Yeah, you can treat the titles of the chapters as the warnings of what's going to go down xD
And I think you didn't really believe they *would last* through that party, right? ^_^

Chapter 2: 1. Oral

G'raha was to his share of the parties over the span of his very, very long life – some he enjoyed, some bore him, and some aggravated his temper. And knowing far too well his ridiculously low alcohol tolerance, he always carefully avoided drinking too much, mortified at the idea he could embarrass himself in the inebriated state.

But this time – this very special day – he didn't need the buzz of the alcohol to feel dizzy as he leaned against the bar and pretended to pay attention to the words of one of his friends – and hide the fact that he greedily tracked his prey with predatory kind of focus over Alisaie's shoulder.

But who could really blame him? After years upon years of hungering for her – to finally get a taste of her gorgeous lips… Listen to her intoxicating noises as she shook in his arms, chanting his name and begging for relief… To feel her sooo very tight cunt spasm around his fingers as she hit her peak… And to know he was the very first person to see her like that – touch her like that… First and only, the primal and possessive part of his mind snarled, and his eyes narrowed as they slowly trailed from the crown of white locks down the tiny frame and got stuck on the delicate sway of her hips as she walked between the gathered Scions, saying her goodbyes.

He knew himself enough to know he tended to be… possessive. After his childhood in Old Sharlayan – growing up with the feeling of abandonment – no matter how old he grew, once his mind stacked the claim on something – which thankfully wasn't that common – the very all of his being craved assuming the ownership of it. And despite being aware of his feelings for her – he didn't truly realized how deep his need ran until he heard her speak so easily of letting someone else, anyone, have her. 'Simple fuck' she said, 'any willing male'… and his very soul ran with boundless fury that she would even consider letting anyone else touch her. That she would diminish her own importance – her selfless bravery, caring heart and that fiery determination that drawn him to her in the first place – only spiked his temper to the heights he wasn't aware were possible…

Though even he had to admit he was shocked when she didn't push him away. Didn't laugh at his ridiculous attempt of intimidating her into submission… Even as his mind ran with static and hiss when he caged her against that wall – part of him was sure she would. But when instead she let him, and her intoxicating citrus scent swell with arousal… Her dark blush and soulful amethyst eyes filled with a shocking mix of embarrassment and lust… He lost his mind.

The idea that she wanted him… Even if she didn't love him… At least her beautiful body wanted him – and even if only to sate its neglected needs… her curiosity… He shocked himself with pure, raw need to claim her – train her body to crave only him. And with time… maybe he can win her heart over as well. Worship her as he yearned to do all those long, long years and using the pleasure lure her into the place where she won't mind being his.

"…Old Sharlayan?" Alisaie's voice tore through his musings and with an effort he focused on her and blinked with uncertainty, shifting a bit uncomfortably and thanking all the possible gods for way the patch of the material in front of his crotch helped to cover his unbidden arousal.

"Pardon?" he smiled at her sheepishly, hoping she attribute his blush to distraction. "Can you repeat that, Ali?"

She chuckled, rolling her eyes as she leaned against the bar next to him.

"I said, that Krile told me you agreed to help her in Old Sharlayan," she said patiently, then frowned. "You seem… distracted today, Raha."

"It's a… big shift," he said – not exactly meaning the disbanding, but knowing she'll assume he did. He came to love all of the Scions… he did, but he didn't want them to realize too quickly his plans for their Champion and… interfere. He was too nervous that they would make her remember he wasn't worthy of her desire. That she could have literally anyone else. From other Scions to the heads of the cities she helped to save… And her words to her mother over the call proved that she wasn't truly aware how many a man would kill to gain her favor. A favor he selfishly wanted for himself.

"That's true," she sighed, then turned around and looked toward object of his thoughts. "I just hope Surr will be okay. I know she's putting off an easy attitude about this whole thing, but you don't have to be a genius to see she's… uneasy since Alphinaud raised the idea of 'officially' disbanding."

