[nemesis groans out an extended curse, rolling her hips (mostly) gently at the feel of warm, flat tongue over her already sensitive folds. Her hand settles careful in Req’s hair and the backs of her legs press solid against Req’s shoulders, encouraging.
(In the mirror above, it’s just her, flat on her back and spread wide and she gives a full body shiver at that as well, arching back into Req’s heat]
[ That basically counts as ghost sex, right? Better mark that off the bucket list.
Req settles in comfortably against Nem with a pleasant shudder at the light pressure of her legs, pressing her tongue in along the folds in time with the rock of her hips. She only pulls back every so often to press tiny, open-mouth kisses along the sensitive flesh, sucking lightly at the skin and grazing her teeth faintly along it before dipping in to lick again. ]
[Nemesis squirms against her with a fluttery call of her name, only becoming wetter despite Req's valiant efforts to clean her up. One hand stays resting on Req's hair, shaky but enjoying the contact; the other drifts back up to play with her breast. It all feels terribly debauched, and honestly that only adds to the appeal.]
[ if only i hadn't left my sexswap potion at home,,,
Req takes that encouragement and runs with it, though, tilting her head up to circle the tips of her forked tongue around her clit with a pleased hum. She shifts a bit to lean on one arm, and pulls her newly freed hand back, to gently drag the tips of her fingers along the very edges of Nem's entrance.
She pulls back briefly, after a moment, licking her lips. ]
[ gently kisses the junction of her hip and thigh as she presses one finger in with a slow, shallow rocking motion, smoothing the pad of her thumb up along her clit. ]
[She's slick enough that Req doesn't meet much resistance, but unlike last time her muscles take longer to reflexively clench; relax after enough for Requiem to move as she cares to. Her brow ridges, just attempting to get used to this unfamiliar sensation]
[ she presses in slow and careful until she's up to her knuckle and out again, giving her ample time to adjust; bows her head again to press little kisses against the wet flesh where she can, lips warm. ]
[Nemesis breathes into the rhythm; in, held for two strokes, then out, shakily controlled for another two. Continues biting her lip as she watches Req work, shifts her hips so her finger could slide in a little deeper, maybe]
[ Req obliges her, with that, pressing further into the warm, yielding flesh; her fingers might be long but they're at least not particularly thick, and her hand stays mostly still as her thumb continues to rub along that nub. For now, though, she turns her attention to focus more on what her mouth is doing again, and-- looking up to check Nem's expression-- shifts just enough to kiss the soft inside of her thigh, grazing her teeth over her skin. ]
[Her brows are ridged, as if attempting to puzzle out something--just how the place the sensation, perhaps, or how to rank it compared to anything else. Though both legs twitch at the kiss (at the teeth), enough that, and Nem can't withhold a little sound. Her hips hitch up, further into Req's touch, and she makes a sound at that, too. Clenches at that finger a little and cants her hips forward again]
follows her lead with that angle and picks up the pace-- just a bit, enough to be felt-- and rubs the heel of her palm up against her before each time she pulls back. Just slow, rocking pulses, her finger curled up, as she kisses, open-mouthed, up to her hip, only pulling away just barely for a moment to say: ]
[ makes a pleased little noise at the squeeze, pressing tight into her for a moment before drawing her finger out to pair it with the next one, and slowly press them in together. Careful, slow, giving her as much time to adjust as she needs. ]
I don't think anything can cool you off, Kitty...
[ it's a soft murmur, as she trails her lips down again, along her skin and between her lower lips, dragging her tongue over her clit again. A distraction, maybe-- or maybe just giving her something req knows she already likes. ]
[Which is about as clever of a response she can come up with at present. She feels--full, intimately so; a tighter squeeze around Req's fingers not just because they're taking up more space now but also they're so strikingly cool within her that she wants to both touch them and be touched by them, it's just--different. Not bad, definitely not bad.
Eventually, with another hum, she rocks up into the carefully crooked fingers, slow and shallow but encouraging]
[ she meets Nem's movements eagerly, delving deeper, tugging light against the hot flesh as her fingers retreat. Her tongue works firm against her, out of time with the rock of her hips and the push of her fingers, her lips closing over the nub to suck gently at it. ]
[Nemesis works on matching her breathing to the rhythm of her hips, in and out--works on remembering to breathe at all. The counter-rhythm of Req's sweet mouth is almost too much to concentrate on, even the gentle suction that much more intense (alone in the mirror yet spread open wide, and her legs shiver against Requiem's back)]
M-- Marceline...
