[Let's face it...even if it wasn't all up in her space just by default proximity, it'd probably be helping itself to her personal space anyway. But it's quite content to be pushed up against her body--especially between her tits--and gleefully threads itself between her thighs, hugging up tightly against her tightly-packed undercarriage to align itself along her spine and spiralling down her free arm.]
Wondering why you didn't!
[Because damn does this feel good. He wants to swallow her whole...
[So basically he's hugging her all over with his cock, which - it won't occur to her just then - is really very cute.]
It honestly never occurred to me.
[Which really is a shame, but she'll mentally berate herself for it later. Right now, well, she's kind of edging up to that figurative thought of his! She can finally reach in enough to very comfortably reach his prostate which, thanks to the near total uselessness of her hands alone, wasn't exactly possible before! Now that she's pulled off the goal, what does she do?
Explore, obviously!
She touches, wriggles her finger around ... There's actually no logic to it at all, she's doing whatever comes to mind and what might seem the most fun!] This is so much better!
[Yeah, if she didn't mind the mess he's making on her bicep. Especially when she really goes for his prostate, his precum gushes out like it was a button. His prostate is the size of her fist, so with her whole hand in there she can really give it a good massage--and the feedback is immediate. If she cares to, she could really milk him out...]
Oh, God...!
[As much as he'd like to behave and stay still, he really, really can't. He suddenly tilts to the side, and her little treat ends up rolling down his chest. The sensation startles him enough to reach his arm out and skillfully catch it.
Which means he has a cheesecake-hand now.
He lets out a nervous laughter, punctuated by short groans of pleasure, as he holds out his hand to her.]
[There's something about that incredibly expressive reaction of his that seems to fill her with a manic sort of energy, it wasn't as if Boxer was all stoic and mute but the man had a measure of control about himself all the time! Breaking that down piece by piece or in one quick motion is just so much goddamn fun, Nariko should almost feel bad about it.
She eats cake out of his hand while very shamelessly focusing on his prostate, instead. Rather than just haplessly squirming her fingers she tries different things - pressing, steady rubbing in wide circles then small ones, stroking in slow movements, anything that creates an undeniable sensation seems like a great idea.
And of course it's a waste to ignore the delicious cheesecake in his hand! Her tongue isn't made any less dextrous just because of what her hand is up to, her teeth might slip across his palm as she eats, but he's far more likely to catch her tongue slipping between his fingers. She's not going to waste a single crumb!]
[He laughs weakly at her pointing out the punchline of his terrible joke. It gets interrupted by a sharp gasp when she touches him just right--and he reaches, with his free hand, to the back of the couch to squeeze it, desperately trying to anchor himself down. He'll come in record time with all this special attention...
...although it kind of looks like he's already cumming, what with the quantity pouring out of him. It's the first proper prostate massage he's ever had and he's not really sure what to make of it, other than--]
[There's no point in being concerned about splatter one way or the other, the majority of her arm is completely done for and when he does actually come it's probably going to be something like a small tidal wave! But it's worth it to see him react this way.]
Don't think, just have fun.
[She licks the final bit of cream from the carve made between his thumb and forefinger, and repeats particular actions, an attempt to pin down what that 'just right' combination was, because she'll need to embed that into her memory until the end of time.]
[He's not gonna suggest that she drink it all, even though he kind of wants to see it--it's pretty salty, even for cum standards, and guzzling that quantity would be a challenge even for the fondest of swallowers.
Following her instructions, he whines again, letting out a series of incoherent noises as he writhes. Follow the noises and she'll find out just the right pattern for maximum cum-milking. He's probably put a lot of guys and girls into a similar situation--mind-blowing sexual bliss--and now the tables have turned.
Congratulations, Nariko. And through all of this, he still holds out her cheesecake for her! She has to...chase it down a little bit, considering his moving around, but it's still good, messy cheesecake.]
