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Oh, is that the standard now? I have to talk you down from something stressful? [ Historically that has not been the case. ]

It's serious if you're interested.

Not talk me down. I would hardly be so cruel.

[She reaches out, grabbing his scarf to tug him closer.]

Just seems fair you help me...expel some of this stress, is all.

[ His tail wraps around her waist to drag her the rest of the way in. ]

I suppose that'd be only right. [ His hand lift to cup her face-- ] You do look lovely this way. [ --and then he bends down to kiss her. Since they have a history, he doesn't bother being slow and coy about it. ]

[She purrs.] I always look lovely.

[She kisses back, pressing close, already nipping at his lips. The conversations had their own stressors, but she's honestly been stressed a while for a number of reasons. No reason to not invite him to help out.]

That was the point, yes. [ She looks mostly the same, ergo, she looks lovely. ]

[ He won't make himself a big tease for once (at least not yet, never say never) so he spins them around to push her back to the wall, pressing close. Kissing back in such a way that invites Red Son to get her stress out as she likes. ]

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[Really, never say never, but that's fine. She can go along with this easily enough.]

[There is a small grunt as her back hits the wall, and she growls. A leg moves up to wrap around him, to keep him close, a hand going to bury itself in his hair, tugging a bit, her hand hand gripping the back of his shirt. She kisses him hard, getting more and more hungry by the moment, teasing teeth and tongue swiping over his lips.]

[ His hand tucks behind her knee to help her wrap him up, and then his hand drifts up her thigh, squeezing not all that gently when she nips at him. He bares his fangs against her lower hip, not as sharp as his vampire's but serviceable enough to be vicious, which he will be if she heals them both up after. ]

You want to move? [ He's not sure where she is on screwing in her lab, and it's not like it'd be difficult for him to portal them elsewhere. Can't say staying here doesn't have its appeal, though. ]

[Healings are always on the table, she just needs to be asked.]

[There's another growl at the squeeze, her leg tightening around him, pressing more against his mouth, tongue tracing over his fangs. Fingers running through his hair, mixed with a few tugs.]

Need candles. [She nips at his jaw.] Burnt monkey fur isn't very attractive. [So its his choice, she just needs the outlet.]

[ He dips his head back when she nibbles on his jaw. ] Mm, right. [ Macaque stoops down enough to hook behind her other knee and wrap both legs around him tightly enough that she won't trip when he walks her backwards through a portal. She'll end up still pressed between him and a wall, but in her bedroom this time. ]

[ With that settled, he swoops forward and bites high on her neck without prelude. ]

[One day, she'll have enough practice where she doesn't need the candles without risking burning her partner, but it'll take time. And probably deliberate practice.]

[Her other leg moves up around him, ankles hooking together to keep her up, nipping and kissing over his jaw as he decides. Grip tightening as there is a shift of perspective, but she can feel the outlet of the candles.]

[Then a gasp, candles lighting up she feels teeth in her neck, moaning and tilting her head for him.] Fuck, Macaque. [A soft whine, another tug to his hair, her other hand moving down to tug at his clothes, to get under them to feel skin.]

[ They managed without candles that first time after the masque, although she did say it was a challenge. Fair enough, although he's not entirely sure how much teasing she's got in her just now. Best find that out, hm? ]

[ He lets her tug frustratingly at his clothes for a short moment and then the light flickers dramatically as his spinning shadows remove his shirt. He pulls his teeth out of her neck to lick over the wound, nipping at it emphatically. His tail is still around her waist, its tip stroking up and down her flank from hip to ribcage. One of his hands shifts beneath her to hold her up and grope her ass in one convenient move, stretching his fingers to stroke her through her clothes. How much teasing are you up for? ("Not much, I'm in a hurry" is also a fine answer.) ]

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[It was possible to do, but it was certainly easier with the outlet. Let her focus fully on her partner instead of being divided in not roasting her partner.]

[There is a sound of appreciation when his shirt is gone, both hands moving to his chest. Feeling over his chest, fingers moving up to fun through his fur around his shoulders, then moving down, dragging down her claws lightly. Shivering at the lighter touch of the tail over her side.]

