[Oh, sure, sure...Boxer's mouth is big enough to probably catch it all in one go. But where's the fun in that? He definitely catches most of it, letting fill his mouth naturally--but he intentionally lets some of it dribble down his sharp chin, all while he (on his end, anyway) keeps unwavering eye contact with her as the marriage of their fluids drip down into his lap.
It might not be a complete record orgasm because he's gonna make a show of closing his full mouth and swallowing it all in one slow display, tilting his head back so she can watch it as it the lump slides down his throat. Then his gold tongue does a sweep to clear his lips of as much as he can reach with it, wiping the rest off with his thumb and slowly licking it off of that as well.
He knows he's leaving her hanging, but her wait will not go unrewarded. Since she's still soaked in their mutual cum, he throws her into the deep end by pushing two of his fingers--each large enough to be the size of an overly-endowed man--into her soaking cunt. It's not like she could be possibly any more lubricated than she is right now!]
[You'd think after this long she'd have fully accepted just how much he comes and how much she adds to it but it's like a contained time loop - no matter how many times it happens and no matter how much proof she's got, it'll always be amazing. So while she does struggle to maintain eye contact at first and her expression has that hazy, blissed out quality to it, her awareness sharpens dramatically to watch him swallow, and catch the trails made on his skin.
Goddamn, it's beautiful.
And so is the instant gratification he gives her in that moment. Again, she barely keeps her volume down, but it's a sharp his, a dark groan rather than the all out whine it really deserves to be. Bless his fingers and even more than that bless his size overall.]
M-More! [She's wetter than a flooding river - he can push beyond her usual limits!]
[More, huh? He can do more. Her position will shift as his tentacles reorient her, bringing her hips lower down and her legs utterly spread eagle. Thank heaven the stall is extra wide!
Hopefully she's ready for the rapid stretch, too. He pulls his two fingers out and adds a third, immediately sinking it into her as deep as it can go, rotating and stirring her up for a moment before pulling back out to add his fourth finger to the bunch, taking a little more time to drill them into her, going deeper and deeper until she's stretched over his knuckles up until the web of his thumb. He braces his other hand around her outer thigh, looking up at her to try to figure out if she wants to be fucked like this...or take the next and largest step.]
[There's really no such thing as being ready for Boxer, but that's the fun part.
Three is okay enough, there's only a brief sting and, really, there isn't any real trouble with the fourth either aside from the immediate, almost alarming sensation of holy shit how can a body be this full. But honestly that was the goal, there's nothing like finding your limits and pushing at them even more even if it does make her writhe more than a bit wildly, as much as she can within the grip of his tentacles. It's a good thing they can hold her like she's a feather.]
Why -- Why'd you stop?
[Look, it's more than a little difficult to be cheeky when your cunt is stretched to it's human limits and you're panting like an animal in heat, but somehow! Somehow Nariko pulls it off, though it might only exist in the tiny quirk of her lips and the breathless laugh.
[Because, to them, she is. These things are capable of breaking boats in half with ease, after all.]
Mmm...
[But he's not very fond of breaking people. He's giving it thought and his thumb is...significantly thicker than the rest, and he can feel her already stretched to her limit. Boxer would much rather stretch her over his dick, which has a soft and even graduation, during a softer moment where they can take their time and really savor it.
A public bathroom is neither the place nor time to practice stretching.
(It's nice that he got off earlier, or else his logic wouldn't have been so sound.)]
Just waiting for the green light.
[Don't fret though, Nariko, that doesn't mean you'll get second-best. He drills and thrusts his hand into her, with enough force that she recoils in the tentacles' grip. Boxer leans forward enough so that he can lick at her stretched cunt, eventually coming up and giving her clitoris the attention it deserves.]
[Boxer why would you make her halfway regret getting you off. That's awful. Except not entirely because he's probably exercising better judgement, saving some of her internal parts and being a very good, thoughtful man. She doesn't have the mind to take their environment into consideration anymore than she can object to the course of action that he does go with, because it's a damn good one.
