Chapter 99.9 - Trying Out New Things! (Patreon)

A bit of character work, a bit of straight up porn, what's not to love! I really like these two together, and while the scene doesn't quite get hyperactive, I think it turned out pretty hawt. Enjoy!

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There are few things in life more enjoyable than having a partner you can pick up and who likes to be contorted. Just a bit, just enough to stretch and make sure all the right spots are in the right places.

In the dark of an Imperial Palace, surrounded by opulence and luxury and gorgeous, all-consuming wealth, Raika has eyes for only one person.

There’s a hint of smoke in the air, a cigarette burning on the nightstand, its dark-blue smoke wafting from an indigo point through the air in a way that soothes and burns. Maen furrowed her nose at it, but apparently chose not to say anything when she saw something change in Raika’s face. Raika isn’t sure what exactly was seen, but… for all the times when the mask might slip, it would be when she stops drowning in sensation, for just that first, euphoric moment. And she’s made sure to make it up to the her partner in the time since.

Slowly, she presses down, letting her weight overtake and pin Maen to the bed even as she squirms and wiggles, as if confirming how trapped she is. Not enough weight to hurt of course, but enough to make sure that Maen has to put in effort to take a breath, that she gets to feel the pressure of restraint, just a bit.

Also, she’s half-drowned in titty, which is never a bad place to be.

They kiss, slowly, taking time, feeling each other. Raika shifts her weight atop Maen and enjoys the breathy little gasp it brings out when she does, the feel of Maen’s heartbeat clear even with suppressed senses. Slowly, the kisses climb in intensity, starting with lips closed, moving to tongue, and finally, Raika starts to let loose, pushing her tongue forward a bit. Maen moans, squirming and giving permission with touch, and slowly Raika pushes her tongue deeper, altered muscle extending well past human norms and starting to tickle down Maen’s throat.

The felinid woman takes a deep breath through her nose and sucks a bit, and Raika takes that permission, lifting off her chest a bit to give her chest more room and running a hand through Maen’s hair, rubbing against the base of sensitive furred ears and pulling her hair a bit, enjoying how it makes the smaller woman whimper and squirm, her hips against Raika’s lower stomach and the warmth between her legs a delicious sensation.

Slowly, Raika pushes her tongue down Maen’s throat, pulls it back, keeps the entirely phallic behavior slow but steady, consistent, giving the smaller woman time to breathe intermittently and enjoying the moaning that she makes. The smoke from the witch’s gift wafts through the air like incense, and in that smell of earth and beauty, floral scent and a hint of the sweetness of rot, she can indulge more wholly. There’s no need to stress about blocking out the sounds of flesh moving, about feeling Maen’s heartbeat through the air rather than her skin, of tasting more than just the saliva and arousal in the air, and it pushes her forward a bit, able to use her abilities without needing to hold herself back, to block out the overstimulation.

Slowly, she pulls back out, Maen’s oral fixation pushing her to hold onto the prehensile tongue down her throat, sucking on it and running her own tongue up and down its length, and for the first time, rather than a sensation Raika enjoys because it’s Maen doing it, she enjoys it for the feeling. Her partner is sucking her off, enjoying the feel of her down their throat, and there’s something deeply erotic in that sensation, gone past the psychological and now dancing alongside the physical enjoyment of it. She has to raise herself up a bit, but she takes one hand down to Maen’s waist, running it up and down the side of her and letting their skin tingle as they touch each other. Maen wiggles her hips, encouraging Raika with a fresh round of tonguing and kissing against her tendril, and Raika rewards her with another tug at her hair, using it as a leash to tilt her head up and kiss deeper as her arm goes closer and closer to Maen’s thigh.

Maen whimpers, and nods, and her hand runs against Raika’s arm, sharp claws pushing against the skin hard enough to break it and let a trickle of blood leak out, and the smell of it makes Raika takes a breath and Maen tremble very slightly. Raika laughs, a sort of amused huff through her nose, and acquiesces to the demand and the lust.

She moves her hand to Maen’s inner thigh, then up towards her lips, stroking between them, feeling how drenched she is and how her body trembles at the touch, at every touch. Maen is delightfully reactive, and she moans against the flesh in her throat, running her tongue along the underside of it, and Raika rewards her with a thrust: down her throat, and into her.

The sounds Maen makes are delicious.

It doesn’t take long to bring her to a climax. Maen, for all the effort she puts into being casual and at times even professional, is more than eager to indulge in moments like this, nightly with Raika and for much longer periods since their new “incense” arrived. Maen squirms, struggles, spasms beneath the press of flesh and the weight pinning her and penetrating her, and its as she squirts a small stream of cum into Raika’s hand and leaves her legs trembling, trapped beneath Raika as she lounges on them, that her partner finally allows a moment to rest.

Maen takes a long, deep breath, lips coated in saliva, one hand going to her throat and purring slightly at the touch, at the feeling of what passed through her as Raika pulls her tongue all the way out of her throat. She pants, and then smiles, giving Raika a look.

