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[She's! Gonna! Do it! Boxer finds it in himself to get enough motivation to at least turn belly-up, moving his arm over so she has enough room to comfortably sit on the edge of the couch. He won't take his bite until she's settled, but when he does...]

Mmh! Are you an angel? 'Cause you're serving me a piece of heaven.

[Spoken with a lazy slur to his voice. It's never too late in a relationship for cheesy pick-up lines.]

I've secretly been the cheesecake angel this whole time, gifting the citizens of New Cloudbank with delicious treats that heal their souls and bring joy back to their lives.

[In other words ... No, never too late for cheesy pick-up lines, especially when they make her laugh.] I figured you'd love it.

[The only other dessert she can think of that's even more chocolate stuffed than this one is in a restaurant near her apartment - it's a seven layer chocolate tower cake, and even Nariko can't quite get through it. Which means it'd probably be perfect for Boxer.

But so is the cheesecake, a second bite arrives! Feeding him is actually kind of fun! Just don't ask her to explain why.]

I knew it. You were monsterkin all this time. A valkyrie of cheesecake...

[Not that Boxer fantasizes about Nariko being anything else than what she already is. Can't improve on perfection.]

You made a good call. This is exactly what I was craving.

[And to think she's got something even better hidden up her figurative sleeve. What, does she want to turn him into a writhing pile of tentacled horniness?

...Why even ask. Of course she does.]

Ohhh, a valkyrie!

[Hey, if she was going to be a monsterkin, that'd be one badass fucking option! But Nariko, despite how much she worries about how Boxer feels about it, does enjoy being human.]

I like to think I know you pretty well, handsome.

[Well enough to let the chocolate do its thing! And if he gets particularly horny then he's got a very, very willing partner within his vicinity! What could be better than a hot lady and dessert? Nothing. Well, maybe like eating one off the other or something, but.]

[One of these days, Boxer will get around to expressing to her how much he cherishes her human-ness. He likes being in love with a human more than anything else--if he was given the chance to change her into anything, he'd pass.

Not to say that he'd turn down the offer to have her dress up as a cat- or bunnygirl, despite the slight implication of erotica minstrel in this society, but...petplay without the animal bits just isn't the same.

Besides, Nariko has more of a libido than any bunny monsterkin he's ever met. And that's saying something. Speaking of which...]

So you know what you're getting into, feeding me this...

[But the problem is that he's feeling so relaxed and lazy thanks to her awesome massage...and one wonders how he's going to make those two desires work out. It also means that Nariko eating her cheesecake off of him is the more likely scenario.]

[Maybe if she met one they'd make her an honorary bunny based on sex drive!

Either way, she laughs, and sneaks a kiss to the very edge of his lips.] I love you, Boxer, but I don't think I'm getting into anything just yet. You're as docile as a fat cat in the sun. A handsome cat.

[And while in truth he's about as harmless as, y'know, a one kraken machine, she kind of gets that duality going on there. It's nice to be that calm, but you still kind of want to go for it at the same time. It's probably better to let the former instinct win out, it's not as if she's going anywhere.]

You have a point.

[Om nom nom. A sunbath sounds awesome too, but it's too late to do something like that.]

Was hoping I could talk you into 'driving'.

[Docile, lazy ass.]

[At least he can admit it easily enough.]

I think if you believe with your whole heart and say nice things about me and let me eat me my cheesecake while I do it, then I think that can happen.

[It really doesn't matter if she's driving him or the both of them or what. But the strawberry one doesn't taste good if it gets all lukewarm, it has to be just perfectly chilled, and then enjoyed to its fullest extent.]

While you do it? That sounds kind of fun, actually.

[Get fucked while watching her eat sounds like a dream.]

You want me to focus on something in particular tonight?

[He will sing her praises, don't even try him.]

[She'd worry about balancing a plate on him or something but that'd be about as difficult as keeping her phone on her boobs - ridiculously easy.]

I was kidding about that part! Saying nice things, I mean.

[She's trying him anyway, and since a piece (or maybe two, who knows) has been finished she sets the plate to one side while moving downward a bit. She hasn't figured out how this eating thing is going to work but that's why it's good to take things one step at a time.]

Like to think that I give you bits of positivity on the regular.

[And he does. He feeds off of positivity, and so does she. Such a vicious cycle.

It's probably two pieces, honestly. But his chest is broad and...somewhat flat, it's a little too built to call it that. All things considered, her cheesecake might be more stable sitting on his skin directly instead of on its plate.

Alternatively, she could make him stretch out his tentacles and make a flat surface on his mantle.]

You do, which is why you don't have to put in anything extra.

[Though with the night this has ended up being, the things they've sort of worked through ... Maybe extra positivity wouldn't hurt, especially since she'll really believe everything he says. She's too happy and emotionally vulnerable to do anything else. Speaking of his tentacles she's very delicate about placing them before she leans over to get her food. First she takes a big bite before deciding that his chest is the destination. It's a good excuse to get her tongue all up in his specifics. ]

Don't spill it. [It's a little cold as she slides her strawberry cheesecake from the place to his skin, and while her hand sneaks much, much lower she bends forward to lick at the dollop of whip cream in the same moment that her fingers grace over his entrance again. This time she's not apologizing for it!]