"Being the Scion and the Warrior is all she really knows," he said quietly, gladly following her gaze and trying not to scowl at his prey drowning in Thancred's tight hug. He knew the Hyur treated her like a younger sister – but right now he couldn't help but see any male around her as a potential rival.

And considering the outfit, she chose for this occasion… The leash of his self-control grew thinner with each look in her direction. He stupidly thought himself immune by now to her… risky taste in the way she dressed. Used to her short skirts and skin-tight shirts and he was sure he could well enough hide his desire after so much practice… But after she disappeared inside her room before the party started and then returned wearing seemingly new and very short, white dress that barely covered her delectable behind… That had a thin straps for the sleeves, exposing ilms of deliriously tempting pale skin and deep cleavage showing of the teasing curves of her perfect breasts… That dress, combined with the tight-high boots she favored and her glorious hair braided into an intricate Gyr-Abanian plait… drove him insane with a mixture of raw need and instinctive jealousy. He could see the appreciative glances the males around the massive room tossed her way and could barely hold back his growls. If he could have his way… he would toss her over his shoulder and carry her back to her room and force her to change into something less… provocative. Or better yet… show her exactly what her outfit was doing to his insides.

But he strived to keep on an easy expression and polite attitude. She didn't need to realize yet the depth of his desire to claim her. After all, she didn't want to involve 'feelings' into losing her virginity… and she was so nervous when she asked if it won't change their friendship. He fully intended to let her think she was getting exactly what she wanted… And he did intend to stay her friend… Her friendship was an honor he would never let go of, but he wasn't above using her… naivety in the matters of desire to claim what he really wanted: her heart.

"That's true, I imagine," Alisaie mused, forcing him to tear his gaze away from the delicious way the hem of the tight, white dress slid across pale skin when Surr had to lift slightly to return tall Scion's hug. He kind of… hoped she will keep that dress on at midnight. It was bound to make being gentle with her at least the first time so much more difficult… but the way it hugged her perfect curves was so worth the patience it was bound to require. "But maybe at least now you get your shot, Raha," Alisaie chuckled when his gaze shot to her and his eyes shot wide open. "Oh, come on… Anyone with eyes can see you're head over heels for her," she whispered, leaning toward him. Then frowned slightly. "Well… maybe not anyone, because you're pretty good at hiding it… but you get my point."

"I have… no idea what you're talking about," he cleared his throat and shifted uncomfortably, rising his drink to his lips and turning back toward the bar's counter. "Surr's my best friend, and I would never dare…"

He hoped his dark blush could be attributed to the drink when she snorted a laugh and clapped her hand against his shoulder.

"Dare, not dare… I don't think we get to choose who we like… that way," she said quietly, then leaned slightly against his side and when he peered at her with uncertainty, she wiggled her eyebrows playfully and smirked. "Don't worry, Raha, I won't tell a soul. And seriously… I'm rooting for you. If anyone deserves her… affection, that's certainly you, if maybe she's not really… aware of that. And now that she won't get so… distracted by the constant crisis and the people all around her needing her attention and strength… I think you get my drift, right?"

"You really… think so?" he couldn't help but lean toward her slightly and swallow thickly as he looked into the blue eyes with a hint of apprehension. "That… I can be worthy of… her?"

"I don't know anyone bet…" Elzen giggled, resting her head against his shoulder as she pressed her arm around his waist.

"Hey, could you help me, Raha?" a soft, sweet voice right behind him sent a shudder down his spine, but he made sure to turn slowly and only rise his eyebrows slightly at the delicate frame of the object of his obsession. And not to let her know how hard his heart rushed to pound between his ears at her proximity alone. Or how heavy his cock grew instantly at the sight of innocent flutter of her dark eyelashes and the way her pretty lips tilted in a delicate smile. "Tataru asked me to head back to the storage and bring more drinks," she said softly, and even if he – and certainly Alisaie as well – wasn't fully aware that she hardly needed help with a task like that, maybe he would miss the way her dark eyes flared dropping for barely a friction of a second to Elzen's arm still around his waist.