[Boxer, you're looking into it way too hard, the only reason she's not swallowing is because she can't do that and watch him at the same time! In fact she isn't even very concerned with her cheesecake right now, all that really counts is driving Boxer absolutely nuts with pleasure. If she were a more altruistic person Nariko could just say it's rightful payback, but really it's just intoxicating, it creates a single mindedness that drives her to work harder and faster than she thought entirely capable.
On top of that it seems to grant her a little bit of creativity because, hell, she's already fucking the man, so why not go for the other option, too?
The end of his lengthy cock is resting somewhere on her free arm, right? So it's not really a big deal to find the tip of it and put in her mouth, sucking furtively!
Really, really salty things enhance sweetness, so she'll just enjoy her cheesecake even more once he's gotten there.]
He doesn't notice what she's trying to pull off, as he's too preoccupied, reasonably, with her busy hand. But once she puts his sensitive tip in her mouth, he lets out a shriek as if she'd dunked him in ice-cold water. Even with how much sex they've had, and with Nariko's extensive knowledge of Boxer's (admittedly limited) mid-sex noises, she'll have never heard what's coming out of his mouth right now, which...honestly seems like noises of suffering pain more than anything else.
But it's not pain. It's the combination of feeling so perfectly good while a little unsettled by how much control Nariko has over his body, how he feels pleasure right now. But he trusts her utterly, so he has no real problem with this arrangement.
So when he comes, of course it's going to be one of the most powerful he's ever had. In fact, there's a little bit of a backdraft that threatens to rip his tentacle right out of her mouth if she doesn't have a good enough grip on it.]
[Yeah that does not sound positive at all and the instant he makes that noise she stills all over, it's part instinct and just part good fucking sense. There's such a thing as red herring sounds - Nariko makes them all the time when she's so over pleasured that she's literally crying right before orgasming - but it's definitely alarming when she's never heard it before.
It means that her grip is far too weak, and while her other hand has only slowed its movements inside of him the other just hands a little uselessly. Which ... Might end with him coming all over her face and neck and those other nearby parts? If so then it's alright, she'll remember to close her eyes and that'll be enough!]
Hey ...
[Is he - Okay? It's completely unsexy and probably ruins the moment to an insane degree but if she's hurting him then she has to at least keep relatively still!]
[When she stops he makes an actual noise of pain, and a tentacle comes up to slap abruptly at her thigh. It's not painful, but the noise is certainly alarming--his hand comes down from the back of the couch and waves at her impatiently.]
Don't stop don't stop don't stop!!
[Come on, Nariko, he's mid-orgasm! Don't ruin it like this, please!]
[This is - Okay, 'Don't stop' is pretty clear so even though she's genuinely worried it's probably better to go with what he's actually telling her to do. So she doesn't stop, she essentially chases after his cock to get it back in her mouth, this time she's quick to suck down far more than she had before.
And in the same measure she goes back to massaging his prostate quickly, and that combined with the lewd, but inevitable sounds her mouth made for one hell of a scene. But that's part of the intoxication, and while she's doing her best to get (and this time keep) him back on the right track it occurs to her to ease her thighs shut a little more, and sort of squirm them. That way she's not throttling his length but it's enclosed, hot, and her pajama shorts are pretty much out of the way so it's just her skin that he's rubbing on.
Anything that might help is a good idea, as far as she's concerned.]
[She's gotten pretty good at giving his oversized hose of a penis the attention it wants! Of course, Nariko's always been a fan of the full-body exercise, hasn't she?
His noises dissolve into a series of whimpers and whines when she starts tending to his prostate again, the gland subtly twitching and straining under her touch. They're easier to identify as pleasurable sounds than the earlier ones, and she still has at least a gallon of cum to attend to so he's clearly not done until it dries up. When it does, he's left panting and whimpering, eyes loosely closed as the rest of his body is slack, panting lightly.]
Don't...don't take it out yet...
