That's ... [ she stops to think about it for a beat. he's nothing to look at, but he isn't particularly offensive either. she's done worse. ] Better.
[ when she returns to him, she uses her most humanlike hand, with fingers that have elongated and gained additional joints, to cup over his erection. wetting her lips is an exercise in futility. the skin is too tough for it, not designed for such things.
her other appendages skim along his ribs, her claws equal parts threatening and enticing. that's when she kisses him, a distraction, so he doesn't scare himself to death thinking about precisely what she's capable of. he won't do her any good as a corpse. her tongue is longer when it presses into his mouth. a little too dextrous.
despite the care she takes not to claw any critical parts of him, her kiss isn't gentle. she crowds him backwards again, now that he's bare. ]
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[ when she returns to him, she uses her most humanlike hand, with fingers that have elongated and gained additional joints, to cup over his erection. wetting her lips is an exercise in futility. the skin is too tough for it, not designed for such things.
her other appendages skim along his ribs, her claws equal parts threatening and enticing. that's when she kisses him, a distraction, so he doesn't scare himself to death thinking about precisely what she's capable of. he won't do her any good as a corpse. her tongue is longer when it presses into his mouth. a little too dextrous.
despite the care she takes not to claw any critical parts of him, her kiss isn't gentle. she crowds him backwards again, now that he's bare. ]