She was… jealous? Possessive… of him? Already? His heart fluttered helplessly at the thought but he just nodded slowly, and straightened with a pleasant smile.

"Lead the way, Surr," he said, waving slightly toward the door leading to the corridor that spanned all of the rooms belonging to them – until today – and ended with the room that served as the storage. "Be right back, Ali," he smiled at his friend, really appreciating her expression carefully schooled into a innocent mask. Only slightly devious glint in her blue eyes betrayed her amusement… and made him wonder. Did she done that on purpose…? She wasn't really a sort to easily show her… friendship in a physical manner, if he thought about it. She did specifically wait for… Surr to look their way…? Maybe he will dare to ask her later, but now he focused on his Warrior, trying to not be too obvious about following the delicate sway of her hips when she lead him through the crowd gathered in the common area. Or how that maddening dress hugged her perfect curves and fit so well with the delicate, fluffy fur of her long tail. And only once the door closed behind them, cutting off the sound of chatter and laughs of the Scions did he really slightly, letting his eyes drink in the purely exquisite shape of her greedily.

"I'm a bit… surprised you need my help, Surr," he teased daringly, and almost purred with delight at the sight of her spine growing rigid as she stopped suddenly and turned toward him with that mesmerizing fire of her famed temper flaring in her dark irises when she lifted her chin pointedly and somehow, despite her tiny frame managed to stare him down.

"If you really want to be my… l-lover," she hissed, "You won't let other females touch you, Raha!"

Yeah, definitely… jealous. He was rock-hard instantly. That was a wonderful, and promising… start.

"Aww, babe," he hummed with amusement, grabbing her chin and tilting her head slightly – nearly dying at the way her plush lips parted with a quiet gasp and such a beautiful blush spilled on her delicate features. During their last… encounter it didn't take him long to figure out she… enjoyed playing at submission – her scent flaring with such an intoxicating arousal when he… slipped and let his raw need to claim her affect his usually calm, polite demeanor. And if he let himself thought about it – it made sense – she was stronger and faster than anyone else. She fought monsters others would be hard pressed to face, and did so with flourish deserving her title. If she found the idea of submitting willingly so… arousing – he was more than happy to accommodate her needs. Any and every single one need… until she can't ever again think of letting anyone else but him touch her that way. And another flare of her fiery temper that lit up her dark eyes at his tone was certainly worth the ache of his starved body. He let a small smirk slip as he leaned in and so delicately brushed his mouth over hers, rubbing his thumb over her chin. And almost expired when her soft mewl of pleasure tickled his lips and her long lashes fluttered close, casting a lovely shade over her cheeks.

And when her hands shot up almost involuntarily – as if she just couldn't help herself – to fist in the material of his tunic and shook delicately as she tried to pull him closer… Gods, how wonderfully responsive she was… was maddening. Did she even realize what she was doing to him…?

Before he even knew what he was doing, he backed her into the nearest wall and crowded her against it. And when she whimpered softly when her back hit the rough surface and her scent swollen with arousal as she surely was reminded of their earlier… playtime, just like he intended… It took every single last shred of his self-control not to take her immediately, instantly, brutally turned on at the sight of her submission.

"Are you… jealous, my beautiful?" he whispered against her lips, drowning in her scent as her rapid, shaky breath teased his skin. Knowing now how maddeningly better those plush lips tasted… didn't at all diminish the effect her citrus smell had on his libido. Only made it sooo much harder to control his need.

"J-jealous…?" she gasped, and when she peered at him through her lashes… Twelve, the mix of embarrassment and lust in the amethyst irises was intoxicating. And when her pretty lips tilted in a pout… She had to know what that particular expression was doing to his insides… How he couldn't help but imagine those perfect lips wrapped around the part of his anatomy that was weeping already for him to bury it inside her tight cunt. To feel those deceptively delicate, but powerful muscles of hers spasm and clench around it as she would feed his hunger for her delicious sounds. "M-maybe…" she admitted with such a beautiful blush as her eyes disappeared again behind jet-black lashes, and she shuddered visibly when he rewarded her honesty with another delicate kiss, even as he pressed against her harder, burning up in lust when he felt her delicate curves.