[The afterglow with it right where it is is too good to miss out on--her hand gives a solid surface for his overworked prostate to rest against.]
[She's not entirely sure she wouldn't need a good five minutes to work her arm free of him, and that's just more effort than needed for most of anything right now. Instead the most that she does is free her mouth, obviously, though not without giving his gold length a mild, half-parting sort of lick. She doesn't say anything else for a good while, she kisses along his mantle and up to his lower stomach, keeping her encased arm very still.
It's incredibly tempting to ask if he's alright but he came enough to practically drench her whole body. She might need another shower, even though it won't help help lessen the temporary staining. ]
[That was a "Hell yeah, it sure was." His gold tentacle flicks against her bottom lip in mutual farewell, but right now that 'farewell' is just to release the hold he had on her and rest it around her idly.]
I feel like...I feel like I needed that more than I realized.
[That quantity alone...yeah, maybe that prostate massage was more than overdue.]
[It's probably a bit awkward but she rests her head on him, relaxes into the couch.] How long has it been?
[Now it's no secret that Boxer's had a lot of partners, and it's no big deal that some of them had been around during the same time as Nariko. With all those possibilities she doesn't even think to consider that this might be the first time, after all the only person in New Cloudbank more experienced than herself is Boxer!]
[He's her boyfriend why would she be worried about touching any part of him? ... Except for the breathing hole on his neck and just because she has to remember to be less bitey with Boxer, in general.]
[She doesn't, really, other than the fact that her arm is surrounded by tentacles that could eviscerate a man. He could effortlessly pull her arm out of her shoulder socket...you know, if he wanted to. Which he doesn't. He wants it to stay riiiiight there.]
I'm not gonna complain about that plan...
[She still has some cake left on his fingers, though.]
[She's still too tired to do much of anything but relax and talk, so he's in luck! But eventually she's going to need her arm back, so he should mentally prepare himself for that, maybe.]
Good, because I like this whole turning the tables kind of thing. [Which isn't to say that he's always been the dominant one, but it was a little difficult to be as versatile - she didn't have the reach or efficiency that he did. But this? It leveled the playing field quite a bit.]
I'll try to avoid the mess next time, though. [Although if they always have sex when they eat cheesecake she won't complain! She pulls at his hand to finish cleaning up, and know that her attention isn't split two different ways she can take her time with that.]
[Because good lord is that a lot. Forget the paper towels and lysol, they're gonna have to break out the mop for this. He sits up just slightly to take it all in.]
[Boxer why are you interrupting her hand licking, rude!!]
Uh, well.
[Hey, she's still got her shorts on. Her own mess is very much confined, though it won't be if she moves anything. So yeah, that's all him.]
It's not that bad!
[It's kind of that bad, but he ended up with the girlfriend who enjoys frenetic cleaning, so there's no use in worrying about it too much.] It won't take more than a few minutes to clean up! [More like twenty, but give back the cheesecake hand! She wasn't done sucking the flavor off.]
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Wondering why you didn't!
[Because damn does this feel good. He wants to swallow her whole...
Figuratively.]
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It honestly never occurred to me.
[Which really is a shame, but she'll mentally berate herself for it later. Right now, well, she's kind of edging up to that figurative thought of his! She can finally reach in enough to very comfortably reach his prostate which, thanks to the near total uselessness of her hands alone, wasn't exactly possible before! Now that she's pulled off the goal, what does she do?
Explore, obviously!
She touches, wriggles her finger around ... There's actually no logic to it at all, she's doing whatever comes to mind and what might seem the most fun!] This is so much better!
[Like a kid in a kraken candy store.]
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Oh, God...!
[As much as he'd like to behave and stay still, he really, really can't. He suddenly tilts to the side, and her little treat ends up rolling down his chest. The sensation startles him enough to reach his arm out and skillfully catch it.
Which means he has a cheesecake-hand now.
He lets out a nervous laughter, punctuated by short groans of pleasure, as he holds out his hand to her.]
