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[She kisses back, not as hard, not with every point of contact sparking along her nerves, but certainly hungry, fingers tracing delicately over his ears.]

[It's another shock as she feels the affection, face going red, candles flaring. She knew Macaque had some affection for her, he wouldn't let her call him friend if he didn't, but it's another to feel it, especially more clearly than when he offered comfort, and when she was desperate to feel his hands on her.]

[The feeling alone fulls a needy whimper from her, almost as potent as the magic has made touch.]

I-I suppose that's fair. [She's not trying to block her own mental voice, but it's also hard to focus on trying to respond back like that. Though the feeling of need and want and her own affection are certainly echoing in her mind. Watching him as he moved down, breathing getting heavier the closer he gets to where she desperately needs to be touched.]

[Her head dies fall back as he bites and kisses oversensitive skin, fingers gripping his hair briefly, hips angling to get closer. Another bolt of want and affection as the compliment, but she obeys. Moving her elbow under her to properly watch him, to let him see her, eyes looking a little dazed. Fingers lightly, carefully dragging claw tips against the back of his ears. Not enough to hurt, not at all, just enough to feel before she pulls her arm back to help steady herself.] Please....I need more. It feels like....like I've been teased for hours.

[ His ears flail and flick as she touches them, and he makes a little sound of approval as he makes his way up her leg, fangs scraping and scoring her skin, now and then biting down properly. ]

[ A bit of a mental "laugh" accompanies his voice. ] < I'm getting there. I thought you learned before that I reward patience in spades. >

[ Along with his voice there are other thoughts projected, a sharp pang of desire at the sight and smell of her, a series of images that flicker past like a too-fast slideshow, things he wants to do to her once he gets the chance, eagerness to fuck her that his aloof behavior belies. ]

[ He makes her hang on a few more moments, nosing and then biting the crook of her thigh before he gives her what she's been waiting for, his tongue laving its meticulous way along all the sensitive nerves his fingertips discovered. He makes a low sound against her, almost a purr, as the tip of his tongue traces her slowly. ]

< Where to start... we've covered your looks, but it bears repeating that seeing you like this, all flushed and wanting, is something that sticks with me. It's not so common for me to want someone over and over, I'm not sure if you knew that. > [ They've ended up in bed together quite a lot, and that's extremely rare for him. They have inordinate chemistry in ways he's not quite used to, but his mental projection indicates that he finds it rather agreeable. ]

Patience is h-harder like this. [She gasps sharply with each bite, hips trying to jerk before she stills then and makes the bite more ragged then intended.] Everything feels-so much.

[Then there is the rush of images and desires, her legs tensing against his shoulders, shadow and light dancing erratically around the room from the fires, her face going crimson. It makes her feel breathless, all of that in her head. Of course she knew he wanted her to a degree, at least enough to seek around a good time when it was convenient. It's another to feel how much, to know he is eager to do so.]

Oh fuck- [Her whole body jerks as she feels his tongue against her, heels digging into his back, shoulders hunching, fingers splayed, claws digging into the fabric below her. A loud moan spilling across her lips, feeling on the edge of cumming-]

[But she can't. Her body isn't there, even as slick leaks between her folds, eager, wanting, but not matching the oversensitive feeling that magic has left her in. She whines, low and long. Made worse as he talks because she didn't know that. She knew his laser targeted romantic interest, she hadn't known his sexual interest was more limited. To be a rarity for him does more to those flustered feelings.]

[A hand moves up to try and hide her face, feeling suddenly vulnerable with those feelings, but manages to pull away her hand after a moment or two, hands gripping hard at the sheets. There is the sound of tearing as she whimpers, tears pricking at her eyes.] I-I didn't. Know. Ah, it's...g-glad I could. P-please you. [She did mean it. She certainly enjoyed her time with him.]

[ Former laser focused romantic interest, that's gone now. It's freeing, how he doesn't have to clench down on every affectionate feeling he has anymore, how he can give more of himself to others now. ]

[ His hands grip her hips to yank her closer, claws pressing divots in her skin. There's a slight flash of disappointment when she covers her face. ]

< Don't hide. Watching you react is my favorite part. > [ No covering up, now. ]

[ Feeling how tense she is, and knowing how it is to be on the other end of this spell, he takes some measure of pity on her, ceasing his slow, teasing movements and revving up the intensity with his lips and tongue. Tracing and swirling over her swollen skin, purring loudly to let her feel the vibrations. Aiming to get her body caught up with her mind. ]

< It's not only your looks, though. Your intellect is undeniably attractive. What a genius you are, your creativity with your work. Your dedication. There's a reason I wanted to jump you after batting around ideas. >

[ Being smart is hot, okay. The thought makes him redouble his efforts, licking the eager wet out of her. ]

[There is a small yelp as she's yanked, feels the claws digging in, a bolt of embarrassment and heat at the pain mixed with reprimand.] S-sorry. I know. I-I'll do better. [Her grip tightens in the linen, to keep her hands down despite the urge to hide.]

