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stay the night with the sinners
Title: stay the night with the sinners
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Yonaka, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Tails as a useful substitute for other things.
Notes: A request.
Yonaka always stretches herself for Ivlis, because that’s the only practical way to go about things when your boyfriend’s hands are clawed and he’s definitely too big to fit without some preparation. She doesn’t mind doing this, because the way he watches her when her fingers are inside herself, his eyes cloudy with desire and his breath coming in short pants, makes her heat up even before his body warms her up from inside.
Tonight, he catches her hand when she goes to stretch herself out. “Let me try.” She looks at his claws curled around her wrist, and he sees where she’s looking and turns even more red. “Not with those,” he says, and his tail lifts from where it had been lying on the bed behind him to nudge at her entrance.
She still has to spread herself open a little with her fingers to get even the tip of him in. He’s big, and she doubts she can fit the head of his tail inside, though he might be able to get the rest through if not for that. But even just the tip is warm, and flexible: he uses it as he would a third hand, slowly pressing as deep inside her as he can go.
When he can’t fit any more in without her murmuring her discomfort, he backs off a little, only to try and stretch her insides carefully with the width of it. Side to side, deeper in and then back out. Every part of her walls his tail touches makes her feel like she’s melting from within.
“Ivlis…” She clutches the bedsheets, trying not to moan his name too loudly though no one else will hear. “Ivlis, more…”
Despite how flushed he is (she knows his tail is sensitive, and she knows this from making him claw apart the bedsheets just from stroking and licking it without touching any other part of him) a smirk appears on his face. “I can’t give you any more of my tail. It won’t fit.” He punctuates this remark with another shallow thrust of his tail.
A frustrated sound that she can’t help leaves her. “You know what I-” She has to swallow another moan when he twists his tail inside her, and it interrupts her train of thought.
“Or do you want something else instead?” he asks, faux-innocent. It’s not convincing on him at any time that he’s tried it, and certainly not now, bearing over her on his bed with their bare chests touching every time Yonaka takes a heaving breath.
Yonaka grabs onto his arm, digging her fingers in tightly enough that it might hurt someone without scaly skin there. Even if she had the presence of mind to, she wouldn’t worry about hurting Ivlis. “Give it to me already. Screw me into the mattress, or into the wall, I don’t care, just give it to me!”
His smirk turns into a grin as his tail slides out of her. “As you wish.”
Fandom: Mogebox
Character(s): Yonaka, Ivlis
Pairing(s): Ivlis/Yonaka
Genre: Smut
Word Count: 500
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: None
Summary: Tails as a useful substitute for other things.
Notes: A request.
Yonaka always stretches herself for Ivlis, because that’s the only practical way to go about things when your boyfriend’s hands are clawed and he’s definitely too big to fit without some preparation. She doesn’t mind doing this, because the way he watches her when her fingers are inside herself, his eyes cloudy with desire and his breath coming in short pants, makes her heat up even before his body warms her up from inside.
Tonight, he catches her hand when she goes to stretch herself out. “Let me try.” She looks at his claws curled around her wrist, and he sees where she’s looking and turns even more red. “Not with those,” he says, and his tail lifts from where it had been lying on the bed behind him to nudge at her entrance.
She still has to spread herself open a little with her fingers to get even the tip of him in. He’s big, and she doubts she can fit the head of his tail inside, though he might be able to get the rest through if not for that. But even just the tip is warm, and flexible: he uses it as he would a third hand, slowly pressing as deep inside her as he can go.
When he can’t fit any more in without her murmuring her discomfort, he backs off a little, only to try and stretch her insides carefully with the width of it. Side to side, deeper in and then back out. Every part of her walls his tail touches makes her feel like she’s melting from within.
“Ivlis…” She clutches the bedsheets, trying not to moan his name too loudly though no one else will hear. “Ivlis, more…”
Despite how flushed he is (she knows his tail is sensitive, and she knows this from making him claw apart the bedsheets just from stroking and licking it without touching any other part of him) a smirk appears on his face. “I can’t give you any more of my tail. It won’t fit.” He punctuates this remark with another shallow thrust of his tail.
A frustrated sound that she can’t help leaves her. “You know what I-” She has to swallow another moan when he twists his tail inside her, and it interrupts her train of thought.
“Or do you want something else instead?” he asks, faux-innocent. It’s not convincing on him at any time that he’s tried it, and certainly not now, bearing over her on his bed with their bare chests touching every time Yonaka takes a heaving breath.
Yonaka grabs onto his arm, digging her fingers in tightly enough that it might hurt someone without scaly skin there. Even if she had the presence of mind to, she wouldn’t worry about hurting Ivlis. “Give it to me already. Screw me into the mattress, or into the wall, I don’t care, just give it to me!”
His smirk turns into a grin as his tail slides out of her. “As you wish.”