F-five second rule...
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[There's something about that incredibly expressive reaction of his that seems to fill her with a manic sort of energy, it wasn't as if Boxer was all stoic and mute but the man had a measure of control about himself all the time! Breaking that down piece by piece or in one quick motion is just so much goddamn fun, Nariko should almost feel bad about it.
She eats cake out of his hand while very shamelessly focusing on his prostate, instead. Rather than just haplessly squirming her fingers she tries different things - pressing, steady rubbing in wide circles then small ones, stroking in slow movements, anything that creates an undeniable sensation seems like a great idea.
And of course it's a waste to ignore the delicious cheesecake in his hand! Her tongue isn't made any less dextrous just because of what her hand is up to, her teeth might slip across his palm as she eats, but he's far more likely to catch her tongue slipping between his fingers. She's not going to waste a single crumb!]
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...although it kind of looks like he's already cumming, what with the quantity pouring out of him. It's the first proper prostate massage he's ever had and he's not really sure what to make of it, other than--]
Are you--hff--gonna do anything about that mess?
['Cause it's only gonna go uphill from here.]
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[There's no point in being concerned about splatter one way or the other, the majority of her arm is completely done for and when he does actually come it's probably going to be something like a small tidal wave! But it's worth it to see him react this way.]
Don't think, just have fun.
[She licks the final bit of cream from the carve made between his thumb and forefinger, and repeats particular actions, an attempt to pin down what that 'just right' combination was, because she'll need to embed that into her memory until the end of time.]
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[He's not gonna suggest that she drink it all, even though he kind of wants to see it--it's pretty salty, even for cum standards, and guzzling that quantity would be a challenge even for the fondest of swallowers.
Following her instructions, he whines again, letting out a series of incoherent noises as he writhes. Follow the noises and she'll find out just the right pattern for maximum cum-milking. He's probably put a lot of guys and girls into a similar situation--mind-blowing sexual bliss--and now the tables have turned.
Congratulations, Nariko. And through all of this, he still holds out her cheesecake for her! She has to...chase it down a little bit, considering his moving around, but it's still good, messy cheesecake.]
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On top of that it seems to grant her a little bit of creativity because, hell, she's already fucking the man, so why not go for the other option, too?
The end of his lengthy cock is resting somewhere on her free arm, right? So it's not really a big deal to find the tip of it and put in her mouth, sucking furtively!
Really, really salty things enhance sweetness, so she'll just enjoy her cheesecake even more once he's gotten there.]
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He doesn't notice what she's trying to pull off, as he's too preoccupied, reasonably, with her busy hand. But once she puts his sensitive tip in her mouth, he lets out a shriek as if she'd dunked him in ice-cold water. Even with how much sex they've had, and with Nariko's extensive knowledge of Boxer's (admittedly limited) mid-sex noises, she'll have never heard what's coming out of his mouth right now, which...honestly seems like noises of suffering pain more than anything else.
But it's not pain. It's the combination of feeling so perfectly good while a little unsettled by how much control Nariko has over his body, how he feels pleasure right now. But he trusts her utterly, so he has no real problem with this arrangement.
So when he comes, of course it's going to be one of the most powerful he's ever had. In fact, there's a little bit of a backdraft that threatens to rip his tentacle right out of her mouth if she doesn't have a good enough grip on it.]
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It means that her grip is far too weak, and while her other hand has only slowed its movements inside of him the other just hands a little uselessly. Which ... Might end with him coming all over her face and neck and those other nearby parts? If so then it's alright, she'll remember to close her eyes and that'll be enough!]
Hey ...
[Is he - Okay? It's completely unsexy and probably ruins the moment to an insane degree but if she's hurting him then she has to at least keep relatively still!]
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Don't stop don't stop don't stop!!
[Come on, Nariko, he's mid-orgasm! Don't ruin it like this, please!]