"Almost perfect answer, my Surr," he purred teasingly, using his grip on her chin to tilt her head slightly to the side. "Try again, love… and if you're a good girl, I'll be sure to reward you properly."

Her another gasp an the beautiful blush growing even darker… Gods, but that was a wonderful experience to be able to play with her like that. That spoke to something utterly primal in the back of his mind, setting his blood aflame.

"I…" she stammered, then nervously licked her lips and it was a pure torture not to kiss her, but… he wanted, needed to hear that… "I was… j-jealous, Raha," she swallowed audibly, then peered through her lashes again… as if checking if she did good. "I w-want… you for m-myself."

"Now it's perfect answer, love," he growled with approval, then chuckled when she hissed with dissatisfaction when he backed away, but before she had a chance to protest, be did what he thought of doing earlier… Picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, swatting her perfect bottom delicately when she squealed with surprise and trashed instinctively. "Shhh, Surr… We don't need the others to come check on us, right?" he almost laughed out loud with purely male satisfaction when she stilled immediately, fisting her hands in the back of his vest. And the way her scent grew even more intense, and the proximity of its source… He couldn't help himself but to shift her slightly and bite the delicate skin on her thigh… and his ears twitched at the delicious sound of her choked whimper. Or couldn't change the way his step grew hurried as he carried her down the corridor and swiftly opened the door of her bedroom, stepping inside and closing the door behind them quietly.

They didn't really have time for what he had in mind… for later, before someone was bound to notice their extended disappearance and he really didn't want to feel hurried when he takes her... Really needed to make it as easy and pleasurable for her as possible… but it was hard to remember about that when he tossed her down on her bed and without missing a beat kneeled by its side, curling his hands greedily around her thighs and smoothing them up, pulling the hem of her pretty dress with them.

"R-Raha, what…?" she whispered, blushing so dark as she lifted on her elbows and peered down at him with uncertainty. So wonderfully innocent, confused look in her dark eyes had his blood burn when he chuckled, sneaked his fingers under the waistband of her smalls and near-brutally pulled them down her thighs and over her boots, enjoying immensely her stunned gasp and another instant spike of her scent. "W-what… are you… d-doing?" she stammered, scrambling away up the mattress as her face flamed with embarrassment when she tried to pull the hem of her dress down and cover herself.

So utterly, maddeningly beautiful…

"Trust me, love," G'raha purred soothingly as he wrapped his hands around her hips and pulled her delicately back to him, soon gently setting her legs over his shoulders. When she blinked at him owlishly… and then her face flamed with a furious blush as understanding dawned in her dark-purple eyes… gods, he could come just watching her reactions – his cock already seemed to confirm that as it throbbed in the insane rhythm of his heart. "Relax, and let me have a taste before tonight," he chuckled, struggling to keep and even tone as he pushed her back against the mattress delicately. Dying when she whimpered breathlessly and covered her red face with her palms, but complied, and her thighs shook with nerves… or maybe anticipation, he could only hope.

Far too eager to really wonder about which, he choked down purrs of excitement that wanted to tear from his throat – not wanting to overwhelm her too fast – and curling his hands around her thighs he did what he dreamed of so, so many times… Nearly whimpering in bliss when he pulled her against his mouth and slid his tongue over soaked slit up to her clit, biting back a moan of approval when her taste – so much better than his imagination could ever conjure – filled his mouth and slid down his throat. But when she arched in his grasp with a mewl of pleasure, burying her fingers in his hair and rolled against his mouth, instinctively looking for friction… Twelve, but he couldn't help but devour her soft flesh, whimpering and purring in his endless hunger as each stroke of his tongue and gentle suck soon had her trashing, so utterly lost in the new sensations he had to free one hand and pull her up to cover her mouth before someone could be lured to them by her sound.

