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[ 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. ]

[Whatever she did that time had an outsized effect, a hazy part of Kaede's mind noticed. He eagerly answered her touches with a rough grasp of his own, more than pulling them together. They didn't connect, not fully, but with Eren's hand at her folds and the slippery friction of his cock, his whole body bucking and thrashing in time with hers that detail became extraneous. Kaede finally began to make noises that weren't quiet purrs, panting that was still growled into his ear as she rode and ground her hips against the pressure of his hand.

Sudden warmth splashed on her belly, a sticky heat not left by his tongue. The shuddering movements hit just enough of a lull that Kaede dipped her head to see if something was wrong, bumping her forehead against his cheek.]

...done already? [Her voice was a panting rasp; she wasn't done yet, get back here??]

[ “already”.

he came, but— he hadn’t–? when the world stopped spinning and fingers assimilated that he was still holding (or touching) something beyond what felt like a cloud he’d been fully wedged into he blinks, blinks again and heaves, feeling the wetness (not his biggest load but something) down her navel and closer to his palm. he dabs at it, with his thumb-pad. it was hot, clear and smelled sweet— only pre-com, even though more than what had always been usual but he was jittery. shaking. still on an edge that made touching virtually a blow away from another tip off. ]

I— [ his scales are profusely red, almost pinkish hue. was this a performance issue? it didn’t feel like a performance issue and he wasn’t nervous enough to finish now, but kaede’s question makes him doubt himself for .5 seconds. ] I don’t . . . Think so, just, [ he swallows thickly and— tries to stroke himself, with the slight mess of fluids from their arousal and that that needs to wait. he’ll go harder. ] Just don’t— touch me yet.

[ in fear of actually going for good, but hey . . . experiments on the tail are open to tries. he never said where, even if he meant his dick. ]

[The Chimera huffed at him, at first in exasperated amusement. She didn't want him to be finished either and leave her hanging on the edge.

So she waited, and didn't touch him. And waited. And every second she cooled down felt impossibly long and the Chimera started to fidget with the effort of staying still and--waiting became torturous.

With a disgruntled, husky growling noise Kaede turned her head from where it had come down near his shoulder, delivering a sharp nip to the side of Eren's neck where bare skin was exposed between scales. At the same time she squeezed his tail with hers, more agitated this time. She could apologize later when she wasn't frustrated and antsy.]

[ okay— good. he could focus on her, now. just her, smooth down the edge his body was in and return to his motioning. eren adjust his torso to kaede’s and allows his fingers a new start, from the belly to her sex. careful, inhale, swallow, so thick it couldn’t go down his throat at once. her legs are spread to avoid the point of his talons, but then she fucking does it. a bite, a sting, a sharp burn at the bridge between his neck and shoulders, along with the squeeze of his tail causes eren to contract. all of him. not again, he says as an immediate response in his head, which soon, very soon, thaws into a enraptured oh, fuck, again—

the same thing happens, the tingle comes and rinses through him a second time, brows pinching and lips hanging. the whole package, the prick had instigated further pleasure into the surge eren’s limbs, his heart, his gut and his groin spiral into: good. good. another droplet of precum smears into her belly and he can’t help now, to get a little lost. go with it without fights, yes? it’s high and it’s bliss and his face rubs profusely at the side of her temple, encouraging the back of her head with one hand and the exposure of her folds with the other. his fingers stroke across her wetness, with rhythmic pressure that matched the waves he felt— he could just gasp, and fervor, and rather than leave her behind, take her with him into this, whatever this was. ]

[There. That bite got a response. Before, just moments before, his gentle touches were more than appreciated. But now the switch was flipped, Kaede wanted more right now. And Eren's touch provided, rubbing and stroking her folds with the same rough vigor as his bucking, stiffening body pressed against hers.

She was going to pull away from his neck, task completed--but his other hand pressed against the back of her head, encouraging her to stay. Kaede still let go enough to pant, rasping breaths brushing against skin and scales. Her breath back, she nipped him again--gentler, this time, her teeth only brushing and nibbling the surface, tracing against scales.

The Chimera wasn't so gentle elsewhere, hooking her leg around Eren's knee and yanking herself forwards, further against the electric circles left by his fingers. Harder. The grip of her tail became more erratic, her feathers lifted and bristled from the pleasure racing under her skin. Maybe she should bite him more often.]

[ it’s often hard to make sure his talons wouldn’t hurt her, swapped for his knuckles if he wanted (she wanted) deeper. he swears when he realizes he can’t go further than a few annoying inches, a spit that directed into a whirring cry as every climbing wave escalated into an even grander height to topple from. frustrating, but only at the moment when he’s prefer less claws and sees the greater solution. the sand is sifting and making sturdy positions a challenge, but hardly a flick when it came to want.

eren spreads the chimera’s legs wider as he slipped over her in a heavy, quickened lunge to slide his arousal across her sex, up and down once his thumb pressed his shaft downwards and guided.

and abruptly, deeply: inside her, allowing gravity to pull down his hips and bury into kaede. his groan is husky, flesh around him divinely hot and her bite, her nails, her legs that wrap and tails that spiral into each other dance with a feverish ride he only now begins. ]

[There were a few times when Kaede arched her back a bit differently, easing away from the talon points whenever they pricked too close to something sensitive. But it was just a discomfort, an annoyance that slowed her down. The brush of his knuckle against her folds was far more agreeable. She'd just started to grind her hips against his anew when she felt Eren's muscles tense, lunging like a freed spring. She rolled with him, digging her claws into his scales for traction and muffling a surprised sound against his neck. She felt sand at her back, a soft but steady caress as it compacted down before she—before both of them—sank very far.