[Her breath hitches at the grope, hips rolling into his touch and then against him.] You're not as familiar with this kind of body, right? I'm not against you exploring. [She knows how how teasing he can be, but there are candles, and she welcomes her brain being made mush.]

[ He hisses lightly when she scratches, pulling back to shoot her an appreciative glance before kissing her hard. His fingers curl against her and he chuckles at the assertion that he's not familiar with bodies of this shape. No idea where she got that idea, but if she's saying she'd like to test the robustness of her candles, very well. ]

[ There's a distinctive tickle of magic in the air, which seeps into Red Son and should make her feel like she's pleasantly humming. ]

Just remember later that you gave me permission.

[ Another shift of the light and she'll find her pants off, and this time his fingertips stroke a long, lazy path against her skin. ]

[ It feels extremely good, knee-shakingly amazing, impossibly so for such a simple thing. Interesting, the little spells you pick up over the years. ]

[Most of the people Red Son know has been around Macaque were male, with Wukong as the focus, and she hasn't seen him do a lot of female shifting. It seemed fairly likely.]

[And its not like she's against testing the robustness of her candles.]

[There is another shiver at the feeling of magic, a look of curiosity.] You haven't made me regret giving you permission so far. But what did-

[Her pants her gone and then there were fingers against her skin. She's always been sensitive, its the touch starvation, but there was that sensitivity, and then there was whatever that was, pulling a startled moan from her, claws digging a bit more into his chest, legs tightening even more around him.] Shit, what was-

Hm? Did you have something to ask me? [ He swirls his fingers against her again, slowly, taking his time to find anywhere that might give her any pleasure and drawing out that turned-up-to-eleven feeling with exquisite intensity. She said to explore, after all. ]

[ Call him a one-trick pony, will you. ]

You'll like this spell. It feels that way, but you don't physically actually get worked up any faster. So you'll be that sensitive for what feels like forever until you find release. [ Have a devilish grin. ]

[She would say that wasn't what she meant to imply, but it's hard to get a clear thought with the sudden intensity. Her legs are tight around him, hands shifting up to grab at his shoulders, tugging at the thick fur as shock of pleasure courses through her.]

[She whines and shivers as his fingers wander, skin especially sensitive around her hips, shifting always makes the changed parts more sensitive, especially when she's less used to this form.] Th-that....you really weren't mean before- [There's a bit of a breathless laugh because oh. She's in trouble.]

Oh, I could be much worse. One of the lesser used variations of this one prevents you from getting off at all until the caster withdraws it. [ Sort of like that promise string only you're not in control of it whatsoever. ] I decided to give you a break. Since you've been stressed and all.

[ His hand roams while he talks, a lazy path from the small of her back over the swell of her hip and down the inside of her thigh. Nibbling along her neck until the collar prevents him from continuing, and then casually vanishing the rest of her clothing in a swirl of shadow so it's not in the way. ]

[There's a hard shiver at that spell.] N-not sure I should handle that quite. Yet. [It was one thing as a punishment, but this was more impulsive.] S-so appreciated.

[She arches against him, squirming as his hand wanders, a needy whine as his hand reaches her inner thigh, head thudding against the wall, more candles lighting. Allowing for a lot of dancing shadows around them. Shivering as her clothes vanish, head tilted further to give him access to his neck.] See? A l-lot more clear without...without clothes. [Her hands moving to clutch at his back.]

I'll work you up to it. [ This is murmured against her collarbone with dark promise. ] It has its uses. Like perhaps while MK and I are both having a go at you. [ Enjoy that image. ]

[ Speaking of enjoying images, Macaque presses forward against her and the gravity shifts, she'll find herself laying on her bed with Macaque above her. He pulls back, holding himself up with a hand pressed into the mattress over her shoulder, to give her a once-over. Make that a twice-over. ]

[ He leans close again, kissing her as his other hand rubs slow circles up the inside of her thigh. Close to where she'll be wanting it by now. ] You're gorgeous. [ He learned that compliments really do it for her, and it's perfectly honest anyway. ]

[That is certainly an image that pulls a whine from her, arching against his mouth.] He'd, ha, want to test the limits of that. The brat. [Definite affection, but MK has a tendency to want to meet challenges hard.]