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And in the same measure she goes back to massaging his prostate quickly, and that combined with the lewd, but inevitable sounds her mouth made for one hell of a scene. But that's part of the intoxication, and while she's doing her best to get (and this time keep) him back on the right track it occurs to her to ease her thighs shut a little more, and sort of squirm them. That way she's not throttling his length but it's enclosed, hot, and her pajama shorts are pretty much out of the way so it's just her skin that he's rubbing on.
Anything that might help is a good idea, as far as she's concerned.]
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His noises dissolve into a series of whimpers and whines when she starts tending to his prostate again, the gland subtly twitching and straining under her touch. They're easier to identify as pleasurable sounds than the earlier ones, and she still has at least a gallon of cum to attend to so he's clearly not done until it dries up. When it does, he's left panting and whimpering, eyes loosely closed as the rest of his body is slack, panting lightly.]
Don't...don't take it out yet...
[The afterglow with it right where it is is too good to miss out on--her hand gives a solid surface for his overworked prostate to rest against.]
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[She's not entirely sure she wouldn't need a good five minutes to work her arm free of him, and that's just more effort than needed for most of anything right now. Instead the most that she does is free her mouth, obviously, though not without giving his gold length a mild, half-parting sort of lick. She doesn't say anything else for a good while, she kisses along his mantle and up to his lower stomach, keeping her encased arm very still.
It's incredibly tempting to ask if he's alright but he came enough to practically drench her whole body. She might need another shower, even though it won't help help lessen the temporary staining. ]
So that was fun.
[To say the least.]
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Oof.
[That was a "Hell yeah, it sure was." His gold tentacle flicks against her bottom lip in mutual farewell, but right now that 'farewell' is just to release the hold he had on her and rest it around her idly.]
I feel like...I feel like I needed that more than I realized.
[That quantity alone...yeah, maybe that prostate massage was more than overdue.]
Feel a lot better...somehow. [Less...stuffed up.]
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[It's probably a bit awkward but she rests her head on him, relaxes into the couch.] How long has it been?
[Now it's no secret that Boxer's had a lot of partners, and it's no big deal that some of them had been around during the same time as Nariko. With all those possibilities she doesn't even think to consider that this might be the first time, after all the only person in New Cloudbank more experienced than herself is Boxer!]
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[Since they last had sex? Like...two days ago. Why, does she keep track of it?]
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[That's probably a little bit clearer.]
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[Soooo...never.]
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Then we should do it way more often!
[He's her boyfriend why would she be worried about touching any part of him? ... Except for the breathing hole on his neck and just because she has to remember to be less bitey with Boxer, in general.]
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I'm not gonna complain about that plan...
[She still has some cake left on his fingers, though.]
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Good, because I like this whole turning the tables kind of thing. [Which isn't to say that he's always been the dominant one, but it was a little difficult to be as versatile - she didn't have the reach or efficiency that he did. But this? It leveled the playing field quite a bit.]
I'll try to avoid the mess next time, though. [Although if they always have sex when they eat cheesecake she won't complain! She pulls at his hand to finish cleaning up, and know that her attention isn't split two different ways she can take her time with that.]
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Got some kind of plan...?
[Because good lord is that a lot. Forget the paper towels and lysol, they're gonna have to break out the mop for this. He sits up just slightly to take it all in.]
--oh my God. Did I make all of that?
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Uh, well.
[Hey, she's still got her shorts on. Her own mess is very much confined, though it won't be if she moves anything. So yeah, that's all him.]
It's not that bad!
[It's kind of that bad, but he ended up with the girlfriend who enjoys frenetic cleaning, so there's no use in worrying about it too much.] It won't take more than a few minutes to clean up! [More like twenty, but give back the cheesecake hand! She wasn't done sucking the flavor off.]
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Ugh...
[He lays back down, keeping his hand in Nariko's comfortable feeding radius.]
I'm too lazy to care right now.
[In fact, he should probably go to bed soon...once they take a shower.]
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