There's a slip of a laugh in there, half a second before he jolts her limbs in place, that alone would have been enough to get here there but any semblance of eating her out is just unfair. Whether she likes it or not, or even means to she starts to squirm, and the hand that was once braced on the wall scratches at it uselessly.]
Boxer! [She's done for, it's already there in her voice and the way her fingers card through his hair directly before she comes, because he clearly needed another little mess to clean up!]
[And a mess is exactly what he wanted. To be honest, he wasn't entirely cleaned up from the last one. But cleaning up the combination of both new and old mess is the perfect thing to do while she rides the waves and aftershocks of her orgasm, right? A warm, giant tongue lapping her up and making sure she's perfectly clean...]
Now that was the dessert I was looking forward to.
[Fingers still deep inside of her, he uses his extra hand to grab some toilet paper to blot off the mess that landed in his lap. When she's got a clean landing place, he slowly rocks his hand to and fro so that she can come back from the stretch gently.]
[Somehow she gets that out with a deliriously pleased little giggle. Will he ever not be the king of one liners? Probably not. And for as gentle as Boxer (always) is there's a little bit of a sting with the movement of his fingers, maybe she pushed it just a little too quickly but worse things in life could happen!]
Cuddles.
[He's still got her in the air! Which makes it pretty hard to get her arms around his neck for hug/cuddling.]
[So demanding! Not really, cuddling is most definitely his next objective but he wants to get his fingers clean, which comes through a combination of licking them off and wiping them off with toilet paper. Then he puts her in his lap, perpendicular to his sitting position so he can support her back with his arm. His other arm grabs the blanket that shifted off his lap when the tentacles came out to play, wrapping both of them in a comfy little blanket-burrito of warm cuddles.]
[Totally missed the opportunity to have her lick them! She hasn't met her tongue quota for the day by far! But oh well, when he's sufficiently cleaned up and she's positioned on his lap she curls herself inward a little, all smiles. The addition of the blanket just makes it even better.]
We're cuddling in a bathroom.
[Now, it's a very clean bathroom, to be fair! She can smell the faint hint of lysol! But still, there's something weirdly hilarious and fun about it.] You're great.
[There will be plenty of opportunity to lick later. The day is still young. Very young.]
You're great too.
[Because he's got a magic trick to show her: mobile cuddling! She gets him, his arms, and the blanket and the warmth it carries, all to herself--while two chosen tentacles manipulate the bathroom doors and the wheels. They get to cuddle and tour! That do anything for the rating?]
Excuse her while she gets nice and settled, and even double checks to make sure the blanket is covering as much of him is possible and logical. Once that's done, then she's ready to half-assedly guide them.] Gift shops! I still need a toothbrush. Or something like that.
[She just remembered to remember that she forgot something she needed, and gift shops are create places to get tacky souvenirs, and who doesn't love those?]
[One wonders what he has to do to reach that coveted perfect 10.]
You got it.
[It's a leisurely little roll that they do to get to the shopping deck. Lo and behold, there's a little shop more like a quick-mart than a gift shop with toiletries, over the counter type medication, sunscreen and lotion, paper goods, and so on.]
Oh, this is perfect.
[The question is, how fancy does she get with her oral hygiene?]
[Who knows, but it probably involves buying her jewelry or something.]
Nice! [She'd expected something much, much smaller and ... Useless. But this is even better!] Do they have a battery operated one? Normal brushes aren't good enough. [Relatively fancy, in terms of oral hygiene.] While Boxer guides them she starts to grab the most random little items: Keychains, air fresheners, a little notebook, pens, etc.
They might be weighed down a little more before they can make it to the mouth aisle!
[Electric toothbrush, fancy? Nonsense. He uses one! Mostly because plain plastic ones aren't big enough to get his farthest teeth. Gotta keep those razor-sharps clean!]
Hope so.
[He doesn't mind the extra goodies, because they're useful! ...except the keychains, that one's kinda lost on him. And air fresheners...? He leers at them warily.]
[They just finished eating and she reaches for a can of root beer. This is nonsense.]
Of course not.