[Before she does anything of the sort, he lifts his arms up over his head and folds them behind it, allowing his pectorals to hold a curvaceous flex for her to enjoy in whatever capacity she wishes...]

Still, it's never a bad time to remind you how perfect you are...not that you'd forget, of course...

[At least he's a little more expecting it this time, so it comes less of a surprise. He just gives her a knowing raised brow.]

Like the way your skin looks and feels, the way you keep your hair, the way you talk...not to mention you're the most amazing being I've ever met. Dexterity, brains, curves...and how hungry and talented your holes are.

[It cannot be said that Nariko doesn't possess confidence, because she does. Of course she does. But Nariko's far from infallible and she's never been very good at accepting the way other people see her. So when Boxer's description makes her flush and bite at her lip it's not the result of shitty confidence.

It's that the woman he describes just can't be her, that's all.]

I didn't even think you noticed how I keep my hair.

[She's only deflecting a little bit here, while steadily working her fingers inside of him, though by now it's well tread ground, so it won't take long to work up to one, two, and three fingers over a span of time.]

[Of course it's her. It could only be her, in the way that she manifests in his mind.]

Are you kidding? I love your hair. I know how much work you put into it, and it always shows. --Mmh...!

[God it feels good to have her in him like this. It's like she can soothe him from the outside and in...]

[And his mind is such a positive place, and he's so damn earnest that she can't ever think that he would lie - not unless his life absolutely depended on it or something. She grins when he startles a little bit, and she also figures out how to get a bite of her cheesecake, it smears a little on one side of her face, and there's a little strawberry mousse on her nose.]

See, this is why I want to spend the rest of my life with you. The gigantic, metaphorical heart, the kindness and support are really nice, but you can't go wrong with a guy who actually notices your hair style!

[She works her fingers in carefully, working up to her actual goal, though she doesn't go anywhere near his prostate just yet. It's a sort of willful avoidance.] Guess that's why you never complain about how long I take in the bathroom.

Heh! Three hearts. [Duh. She knows. But he likes to remind her because--] All of which to love you all that much more.

[He pulls out his arm from behind him and reaches out to wipe the strawberry mousse off of her nose, holding his finger out to her so that she can lick it off.]

Imagine one of these days I will. The thing you've got your fingers stuck in--it's not really built to 'hold it in' for that long. Hopefully by the time that happens we're already used to sharing the bathroom together.

[He's so genuinely cheesy and sweet that she can't help giggling, though it's interrupted when she cleans his finger, Boxer doesn't get it back until she's kissed it, too!]

I think we'll be fine, I can shorten it up a little when needed. [And she can also complete most of her routine without a full mirror, it's that familiar to her!.] But speaking of fingers!

[Three is a good number! But what's better than that? Four. She's got chick hands so it's probably not a dramatic shift, but five would be, right? Her true (if somewhat spontaneous) goal is coming into focus!]

[With a fourth finger it doesn't make a difference in size, but he can tell where she's going with this and he has absolutely no complaints.]

Mmn...I like where this is going.

[His tentacles are shifting excitedly! He has to fight the instinct to lift them up to get his mantle out of the way for her but she has this on lock-down right now. When she adds that thumb, though, his back arches with delight and a few tentacles are helping themselves to cling to her in no particular way besides randomly.]

N-Nariko...!

[Awww yeah. That hits the spot, but he's still hungry for more...]

Figured you might.

[Her hands were just too small, so what could be better than that? Pretty much her whole hand, and since he's giving her a rather positive reaction then she can afford to go a little bit farther with the whole thing. If she was essentially guiding her arm into someone else's body it'd be a little concerning but that's one of the many upsides to having a large boyfriend: She's so small that it's probably impossible to hurt him without really putting some effort into it!

Which means that she's free to gradually sink her arm inward, over the curve of her wrist and heading to her forearm. It's not a strap-on or even his cock, but it'll work for now.

Also excuse her while she manages a bite of cheesecake!!]

Oh, God...y-your whole...

[Her whole hand! She's had plenty of room to work with up until this point, but now she gets a front-row seat to see (or more accurately, feel) his giant tentacle-dick come out to play. Not only does it end up all up in her personal space, but even from the inside she can feel the muscles contract and relax, the sensation of the hidden organ moving outward as she's surrounded by his hot, slick, and soft insides.

The only reason he's not squirming with delight is because he's gotta keep that cheesecake balanced on his chest. Cheesecake that she takes a bite of. God, why is she so hot. He lets out a little wanton whine.]

[Yeah, so, that's definitely new! At first she has no idea what's going on and she stops, more alarmed than anything else until Mr. Golden there has made himself inevitably well known and then it all falls into place. The best she can really do is try to give him enough room to move or lie wherever is best - she's really taking up a good deal of space that his dick would usually have to move around. She probably should have planned for that, but oh well.] The whole thing.

[Because despite the little hiccup she keeps going, which unfortunately takes her farther from her cheesecake, so he might be forgiven if he doesn't keep it still.] I really should have done this sooner.

[Because he really seems to be enjoying it.]

[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...

Figuratively.]

[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!

[Like a kid in a kraken candy store.]

[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.]

F-five second rule...

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