[Shaky, she reaches to thread fingers in her hair]
[ gives a deeply pleased hum against her, rewarding the fingers in her hair with a harder suck, pulling back with a wet noise before pressing back in again. Now that she's settled into a rhythm her fingers set a slightly quicker pace, thrusting evenly into her and pressing up against those yielding walls, pressing into the thigh against her shoulder and eagerly taking in everything; the sound of her breath, of her wetness, her words, the feel of the red heat under her skin. ]
[She doesn't pull but her splayed fingers go stiff against Req's scalp with the effort of staying gentle; her other hand clenches at the blankets beneath them. After a few eager twitches she just rides the new rhythm--shuts her eyes because in the mirror it's just her reacting to unseen pleasure, but Nemesis can feel Req on and against and around and inside her, and that's so much better.
Orgasm takes her by surprise, and she's pressing up helplessly into the relative cool of Req's mouth and hand and everything before she can help it.]
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[She shivers and reaches out to comb through Req's hair, gentle but shaky, someplace between 'are you sure' and 'hell yeah']
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she kisses her inner thigh as she settles in, with nem's legs over her shoulders; looks up at the touch and grins, sticking her tongue out at her.
and then bows her head without pause or ceremony, and drags her tongue up along her slit from perineum to clit. ]
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(In the mirror above, it’s just her, flat on her back and spread wide and she gives a full body shiver at that as well, arching back into Req’s heat]
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Req settles in comfortably against Nem with a pleasant shudder at the light pressure of her legs, pressing her tongue in along the folds in time with the rock of her hips. She only pulls back every so often to press tiny, open-mouth kisses along the sensitive flesh, sucking lightly at the skin and grazing her teeth faintly along it before dipping in to lick again. ]
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zombie goasts come into this place][Nemesis squirms against her with a fluttery call of her name, only becoming wetter despite Req's valiant efforts to clean her up. One hand stays resting on Req's hair, shaky but enjoying the contact; the other drifts back up to play with her breast. It all feels terribly debauched, and honestly that only adds to the appeal.]
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Req takes that encouragement and runs with it, though, tilting her head up to circle the tips of her forked tongue around her clit with a pleased hum. She shifts a bit to lean on one arm, and pulls her newly freed hand back, to gently drag the tips of her fingers along the very edges of Nem's entrance.
She pulls back briefly, after a moment, licking her lips. ]
Can I put 'em in, baby...?
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Yes...
[She curls up to look at her as well, biting her lip. However, her expression is less lustful and more considering, though still fairly flushed.]
Just--uh. Go slow.
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[ gently kisses the junction of her hip and thigh as she presses one finger in with a slow, shallow rocking motion, smoothing the pad of her thumb up along her clit. ]
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follows her lead with that angle and picks up the pace-- just a bit, enough to be felt-- and rubs the heel of her palm up against her before each time she pulls back. Just slow, rocking pulses, her finger curled up, as she kisses, open-mouthed, up to her hip, only pulling away just barely for a moment to say: ]
... doin' okay, baby?
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[Her voice is a little breathless even at this slow pace, though she doesn't do anything to speed it. Hesitates, then, a little red-faced]
You can keep going, if you want.
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[ Slows to a stop, hilted inside her, just gently grinding her hand against her mound.
But she does seem-- curious, mostly, and a bit concerned, carefully watching her face and reactions.]
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...I don't not like it. Not super sure what all the fuss is about, but it ain't bad.
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Can I put another one in? Maybe if it's a little thicker it'll feel better... but if you're really not into it we can do something else.
[ a little lower, mumbling against her as she mouths at the skin, with the barest pinch of teeth ]
... you're sssoooo hot inside though, baby.
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...N-not like you don't know whose fault that is.
[she rocks up into Req's hand and grips firm, making a point. Then she settles back, flushing hotter]
I can feel how cool your fingers are. Maybe--they'll even out. ...So yeah, you can add a couple more.
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I don't think anything can cool you off, Kitty...
[ it's a soft murmur, as she trails her lips down again, along her skin and between her lower lips, dragging her tongue over her clit again. A distraction, maybe-- or maybe just giving her something req knows she already likes. ]
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[Which is about as clever of a response she can come up with at present. She feels--full, intimately so; a tighter squeeze around Req's fingers not just because they're taking up more space now but also they're so strikingly cool within her that she wants to both touch them and be touched by them, it's just--different. Not bad, definitely not bad.
Eventually, with another hum, she rocks up into the carefully crooked fingers, slow and shallow but encouraging]
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M-- Marceline...
[Shaky, she reaches to thread fingers in her hair]
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Orgasm takes her by surprise, and she's pressing up helplessly into the relative cool of Req's mouth and hand and everything before she can help it.]
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