She gasped with surprise, but pushed his hand away and quickly put her own between her lips, tightening the other in his hair brutally and he couldn't help but growl gratefully, focusing again on her flesh. He had a feeling she would like it rough – the fire in her eyes always teased his unruly mind with that thought – but now to actually experience that… a small taste at least… was intoxicating. Heady. Spiked his need sooo much higher.

He purred, and using his freed hand pushed one finger inside her, moaning breathlessly when her muscles clenched and quivered around it and her choked whimper hit his sensitive ears. Her cunt was so incredibly tight… the thought of it spasming around his cock had that particular part of his anatomy throb so painfully he groaned and shifted on his knees, dying for friction. His tail thumped impatiently against the wooden floor when she whined around her fingers and her long, fluffy white appendage coiled instinctively around his neck, pulling him closer. Though he had a few lovers in his long, long lifetime – before meeting her - he never before had a preference for their race. But now… as his ears twitched and swallowed eagerly her breathless, choked purrs and whimpers and the surprising strength of her tail had his head leashed against her cunt… oh, but that was just too much.

He snarled, pulled his hand back, tilted her hips slightly and slammed his tongue inside her, groaning quietly when she arched with a shout, quickly stifled by both of her hands as she fell back against the mattress. He purred harder in approval when her tail coiled even tighter around his neck and she rolled her hips with demand, whimpering and mewling when he set to fuck her with his tongue, imitating how he wanted, needed to claim her with his cock. Not the first time – he would die if he would hurt her – but once her virginity was gone… oh, but he would enjoy mounting and breeding her. He never had the interest before… couldn't be even bothered with the idea of his own kit – Allagan royalty could expire with him for all he cared…

But the idea of her - his beautiful, powerful Warrior – of her belly swollen with his seed, and of a host of kits with his eyes and her locks… taunted the most primal, predatory depths of his being. Her arousal and pleasure as she shook and gasped, undulating and arching under his ministrations brought up the instincts he wasn't even aware of having. He was a Tia – never having any inclination to claiming the title of a Nunh – but with her… oh, but he'll enjoy breeding her. Taking her time after time during her heat and pinning her down with his dick until his seed will take hold.

He just first needed to claim her heart. The most beautiful, precious treasure of all.

And when she came with a choked whine of his name and the tight, slick walls of her cunt spasmed around his tongue until she sagged against the mattress bonelessly and gasped for air, and her tail went limp, only flicking now with obvious pleasure, he forced himself to relent with a few last, delicate licks. Letting her enjoy her high without growing oversensitive. And while she did, mewling softly in her daze, he sighed with bliss despite his painful arousal, and nuzzled against her inner thigh, spreading delicate bites on her soft, pale skin. Sating his need to claim her a little by leaving a pretty, dark mark just below the spot where her thigh began, chuckling quietly when she shivered and arched slightly at the feeling.

Truly, so wonderfully responsive…

"T-that…" she choked, then cleared her throat – probably noticing how breathy and hoarse her voice sounded – then we he looked up with a smirk and curious tilt of his eyebrows, licking his lips slowly and savoring her lingering flavor… she blinked and blushed sooo dark… it was beyond lovely. Beyond enticing, and his cock obviously agreed, tearing a soft, hungry growl from his throat with its painful throbbing. "That was… ah, thank you, R-Raha," she gasped, averting her eyes bashfully.

"A pleasure, love," he assured fervently, chuckling quietly and trying to contain his mindless lust and he placed a delicate kiss on her thigh, then delicately removed her legs off his shoulders and slowly rose on his knees, hovering over her beautiful body and admiring the debauched, glorious display she made like this. "The sight you make, Surr… the sounds you utter and how you taste, babe… I couldn't feel more rewarded," he said honestly, bracing his elbows around her hips and nuzzling against her abdomen with a loud, content purr that nearly choked him.