[She didn't expect the feelings and compliments that were more than just her appearance. It was a devastatingly strong combo that was leaving her flustered as well as aroused.]

[Though those flustered feelings are being quickly dashed as Macaque shows her mercy, as the slow, taunting licks moved with more speed, determination, and the added feeling of his purrs. She curls forward, legs shaking against his back, a hand moving to grab his hair, holding on tight with the desperation that didn't want to risk him pulling away too soon.]

Ma-Macaque- [Her gaze gets a little cross eyed, dazed, the attention, the magic, the compliments all working their magic to wreck her. There is heat and want, his mouth falling open with moans spilling out, pulsing against his tongue, leaking enough that it'd pool on the bed if his tongue wasn't fast enough. Her lust thrumming in the mental link.] Please-please don't stop-m-more-

[ His fingertips sooth the areas on her hips where he perhaps grabbed her a bit roughly. Through the telepathic connection he conveys something like an apology, even if he's not really all that sorry since it goes with the territory when he gets worked up. ]

[ His true repayment of any minor ruffling of her feathers is to ruffle them all the more with his mouth, his tongue now relentless in making clear how thoroughly he's mapped out her most sensitive spots. ]

< I have no intention of stopping. You're incredibly easy to compliment. As easy as I find getting along with you in other ways. I'd say that it's been a long time since I could be so honest with someone, but I'm not sure I've ever been able to. >

[ Not even with Cole. Sure he tells Cole a lot, but there's a certain amount of holding back that happens so he doesn't come off like a dick. ]

< Right now the looks are edging out the rest, with the way you're coming unraveled. I'm not cruel enough to stop what I'm doing, never fear, but if you only knew how much I want to climb up there and see what reactions you'd have to getting properly fucked. > [ A series of feelings and images that convey this as well. He growls against her, rougher and less polished than his purring. ] < I can't wait to have all those little sounds you're making right in my ears. >

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Its fine. [Gasped out at the apology. It was very much unnecessary, not when she enjoyed pain mixed with pleasure. Candles flaring, flustered, but images of marks felt by claws and teeth come with a feeling of want all the same. Any seeming distaste coming more from embarrassment or uncertainty of experience versus lack of enjoyment.]

[She lets out a keening whine, leaning hard on her elbow to keep from falling back, legs kicking just a bit to keep herself in a position he can see. She had definitely been wrong to think he was inexperienced when it came to the female form, her body shaking and she's not sure if its the magic, or if her body had finally caught up to the sensations her mind were telling her were there.]

[Made all the more intense at that admission.] Mac- [There's a purr, mixed with gasping cries, aborted chants of his name. But there is a feeling of mutual agreement. Affection. It was easier to be honest with Macaque. To not worry if she'll say the wrong thing or not. It was a freedom she was unused to around people and she was so grateful to have him.]

[Her noises pitch louder at the growl, head bowing to the side less to hide as it was harder to keep herself properly propped up. The sensations, the emotions, the images, it was all forcing her rather quickly to the edge, throbbing under his tongue, hips into his movements.] W-want that. [Intense want and hunger, meeting those images of her own, to feel more than his tongue.] Want you to fuck me- [Her fingers are tight in his hair, body shuddering on the edge.]

[ Something pangs through the connection at the abbreviated way she says his name, a feeling that is both very new and unspeakably old -- she essentially turned his name into a nickname, and his reaction is intensely positive. Both in the feeling of intimacy it gives the moment, and because he never thought anyone other than The Obvious would have enough closeness with him to do that. Were this Before then his feelings about this would be complicated to say the least, but with him being over Wukong it leaves room for things like this, and Macaque finds that thought very agreeable indeed. The affectionate feedback loop is a riptide that's both strong and welcoming and he sees no reason to fight that. ]

[ At her admission, he pulls his mouth away immediately, and before she can ask or think anything about it, his tail wraps around her waist and lifts her enough to turn her over onto her hands and knees. He could claim that he misunderstood her meaning, not quite grasping that she may not have meant 'fuck me now' but the impish anticipation and cresting need the connection conveys demolishes that image entirely. ]

< As you like. > [ No sooner is she perched on the bed than he climbs up behind her, shadows whirling around them to vanish the rest of his clothes, and then he grips her hips again and leans over so his chin rests on the back of her shoulder and he slides into her in one gliding movement, one hand falling to balance him on the mattress while the other remains on her hip. One benefit of her being in this form is that with as much slickness as he already coaxed out of her, there's no need to go about this slow and careful. Which is very good, because his thoughts don't leave much room for either, and the way he yanks her backwards onto him echoes that. ]