[She gives him a bit of an odd look because ... What a strange question! In truth it smells in their room! But it's, like, the ocean and the faint hint of Febreeze, normal stuff like that! It's not bad so why ... Oh.] What, these? [She holds them up.]
Boxer, these are for my purses. [Her multiple, multiple purses in her suitcase and back home.] I cut them into pieces and put them in the little pockets so it always smells nice. I've never seen 'Tropical Cabana' before!
[So she's getting two! They last forever even when cut, so it's worth it to get multiples.]
[You know you can just order root beer up to their room when they want it, right?]
Oh. Oh! That's clever.
[And also something he would have never thought of because he doesn't own any purses or man-purses as the case may be.]
Hey, look.
[Beside the menstrual products! Condoms and lube. After a brief moment where he takes mental inventory of them, his attention is brought back to the menstrual products.
...what are we gonna do when you're on your period...?
And excuse you boyfriend she wanted to discuss why you thought she would passive aggressively grab a scent tree instead of talk to you like an adult!!!! Except that's a very valid question, one that she had questioned briefly at the table before they got all distracted.]
Well. [She grabs some lube, because even though her pussy does a great imitation of a river at times it never hurts to have around.] I have no idea!
[So helpful. Much knowledge.] I mean, I guess the best course of action is to switch my implant so I don't get one at all.
No, being passive aggressive was never Nariko's habit, but he does wonder sometimes if he smells a little bit too much...fish...and he's gone nose-blind to it. And he does, sometimes, especially coming back from working with the fishmongers. But not right now! Not right now.]
That might be a long-term solution, but what'll we do in the meantime? [If she really wants to commit to this.] Just for prosperity's sake, I'm not squeamish about blood.
[Again...apex predator. Actually, blood might get him going more than anything else. So it's really a question of her comfort!]
[Y'know. If there was ever a topic that Nariko never imagined might come up with her boyfriend it was definitely period. And beyond that, it was certainly the possibility of banging while she was on her period. It's completely fair, since to get a new one put in she'll have to go a while without anything at all, wait for the new round and then get it in. Theoretically there'd be a time period for it.]
I've never ... Not then, anyway.
[She's struck by caution and curiosity in equal parts. Has he done it with women while they're bleeding or does he just know he's cool with it? How stupid is she going to look if she asks him (a dude) what that's like .... Maybe he banged light bleeders or something, and it wasn't messy?
[It's cool that he eats sharks but the sight of one would absolutely terrify her and then she'd not only be bloody and crampy but also sobbing a bit. But if she gets the chance to see him punch a shark that'd be so cool.]
We can always cuddle under the electric blanket, especially when my boobs hurt.
[Nothing makes her cuddlier than an aching chest, okay.]
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It might not be a complete record orgasm because he's gonna make a show of closing his full mouth and swallowing it all in one slow display, tilting his head back so she can watch it as it the lump slides down his throat. Then his gold tongue does a sweep to clear his lips of as much as he can reach with it, wiping the rest off with his thumb and slowly licking it off of that as well.
He knows he's leaving her hanging, but her wait will not go unrewarded. Since she's still soaked in their mutual cum, he throws her into the deep end by pushing two of his fingers--each large enough to be the size of an overly-endowed man--into her soaking cunt. It's not like she could be possibly any more lubricated than she is right now!]
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Goddamn, it's beautiful.
And so is the instant gratification he gives her in that moment. Again, she barely keeps her volume down, but it's a sharp his, a dark groan rather than the all out whine it really deserves to be. Bless his fingers and even more than that bless his size overall.]
M-More! [She's wetter than a flooding river - he can push beyond her usual limits!]
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Hopefully she's ready for the rapid stretch, too. He pulls his two fingers out and adds a third, immediately sinking it into her as deep as it can go, rotating and stirring her up for a moment before pulling back out to add his fourth finger to the bunch, taking a little more time to drill them into her, going deeper and deeper until she's stretched over his knuckles up until the web of his thumb. He braces his other hand around her outer thigh, looking up at her to try to figure out if she wants to be fucked like this...or take the next and largest step.]