The thought that she would let him see her like this – blew his mind. Made dealing with a raging erection so worth her pleasure. And when she delicately, with a hint of uncertainty, smoothed her hands over his hair and ears - a grand prize in itself – his heart sang.

I love you, I love you, I love you… he chanted inside his head, forcing his lips to not let it slip.

"Can I… do that, too?" she whispered… and he stilled as his heart stopped for a long, long moment at the same time as his cock throbbed sooo painfully at the prospect. At the idea of fulfilling one of his most decadent fantasies…

"Would you like that, love?" he forced himself to ask calmly, hiding his blush… and eagerness against her belly. "Shouldn't we go back? Tataru's bound to wonder what is taking so long."

"I might have… lied about her asking me for that," she admitted at the same time as he felt a pull on his braid and she swiftly untangled it, soon combing her fingers through his hair. And that felt… incredible. "And maybe I h-have… suggested to some while saying my goodbyes that I might… retire early. Such a… occasion brought too much… feelings, you see, Raha… and I perhaps needed a… skilled healer to tend to my surprising headache. Every one knows how much I suck at healing arts, after all."

His heart jumped to pound in his throat and he had to clear it, resting his cheek against her abdomen.

"I see," he hummed, striving to keep up an easy tone. "But Alisaie heard a different version."

Her quiet, devious giggle sent a shudder down his spine.

"Alisaie is my best friend, Raha," she said with a low, soothing purr in her voice even as she suddenly curled her hand in fist in his hair and pulled until he was forced to look up and his heart stopped at the sight of her pretty lips tilted in a mischievous smirk and her dark eyes lit up like stars and with the gorgeous sparks of amusement in their depths. "You know me, darling. When I want something… I'm not a very patient person," she sighed with pretend resignation and slight roll of her eyes. "It's a failing of a character, I'm afraid. And midnight seemed so dreadfully far away…"

"Ah, I'd been played, it seems," he chuckled, not minding at all as following her pull obediently he lifted, crawling up her glorious body until their lips were barely a breath apart. "Well done, my pet."

"What can I say?" she giggled, and before he could even blink, she easily rolled them over and when he gasped at the sudden shift in position, she pressed a delicate kiss on his lips, then purring with delight crawled down his body, setting his body to blaze with lust when she settled down on the floor next to the bed, and roughly pulled his belt open, to then pull his pants down his thighs. "I learn quickly, Raha," she said, still blushing beautifully when his straining erection sprang for freedom, but determination flared in her dark eyes when she smirked shakily, and without a shade of shame climbed the bed next to him again, sitting down on her knees as her gaze focused on her hand as she wrapped it around the base of his cock. He arched involuntarily at the feeling, fisting his palms in the sheets around his hips, gasping when she leaned in and her insanely hot breath fanned his throbbing flesh. "But you have to tell me… if I do something wrong, yes?" she purred, then delicately, curiously swiped the tip of her tongue over the bead of pre-cum at the top of his dick… and he almost expired, jerking harshly with a choked whine. "Oh, I think I'm going to like that. I wasn't sure, but you're tasty, Raha."

"G-glad.. y-you think… so," he barely managed, trying to choke down breathy whimper and failing miserably when she did that again. "T-twelve…" He couldn't help but let one of his hands shot up and fist in her hair – almost remorseful when it ruined her intricate braid.

"I was setting up a list, you see," she giggled softly and when her breath teased his flesh… And the sight of her, her plush lips but an ilm away from his cock… Gods, he was bound to embarrass himself soon. "And you actually accidentally hit the first point… Though I wanted to be the one to first taste you."

"A… l-list?" he tried to focus, he did… but she was making it impossible.

"Yeah… All the naughty, depraved things I only read or heard about… but since you offered, Raha… to be my lover, I hope you don't mind… trying some of it?"

Twelve… she's going to kill him…

"Like… what?" he gasped when her hand tightened and she giggled playfully, so close the sound nearly vibrated on his flesh.