[There is a squeak at the shift in gravity, feeling her back on the bed. Looking up at Macaque, and let's go of him for the mo,ent. Even as she wants to hold on, she lets her arms fall back to the bed so he can get a better look at her. Taking a second to breathe.]

[She shifts her legs lower, hooked behind his thighs, to keep herself close, but allow his hand to wander more easily. Kissing back eagerly, moaning as the hand drifts inward, squirming to try and get his hand closer to where she's already slick. Purring at the compliment, nipping at his lips.] You do deserve a pretty picture.

[ He couldn't agree more with her assessment of MK wanting to pounce on that opportunity like a lion on a gazelle. ] He and I have that in common.

[ Normally he wouldn't go for broke immediately, but with his spell it'll be as frustrating as it is relief, so Macaque's fingers make their teasing way up in response to her encouragement, slicking his fingertips and then rolling slow, wide circles to part her. If he doesn't know what he's doing with a body of this shape, he's faking it well -- going after the full complement of sensitive nerves rather than focus on finding one definitive spot. ]

Is that what you were after? [ He asks this against her lips, lingering a moment out of wanting to feel as well as hear her response, before kissing and biting his way down her neck, his teeth grazing her skin and occasionally digging in hard enough to draw blood. ]

I'm seriously wondering if it's, hm, a monkey thing. [She's sure Wukong is much the same.]

[Then he's touching her, and there's a gasping moan, feeling more akin to when she's cum a few times then near the start, nerves a blazing sensitivity that leaves her legs quaking. Her hands at first clutching the sheets by her head as she writhes, hips pressing closer to his fingers as they move over her, definitely reassessing how used to the female Macaque is. It's a disconcerting feeling almost, the intense pleasure she's sure would normally mean she was gushing, but her body reacting in a slower pace. Still getting slick under his fingertips, but not the mess she would associate with this intensity.]

[A hand let's go of the sheet to grab onto his back, claws digging into fur as a needy whine builds in her throat.] Y-yes. Like....like when you think I'm p-pretty. [It's a desperate murmur into the kiss, before tilting her head to give him ready access. Heart pounding, breathing heavy between his touch and the bites that make her hips jerk forward, hand tugging at his fur.] M-Macaque-

Oh~? [ His teeth are busy scraping along the curve of her breast, and he pauses to huff warm laughter on her skin. ] I was going to make my mouth more useful, but if you'd prefer a constant string of compliments detailing the various ways I find you attractive...

[ Actually-- ]

Or I could use telepathy, and do both.

[ His finger shudder against her while she thinks it over. ]

[There is another whine, Red Son arching under his teeth. A hand moving to his hair, running through it, before fingers trail over a ear. Biting her lip at the image of his mouth being more 'useful.']

[The fire flickers and flares, squirming under him. Lightly moving her thumb along the shell of his ear, the other petting and pulling the fur at his back. The thought of the compliments still coming while his mouth was where his fingers were-]

I-I feel like I've made you mad. You're v-very determined to leave me, hm, a mess. [A pause.] I. I want to try both.

[ Her touch on his ear reminds Macaque to lower his glamours, letting his six ears out for her to (gently) toy with if she likes. Another chuckle and he moves to kiss her again, hard and hungry. ]

< Not at all. > [ His mental voice is accompanied with warm affection, closer to the surface than it had been the last time they "spoke" this way. Without needing to repress his feelings for Wukong, he can let all that out. ]

< You can hardly blame me for liking the sight of you when you've been made a mess of. >

[ With that he slips away, sliding off the bed and onto his knees, hooking her knee over his shoulder and starting to kiss and bite his way up the inside of her thigh. ]

< Prop yourself on your elbows so I can see that pretty face while I take you apart. >

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