[ He murmurs a curse against her shoulder and his tail winds its way around one of her thighs while he makes a point of showcasing how much he's been wanting this. The telepathic connection remains open despite his mouth being free other than scattered kisses he plants on the nape of her neck and along her shoulder, as he finds himself unwilling to give it up. Not incidentally it also lets him feel her reaction even quicker than she can express it vocally or with her movements, and respond accordingly -- meaning, do the same again, harder and faster. ]

[There's a pang, and takes a moment. Nickname? She supposed she hadn't used just Mac before-]

[Though the thought doesn't get further, more an idle thing with how overworked her nerves are, when she's on edge. And certainly stops when he pulls away, the sound she makes is loud and desperate and nearly a sob. She had been so close and as she opens her mouth to protest or beg, one of those, the tail is around her and she's on her hands and knees.]

[The candles flare bright, and its embarrassing how much the sudden position gets to her, derailing her thoughts a moment before she feels hands on her hips, a strong chest and fur at her back, and then that sudden, blessed feeling of fullness.]

[Her arms give out, cheek pressed to the mattress as she does actually sob this time, throbbing tight around him at the sudden intrusion, but she really is slick enough that even with the tightness, its easy to push in.] Mac-fuck-Mac-pleasepleaseplease! [Its hard to fully meet his thrusts with how shaken she is, but she still tries anyway, moving with those hands tugging at her hips, mewling and purring as she feels the kisses on her back, trying to arch back into the affection.]

[It really doesn't take long to come undone, crying out his name as her orgasm rips through her, intense from the attention and magic, made all the more slick even as her body pulses around him, as if trying to suck him in. Everything feels sensitive, overwhelming.] Do-don't- [A mental plea to not stop.]

[ He leans down with her when she half collapses onto the mattress, his tail and knees nudging her stance wider, a moan stifled against her shoulder when she throbs around him. Pulling her back against him in the same rhythm that's getting this response, not speeding up despite how very much he wants to, breathing ragged from the effort at holding back but knowing she needs that relief after the spell and his teasing. ]

[ His fingers wind through her hair and his grip turns her head just enough so he can kiss her through his panting, open and demanding. There's a surge through the mental connection as she begs him not to stop and so he doesn't, instead shoving in hard and then grinding against her before starting to move again, faster now. Nipping at her ear as best he can despite coming unglued rather quickly himself. Normally he'd slow down, draw it out, but with her asking him to keep going he's nearly helpless to not comply. Maybe it's that this is the first time he's really felt unburdened in so, so long. ]

[ He certainly understands the tendency to shorten names to one syllable when you're overwhelmed and feeling drunk on closeness and telepathic affection, which he discovers as he groans against her neck, ] You feel so fucking good, Red, you're beautiful like this-- [ He promised he'd compliment her, after all. ]

[She moves with his guidance, breath hitching, and squirming a bit at the feeling of his soft tail against sensitive skin. There was a little more clarity after her orgasm, but not much, not when he listens to her request to keep going.]

[She turns her head to meet his lips, giving into his demands, a shaking hand reaching back to glide through his hair, and stopping behind his ears, lightly rubbing at the back of them. Careful to keep her claws away this time, not risking it with how unsteady she feels. Mouth opening for his, whining as she can taste herself on his lips and tongue.]

[There's a gasp as he thrusts in hard, toes curling, fingers clutching at the sheets and his hair as her head flops back against the bed. Open mouthed pants and whimpers leaving her as she looks back with a teary eye. Purring as teeth nip at her ear, shifting to the most sensitive bull features, her tail wrapping around his waist. Feeling his own need in his movements and the telepathic communication and there is another bolt of excitement.]

[She wants him to lose it. Unsure as to the cause for this unburdened feeling, but wanting to embrace it all the same. An invitation to let go, use her as he liked. Especially if he's going to keep complimenting her like that.] You feel s-so good, Mac...

[ He makes a low, guttural sound when she strokes his ears and his hips jerk forward in a way that isn't entirely intentional. At the feel of her tail around him, his tail unwraps itself from her leg in favor of twining around hers, remembering that it's sensitive. Then his hand leaves her hair in favor of making one long path from her thigh up her stomach and over toe curve of her breast before finally making its way into her hair again. ]

I wish I could touch all of you at once. [ Granted he could use shadow clones, but that's not really something he feels in the same way. ] You're perfect like this, inviting, so easy to be with--

[ He might have gone on, but that overwhelming unburdened feeling catches up quick, and then he's yanking her back and snapping his hips forward, breath held for a long moment before rushing out in one quick rasp just as he spills into her. ]

[ Then a quiet groan as he slows to a stop, and murmurs another curse against her lips before he slips away and half-relaxes, half-collapses beside her onto the bed. His tail and the arm he's not laying on give her a little tug, encouraging her to curl closer, pleasant source of heat and affection that she is. ]

[Its different. Its definitely different this time, less plotted out, not quite so played like a fiddle. Still overwhelming and good in the best way, and there is definitely something to feeling like Macaque is giving more into instinct and want this time that leaves her knees feeling weak and grateful for his hold.]