"First point: oral," she recited, and before he could even blink, wrapped her beautiful, plush lips around the head of his dick experimentally, swirling the tip of her tongue around it, and he whined when she lifted again to grin at him proudly. "See, my mom has a whole bunch of a very… interesting books, I managed to sneak a peak at occasionally when growing up. Very, very naughty books… and especially about the Seekers of the Sun. Did you know for example, Raha, that the build of our throats that makes the purring possible… also kind of makes us less sensitive to gagging?" she hummed with consideration, then a slow, nearly evil smirk bloomed on her lips and her eyes narrowed dangerously… setting his heart to pound furiously and swallow nervously. "I've been dying of curiosity if it's really… true, since this morning. You don't mind to let me… see?" she purred loudly and he nearly lost his mind, lifting his free, shaky hand to pet her cheek delicately.

"I'm all yours, love," he whispered, knowing his eyes had to betray the simple truth of those words. He was hers, up to the last, tiniest sliver of his soul.

"Thank you, Raha, you won't regret that, I swear," she cooed, and something infinitely raw, and vulnerable flashed in her dark eyes… making his heart stop. Stop and then jump to pound even harder because that look…

She dropped her gaze and chuckled sheepishly, and such a dark blush spilled on her cheeks… but it didn't matter because his heart sang with the new certainty. Whatever she was aware of it or not yet, she loved him. That emotion reflected in her amethyst eyes and set the very essence of his soul ablaze.

She loved him, G'raha Tia… and he wasn't exactly sure if he truly deserved that… treasure, but he sure as seven hells wasn't dumb enough to push it before she was ready to admit that. Before she was ready to be truly, and completely his.

"Well, here goes nothing," she said with another sheepish giggle, then… his thoughts fizzled out when she set to swallow his cock whole.

That book she mentioned… had to be right because she barely stopped to relax her throat around his flesh before her lips closed around the base of his dick. And he would fucking love to prize the author, really… because the way it felt…

He choked out a string of breathless whimpers and curses, fisting both hands in her hair and trying not to embarrass himself too soon.

"Are you… a-alright?" he gasped, then groaned and jerked when she hummed with assent. "…oh, fuck…"

And then she started… purring, slow at first and with uncertainty, and he had to free one hand to clamp it almost brutally over his mouth, choking down a breathy shout when the maddening vibration spread over his flesh. Biting on his fingers and whimpering breathlessly when he felt it on his balls and the need to come wasn't a need anymore… but the quickly approaching necessity as bolts of pure levin danced on his spine. His other hand he had to fist again in the sheets because the temptation to pull her up and fuck her mouth was growing and clouding his thoughts. Though he couldn't help how his tail repeated her earlier, possessive gesture – coiling tight around her neck, while he was distracted praying to any god that would listen for a sliver of restrain… because it simply felt too good to let it end too quickly.

But then her purrs grew firmer, more confident, and gradually even more intense until he lost his mind completely, shuddering helplessly as he just couldn't take it anymore and before he could even warn her, as he knew he should, he was coming in a thick, nearly violent spurts. Mewling softly around his fingers when she didn't flinch, instead swallowing eagerly around his flesh until he fell against the mattress – completely boneless – and could only stare numbly when she lifted her head, giving him a last, playful lick before wiping the spill from the corner of her bruised lips and sucking on her fingers greedily.

"Not a drop wasted!" she chirped with a grin and meaningful wiggle of her eyebrows… and if he wasn't already madly in love with her…

Then she crawled on top of him, and settled against his chest with a content, self-satisfied hum, soon purring – and gods, he won't be ever again able to listen to that sound without thinking of how it felt – but he sighed with pure bliss as he wrapped his arms around her and buried his nose in her hair, closing his eyes and almost immediately letting his own sound join hers. And not missing the slight shiver it caused over her beautiful body. He grinned into her hair, nuzzling against her ears, then nipped on the sensitive shell, enjoying another shudder it caused.

"Now… can't wait to see more of that list," he rasped right by the furry appendage and was rewarded with a low, playful giggle.