enough to suck on her collar, slow moving but tortuous with each thick circle his tongue made— way he’d kiss and explore her mouth, she’d find.

The line of her vertebrae is traced while the more working hand to kaede’s front travels down, thumb caressing the curve of her breast a last time before traveling down her navel. not ghosting in touch, but applying a bountiful amount of pressure. it was tempting to squeeze more but such would hurt her and her body in a way that was undesirable for the moment. his fingers knead the lovely curve of her side, her thigh, and just inches into the inside of it. ]

[Kaede's world had shrunk down to this little patch of sand, all other details about the room extraneous for now. The bath could wait. Everything else could wait. Hearing Eren's breath, his quickening heartbeat, feeling the warmth of his body and the caress of his hands--those were the details she wanted.

The little twitches of her fingertips and claws continued as she coasted the line between the shivering pleasure under the press of his tongue and the edge of the sharp tips of Eren's talons. Her breaths came faster, her rumbling purrs more ragged and unfocused with so many distractions. Kaede's leg shifted, coaxed up by the lines his fingers traced on her thigh--and she inhaled sharply when they brushed against the soft skin inside. Her tail squeezed tightly in unison, the hand curled around his hip jerking forwards insistently. More touches. More distractions.]

[ eren makes a sound different from the rest, abrupt and built and nearly lost in focus to continue to where he was journeying— between her legs, that was right, and dipping down a touch more was sluggish and quite messy when the stacking wave had felt inches away from a tumble. it made his head roll and his eyes seem foggy, his cheeks light up with red and how his body moves is close to a current. fuck, his tail, fuck, right there, again— the methodical whisper of jumbled words came falling from his lips when his hand found her folds, every scale embedded in him wanting to stand with the amount of sensitivity that came with squeezing him, and rubbing him, and squeezing him—

his cock twitched there, where it was exposed and dribbled precum to the point that he couldn’t help to diverge, pulling kaede’s body to his to give it friction, enough to tumble into a climax that savored every damn inch of sensation her body could provide. up and down and up and god, it was there. he was coming like he hadn’t before, starting somewhere inside, from his tail to . . , his gut? fuck if he knew.

it just lasted much longer than the usual. ]

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