[Her tail twines with his, purrs rumbling in her chest, as she writhes under his touch, pressing against his hand, head tilting back as she feels the tugs.] Mac- [The compliments are almost as overwhelming as the touch, but there's a change, yanked back with a cry, pressed deep, feeling him spill inside her, and there's another broken cry at the feeling, muffled by his lips.]

[She's breathing heavily and as soon as he isn't holding her up, she slumps down to the mattress, eyes closed, face blushed, breathing heavy. Everything feels heavy. Until she feels the tug, and then she moves, curls against him, pressing her face into his collarbone, tail twined with his, an arm managing to curl over his side. A contented purr mixed with soft pants.]

[ He'd agree, it's different this time. The still-active telepathic connection conveys this wordlessly, although it might be a challenge to tell over the way his mind is humming with echoes of pleasure as orgasm turns to afterglow. If he knew that getting past Wukong would do this he'd have worked to get it done ages ago. ]

[ His arms and tail wrap around her and he kisses the top of her head, just idle affection as his panting starts to even out and he melts into the warm haze that wants to envelop him, making his limbs loose and his mind sluggish. ]

Damn. I think I needed that. [ In so, so many ways. ]

[It is hard to tell, though a little easier when she suspects. Why its different, she doesn't know. Maybe Macaque isn't immune from being effected by the emotions in the connection....?]

[Its hard to really thinking too hard about it though. Not when everything feels loose and heavy and she's curled up with another body that feels cool to her, that helps even out the heat inside her. When the stress is given a more physical outlet to melt away. She sighs, nuzzling against his shoulder.]

Hm, glad I could help. [With. Whatever is going on.] It helped me. Felt really good. Less...wound up.

[ He cuts off the telepathic connection once he remembers to, it's no longer needed and as nice as it sounds to leave it on, eventually he'll accidentally confess something about getting his brain toyed with. ]

Yes, well. That spell does that. [ He nuzzles through her hair, not minding the heat she gives off. ] Hopefully it was worth the frustration.

[Its kind of disappointing to lose, but its for the best. The feelings are nice, but they're also a lot to deal with, even if its not as overwhelming as when Saya does it to her.]

It was. A good way to absolutely lose it. [There is a bit of a small chuckle.] Though I'm going to get an association at this rate...everytime I have sex like this, people want to overwork my nerves.

[Its not REALLY a complaint, but it is a funny pattern.]

Sounds like you're coming out ahead, then.

[ He chuckles as well, the sound warm and round. ] You did challenge me a bit. Assumed I wouldn't know what to do with you, hm?

I assumed you'd have some idea. Just...not as much as you do with the male form. [She blushing and now she's more like burrowing against his shoulder.]

[ He pets through her hair and kisses the back of her head as she burrows. ]

I've been alive a long time, and I spent a not insignificant portion of it trying to get past a lot of Wukong-related things in some form or another. Before him, it was looking for cheap thrills. I wasn't terribly picky about who it was with or what shape they had. Not always emotionally fun, but it did gain me enough experience to have physical fun with.

[ But as he said that wasn't really about attraction, it was about working things out in the only way he could think to. It was about figuring out his attractions, more or less. ]

Noted.

...you did seem to have more emotional fun this time. [Which was. Surprising.]

Oh?

[ He knows fully well what she's talking about, but he needs a second to think though the haze. ]

I was holding a lot of myself back, I suppose. Sort of like someone flinching away from something painful, I was keeping my feelings locked down pretty tight so I didn't lose my mind. There's a lot of reasons I'm glad I got over Wukong, finally.

...Sorry if it was too much. [ It didn't feel like it was, but maybe that was the heat of the moment or something. ]

Getting emotions that directly is always a lot. Its less overwhelming than my other experience. [It was still A Lot, but less.]

But I suppose it is that flinching. I don't know how to react to those feelings, so they always make me feel like I'm drowning a bit. In a more positive way? [Analogies are hard when in an afterglow.]

Mm, I know what you mean. Not by way of telepathic connection, but overall. I'd say you get used to it, but my getting used to it was a very mixed blessing. [ Because he stopped being too infatuated for the cracks to show. ]

It'll be different for you. You have two people who love you and are willing to tell you so, probably three once you get there. Nothing I ever had. I'd imagine that sort of thing matters.

Probably? Its really my first foray into relationships, so I'm rather far in the deep end.

They're worth trying to figure it out, of course. So I hope it goes well, but it is mostly going blind.

Though now that you're able to move on, you might have better luck. Wukong is blinding, but there are other blinding people, if your standards are always for someone who stands out that much.

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