Her tail lay flatter than his did, sinking into the soft sand without issue. It still propped up her hips, but not uncomfortably, and the fan of feathers at its base kept the sand from advancing where it wasn't wanted. The Dragon's weight pressed briefly down on her hips as he readjusted—his fingers replaced by the head of his shaft as stroked less to tease and more to line up with her.

It was easier this time, her entrance not so tense and the way through already wet. The ridges on his cock rubbed through her wondrously, sparking a heated thrill that only built in pitch with each motion. The Chimera cried out sharply—for half a moment, before biting down hard on Eren's shoulder. This time, she did draw blood—just a little, a few drops welling up against her bottom teeth. Kaede's thoughts blurred and tumbled into one another as Eren thrust below and the iron-salt taste spread on her tongue above. It was—different than before, a dizzying rush of sparks that left her limbs feeling trembling and weak for an instant. But she didn't stay that way for long, latching onto his back and tail with Monstrous strength in her limbs and a ragged, demanding note in the pants she rasped into Eren's shoulder.]

[ eren had been acclimated to tearing his hands in his own teeth, receiving bites that pinched the air with his blood only added to the surge of being in her, of pulling out and surging in in rhythmic clips and struggling talons (just a little; sand wasn’t as hard as it seemed to prop up from).

the dragon’s knees dig deep for anchoring to gain a switch of stability. hasty changes were made from dusty surfaces to the curves of her hips, his palms cupping both sides to force her meeting with his. again and again, the ridges of his cock fill her walls and coax the whines, thick and starving, from his throat. eren rolls his shoulders, a shudder present but pain be damned and too small to steal his attention away— he encourages her, the rolls of a purr battering with the clap of hips.

the seering felt good, and the magic property in his blood twines with the chimera’s will; strength is offered, borrowed from eren to do whatever it was that she wanted, seize what she wanted and drown in it. die in it. rebirth from it or get lost in it. the door’s of her mind’s eye were open to be free. for a few lasting moments, dragonfire was hers to handle, to caress and to dine on. it hadn’t stopped eren from fucking her and leaving the swell strikes of red where he ran through.

his tail no longer squeezed and weaves around her’s— it violently flags behind him, tip curved up and rattling like thunder had shattered earth. ]

[Warmth beyond what Kaede felt before flushed along her skin, a prickling heat gathering in her feathers and electrifying her nerves. This was—new, this was wonderful, whatever it was. Without thought, Kaede chased after it, the sensations of the moment flowing and swirling back on each other like echoes. The scratches and welts Eren's claws left behind on her back and sides barely registered as pain, the pleasure of his touches and his pounding thrusts too overwhelming for such details.

The Chimera felt his tail uncurl and pull free; she rumbled in her chest, growled something like "get back here" against the side of his neck. Her own tail lashed up to twine around Eren's, to drag it down to the sand again.

But the sudden spike in energy and heat led her to the end much faster. Kaede's mind caught up to what Eren's blood turned loose—it was hers, this feeling fluttering and exuberant as the wild and untamed wind. The triumph of catching it fed into a rocking climax that brought her right back to her body, shuddering and arching in the sand. She cried out, briefly—muffling herself against Eren's shoulder as she bit down on untouched skin and scales. Her tail's grip lost direction, falling back into the sand. And Kaede's claws held on and dug in tight to his scales, clutching tight to her anchor.]

[ wrestling and playing tail tag had only been one of the fights gained in scuffling with kaede, the exhilarated and challenging breaths that seemed to heave no in return, but impish and goading, nowhere close to truly meaning to steal her fun. he had often enjoyed a chase with her, tangling breathily into a twisting braid when his tail happens to smack hers. he’d buck then and tunnel dive his focus as he felt her body tighten and pour, the sweet scent of her releasing the climax he’d feel in the little details— her color, her breathing, her pulse, her eyes—

when eren spills, he spills hard in her, fills her the same way the draw of a moan and the quivering tail tip fill the room with sound, and the chimera’s mouth, with a gasping sort of kiss to drag the aftertaste of blood across his tongue. eren clenches in every which way, squeezes his thighs and sees stars when his pin-slit eyes open to the dwindling haze. ]

[Through the thrumming haze she heard him goading her on, the teasing note in Eren's voice tempering her growl. Kaede released his shoulder to answer in kind—and he kissed her, mouth and tongue crushing down on hers. The shuddering of his body, the hot wet pulse of him inside, the moans muffled by the kiss—it didn't bring her to a second climax, but prolonged the first until she twitched and scrabbled at the Dragon's back, nerves worn raw.

When the sparks had cleared and her thoughts ran again, Kaede released the kiss, falling back to the sand against the sand to luxuriate in the warmth and trembling aftershocks. A few antler points dug into the powder. She didn't care.]

Messy for a bath. [Kaede hummed, tailtip flicking lazily in the sand.]

[ now had been the lull to come, the mush in his tight muscles wanting to relax and the too-fast heart battering around his chest and inside his ears, pulsing in his head. it took some moments for him to retaliate from the momentary slump against her frame where a kiss became the lazed caress of his tongue along her cheek. the dragon’s tail weighs against the sandy floors and plenty of his needle tips puncture the surface and hide.

pulling himself out, dripping and withholding a gasp behind teeth raises eren onto his wings, hair falling in front of his face and only not obscuring his sights because of a sideways dip. right, that’s what they came here for in the first place. with a snort, eren tosses fingers full of hair over her bedded shoulders. ]

You still smell like smoke.

[ a few minutes in a cat bath won’t wear the spells on him too harshly— for a few minutes, he could stand the water in the warm pool so lonely off the side of the room . . .

lower his shoulder to her chest was not without reason; wings hitch her onto the curve of his collar and partially down his back to carry her, despite the actual mess, to the bath with him. they can clean up after later. ]

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