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Three is okay enough, there's only a brief sting and, really, there isn't any real trouble with the fourth either aside from the immediate, almost alarming sensation of holy shit how can a body be this full. But honestly that was the goal, there's nothing like finding your limits and pushing at them even more even if it does make her writhe more than a bit wildly, as much as she can within the grip of his tentacles. It's a good thing they can hold her like she's a feather.]
Why -- Why'd you stop?
[Look, it's more than a little difficult to be cheeky when your cunt is stretched to it's human limits and you're panting like an animal in heat, but somehow! Somehow Nariko pulls it off, though it might only exist in the tiny quirk of her lips and the breathless laugh.
Reach for the stars, boyfriend.]
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Mmm...
[But he's not very fond of breaking people. He's giving it thought and his thumb is...significantly thicker than the rest, and he can feel her already stretched to her limit. Boxer would much rather stretch her over his dick, which has a soft and even graduation, during a softer moment where they can take their time and really savor it.
A public bathroom is neither the place nor time to practice stretching.
(It's nice that he got off earlier, or else his logic wouldn't have been so sound.)]
Just waiting for the green light.
[Don't fret though, Nariko, that doesn't mean you'll get second-best. He drills and thrusts his hand into her, with enough force that she recoils in the tentacles' grip. Boxer leans forward enough so that he can lick at her stretched cunt, eventually coming up and giving her clitoris the attention it deserves.]
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There's a slip of a laugh in there, half a second before he jolts her limbs in place, that alone would have been enough to get here there but any semblance of eating her out is just unfair. Whether she likes it or not, or even means to she starts to squirm, and the hand that was once braced on the wall scratches at it uselessly.]
Boxer! [She's done for, it's already there in her voice and the way her fingers card through his hair directly before she comes, because he clearly needed another little mess to clean up!]
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Now that was the dessert I was looking forward to.
[Fingers still deep inside of her, he uses his extra hand to grab some toilet paper to blot off the mess that landed in his lap. When she's got a clean landing place, he slowly rocks his hand to and fro so that she can come back from the stretch gently.]
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[Somehow she gets that out with a deliriously pleased little giggle. Will he ever not be the king of one liners? Probably not. And for as gentle as Boxer (always) is there's a little bit of a sting with the movement of his fingers, maybe she pushed it just a little too quickly but worse things in life could happen!]
Cuddles.
[He's still got her in the air! Which makes it pretty hard to get her arms around his neck for hug/cuddling.]
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[So demanding! Not really, cuddling is most definitely his next objective but he wants to get his fingers clean, which comes through a combination of licking them off and wiping them off with toilet paper. Then he puts her in his lap, perpendicular to his sitting position so he can support her back with his arm. His other arm grabs the blanket that shifted off his lap when the tentacles came out to play, wrapping both of them in a comfy little blanket-burrito of warm cuddles.]
There we go.
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We're cuddling in a bathroom.
[Now, it's a very clean bathroom, to be fair! She can smell the faint hint of lysol! But still, there's something weirdly hilarious and fun about it.] You're great.
[Afterglow level: 8.5]
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[There will be plenty of opportunity to lick later. The day is still young. Very young.]
You're great too.
[Because he's got a magic trick to show her: mobile cuddling! She gets him, his arms, and the blanket and the warmth it carries, all to herself--while two chosen tentacles manipulate the bathroom doors and the wheels. They get to cuddle and tour! That do anything for the rating?]
Where to next, captain?
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Excuse her while she gets nice and settled, and even double checks to make sure the blanket is covering as much of him is possible and logical. Once that's done, then she's ready to half-assedly guide them.] Gift shops! I still need a toothbrush. Or something like that.
[She just remembered to remember that she forgot something she needed, and gift shops are create places to get tacky souvenirs, and who doesn't love those?]
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You got it.
[It's a leisurely little roll that they do to get to the shopping deck. Lo and behold, there's a little shop more like a quick-mart than a gift shop with toiletries, over the counter type medication, sunscreen and lotion, paper goods, and so on.]
