Anonymous prompted: Raphril "whipped cream or chocolate?"

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Contains female objectification.

"Whipped cream or chocolate?"

He stared at her, jaw dangling, her words not making any sense to his ears.

"Raph?" she repeated, one red eyebrow cocked in response to his gape-mouthed staring, one hand on her hip.

"Huh?" was all he could manage and she rolled her eyes.

"I asked, did you want whipped cream, or chocolate?"

"Uhhh - " he worked his jaw for a moment as the words slowly penetrated his spring-fogged brain. Truthfully, he'd been lost in admiration of how the shape of her ass and thighs flashed beneath her sweat pants as she moved about the kitchen, stacking the dishwasher and reaching up on tippy toes to pull a couple of bowls from a cupboard, her braless breasts jiggling a little as she dropped back onto her heels. The undulating movement of her lithely curvy physique was hypnotic in his current state and he'd been unable to drag his gaze away from her, even though he knew at any moment she could glance over and bust him in the act of outright ogling. "… both?" he finished uncertainly, as he noticed her nipples straining at the fabric of her thin tank. Fuuuuuuuh…

A coy smirk sidled up April's adorable freckled face. "You got it, buster."

The next thing he knew, April was grasping the bottom of her tank top and tugging it up and over her head and all he could do was stare, dry-mouthed, as her small, creamy breasts bounced free of the restraining garment as she wrested it off, tossing it away with wicked glee.

Raphael tried to say something, but the words just gurgled in his throat even as his tail throbbed agonisingly between his thighs.

April grasped the waistband of her sweatpants next and shimmied them down over her hips where they pooled at her ankles and she stepped free of them and kicked them aside, the jiggle of her toned thighs mesmerising to his hormone-intoxicated senses, the strip of red hair on her mound utterly captivating as she began to saunter towards him, her slim hips swaying, her lovely breasts bouncing. He could see the soft flushed lips of her pussy between her thighs as she drew up to him and his cock nudged insistently at his cloaca, begging to be unleashed.

April stepped up onto the couch, a foot either side of his thighs, her legs spread just enough that he could see the slick, intricate folds of her sweet cunt as she lifted the can of whipped cream and squirted a fluffy jet of it right over the inviting sight, followed next by a generous dollop of chocolate sauce from the bottle she held in her other hand. She let both treats drop to the floor, stroked the dome of his green skull with her fingertips while he swallowed hard and gazed up at her with the yearning desperation of a starving man, then angled her hips towards his face.

"C'mon then," she purred lasciviously. "Eat up."

He didn't need further encouragement, his lust driving him forward in a roaring fog of ecstatic anticipation until his wide, huge tongue delved straight through the soft mounds of cream and sticky chocolate, right between the sweet halves of her lips and he licked upwards in one amorous, groaning sweep. April moaned and her grip tightened on his skull as he lowered his head and licked her again, his massive tongue gathering up the mixture of cream and chocolate, underscored with the intoxicating flavour of her feminine flesh, his nostrils suffused with the tantalisingly mingled aromas so that he felt drunk on them.

"Fuck, Raph," she groaned and lifted a foot onto the armrest, further exposing herself to his questing tongue. "Yeah, lick me good."

He couldn't help it, his huge hand stole up between her thighs, one thick digit probing at the wet entrance to her hot depths as he continued to lick and flick his tongue over her clit. The sloppy heat of her sent a jolt or desire racketing right through his body to where his cock strained at the puckered opening of his cloaca and he couldn't keep it in anymore; it slid out and promptly swelled to full size, its purple length so flushed with blood it was nearly black. He could just imagine how good that sweet little cunt was going to feel enveloping him and just as April's whimpers and moans seemed to be reaching their feverpitch, he grasped hold of her hips and tugged her down onto his lap.

"Raph!" she gasped, a little shocked, a little alarmed, a lot excited, her slim hands falling to grasp his taut shoulders, her nails biting into the hard muscle as the tapered tip of his cock slid between her swollen folds, directly towards its goal. "Raph!" she choked as his mouth found a nipple, tugged on it and he felt the spasming clench of her inner muscles as she stretched deliriously around his cock as it eagerly pushed inside her. Oh fuck, it was every bit as mind-blowingly incredible as he thought it would be, suffusing his body with a scorching ecstasy that caused spots to swim before his eyes.

"Raph!" April cried again, but this time she just sounded pissed off and he blinked rapidly and shook his head, his vision slowly clearing to reveal April in the door way of the kitchen, still fully dressed and glaring at him, arms now folded across her chest.

"Huh?" he heard himself say, his cheeks flushed hot and his tail uncomfortably full.

She sighed furiously and rolled her eyes again. "It's bad enough the others all ditched me tonight, but I'd really rather you didn't pretend you wanted to be here if you can't even pay attention when I'm talking to you!"

"I wanna be here!" he stammered, squeezing his thighs together though it painfully crushed his tail against the couch cushions. "Sorry - just - tired - I guess."

She continued to glare at him with a pout twisting her pretty pink lips and he fought - fuck but he fought - not to imaging them wrapping around his dick. "So - can you just tell me then - whipped cream or chocolate on your pie?"