[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.]
[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...]
[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!!]
[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.
[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!]
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[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.]
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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.]
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[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.]
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[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!]
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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.
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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.]
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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...]
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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.
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[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.
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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!]
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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...]
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[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!!]
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[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.]
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[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.]
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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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