Oh, this is perfect.
[The question is, how fancy does she get with her oral hygiene?]
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Nice! [She'd expected something much, much smaller and ... Useless. But this is even better!] Do they have a battery operated one? Normal brushes aren't good enough. [Relatively fancy, in terms of oral hygiene.] While Boxer guides them she starts to grab the most random little items: Keychains, air fresheners, a little notebook, pens, etc.
They might be weighed down a little more before they can make it to the mouth aisle!
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Hope so.
[He doesn't mind the extra goodies, because they're useful! ...except the keychains, that one's kinda lost on him. And air fresheners...? He leers at them warily.]
...Do you think it smells in our room?
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Of course not.
[She gives him a bit of an odd look because ... What a strange question! In truth it smells in their room! But it's, like, the ocean and the faint hint of Febreeze, normal stuff like that! It's not bad so why ... Oh.] What, these? [She holds them up.]
Boxer, these are for my purses. [Her multiple, multiple purses in her suitcase and back home.] I cut them into pieces and put them in the little pockets so it always smells nice. I've never seen 'Tropical Cabana' before!
[So she's getting two! They last forever even when cut, so it's worth it to get multiples.]
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Oh. Oh! That's clever.
[And also something he would have never thought of because he doesn't own any purses or man-purses as the case may be.]
Hey, look.
[Beside the menstrual products! Condoms and lube. After a brief moment where he takes mental inventory of them, his attention is brought back to the menstrual products.
...what are we gonna do when you're on your period...?
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And excuse you boyfriend she wanted to discuss why you thought she would passive aggressively grab a scent tree instead of talk to you like an adult!!!! Except that's a very valid question, one that she had questioned briefly at the table before they got all distracted.]
Well. [She grabs some lube, because even though her pussy does a great imitation of a river at times it never hurts to have around.] I have no idea!
[So helpful. Much knowledge.] I mean, I guess the best course of action is to switch my implant so I don't get one at all.
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No, being passive aggressive was never Nariko's habit, but he does wonder sometimes if he smells a little bit too much...fish...and he's gone nose-blind to it. And he does, sometimes, especially coming back from working with the fishmongers. But not right now! Not right now.]
That might be a long-term solution, but what'll we do in the meantime? [If she really wants to commit to this.] Just for prosperity's sake, I'm not squeamish about blood.
[Again...apex predator. Actually, blood might get him going more than anything else. So it's really a question of her comfort!]
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I've never ... Not then, anyway.
[She's struck by caution and curiosity in equal parts. Has he done it with women while they're bleeding or does he just know he's cool with it? How stupid is she going to look if she asks him (a dude) what that's like .... Maybe he banged light bleeders or something, and it wasn't messy?
What a strange door to have opened.]
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[Well there's her answer.]
Fun way to take care of cramps and headaches. Highly recommended.
[Open the door and he'll just waltz right through it. Don't mind him. Whee!]
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[... It really helps with cramps, of all things?]
But it's, y'know ... Not the cleanest way to go about it.
[So much blood.]
It'd be more fun than being stuck with an electric blanket all night.
[Look, she's going to be a little more timid going through the door but! The interest is there.]
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Always did it in some kind of water. Ocean, the tub, the shower...
[Wouldn't the blood attract sharks, you say. I eat sharks for breakfast, he says.]
I could take cuddling with you under an electric blanket as a close second place.
[If it's really bad, it's hard to get in the mood! And he won't argue with "I'm too bloated and tired and painful to have sex."]
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[It's cool that he eats sharks but the sight of one would absolutely terrify her and then she'd not only be bloody and crampy but also sobbing a bit. But if she gets the chance to see him punch a shark that'd be so cool.]
We can always cuddle under the electric blanket, especially when my boobs hurt.
[Nothing makes her cuddlier than an aching chest, okay.]
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[It's tiny! But also kind of a null point. Because he might or might not be able to tell where she is in her cycle by scent alone...
The tub at the resort, though...]
Aw, poor things.
[He gives them a friendly little nudge under their blanket.]
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