“You’re getting better with that thing,” she whispers.

Raika smiles, nuzzling closer, getting to enjoy the scent of Maen’s sweat as she kisses down to her collarbone and then leaves a long, slow lick on the way back up. “Practice makes perfect,” she says, stirring her fingers slightly inside her partner.

Maen gives an adorable squeak, wiggling her legs and hips and giving Raika a teasing look, biting her lip and tilting her chin, and Raika smiles, and obliges.

Deciding to keep things from getting too calm for the night, she instead chooses to indulge, and shifts off of Maen just long enough to take her ankles and lift them up, then higher, and then, with the weight of her altered flesh and the added benefit of Maen’s inherently flexible joints, slowly presses them down on either side of her partner’s head. Maen giggles, squirming, her pussy presented to the world and leaking warmth and cum, her heels on either side of her ears and Raika holding them there in one hand, purring in turn. The vibration of the larger woman’s pleasure is enough to make the air tingle, and Maen can’t help but breathe a little harder, purr a little harder in turn, enjoying the harmony between their sounds.

And then Raika moves her mouth down to her lower lips, and begins to taste her, and harmony gives way to a more dynamic piece.

Raika enjoys making Maen squirm, and the smaller felinid is absolutely willing to do so, feeling out the stretch and gasping, moaning, making the cutest little sounds as Raine pushes her tongue in, kissing her partner’s clit even as almost a foot of squirming, prehensile muscle dances inside of her, pushed deeper in until she finally hisses just slightly, at which point it moves no deeper. Even with her cervix blocking further egress, there’s plenty to be done, and Raika is more than happy to roll the long organ, feeling out every ridge and bump inside and tasting the salty-sweetness of it all. Maen moans, her voice getting louder, and Raika rewards her by pushing in a bit more, expanding the girth of what’s inside her and leaving enough outside to keep delivering long, slow licks against her clit. The two parts of the tongue move independently, the long tendril inside her coiling and rubbing and writhing as the part closer to Raika’s mouth is used more traditionally, licking long, arcing patterns more slowly across her clit and outer lips.

By this point Raika’s face is just about drenched, and it takes only a few more minutes for Maen to tense up and spasm again, legs trembling and shaking as she closes her eyes and squeaks, the smell of her cum increasing as a fresh dose of it washes over Raika’s face and chin in a series of small quirts and flexes. She smiles, and gives Maen one final push and long, sloooow extraction out of her, letting her tongue coil and emerge inch by glorious inch, dragging along the inside of her and squeezing another few squirts of orgasm from her as it does.

Slowly, Raika rises back up, keeping Maen’s legs pinned against her, and just stares down at her lover.

For a little while, Maen’s eyes are unfocused, her breathing slow and deep and indulging in enjoyable exhaustion, but she pulls herself back, noticing the lack of further touch, the fact that Raika is looming over her now.

Seeing her eyes refocus, Raika gives her a soft smile, lit by the moonlight outside and the faint indigo glow of incense. “Hey kitten,” she whispers.

“Hey beastie,” Maen whispers back.

Raika snorts. “Still can’t believe that nickname caught on so easily.”

“Just means it’s well suited to you, hmm?”

“Maybe.” She shakes her head, and then presses her hips forward a bit, lining them up with Maen’s presented flesh.

“Listen, I’ve been thinking. Before, it would have been too much, but…” she lets go of Maen’s legs, letting her partner unwind (and languidly stretch her legs back up to her ears, rocking her exposed pussy against Raika’s hips as she does before letting them fall back to a more normal position), and presses a little closer. “With the smoke… whatever it is, it numbs me enough that I think it might be viable now. If you’re ok with trying something new.”

“What is it?”

“Well…”

With a bit of focus, Raika begins to shift her flesh. It’s not easy, but the amount of practice she’s gotten with combat-shifting and using her Truths lately has been a big help, and with the smoke numbing how overwhelmingly sensitive everything is, it’s more feasible than ever. She takes nerve endings, flesh and blood and moves them together, right at her crotch, and molds it forward, making for a… passable facsimile of a cock.

“The details are a bit off,” Raika admits, “but I’ve never had one of these before, so it’s been an experiment. I was wondering if…?”

Maen pauses, considering, and the fact that she doesn’t leap on the opportunity has Raika take a little half-breath.

“I’m not against it,” Maen assures her, running a hand up her bicep. “I just… haven’t ever been with a guy before. I know it’s a little silly, considering the foot and a half of tongue you just ran into my insides, but it feels different somehow?”

Raika nods. “I’m not surprised. I wouldn’t have asked as I have if it wasn’t different.”

“Can it… finish?” she asks.

Raika shakes her head. “No, not at all. I can barely figure out my own organs enough to mess with them, never mind adding all new stuff, not yet. It’s… more just a strap-on, I guess, with nerve endings in it.”

“Hmm. Not sure if I’m disappointed or relieved.”

“Disappointed?”

“Well… I mean, I haven’t thought of it much, but being filled with stuff is nice, and I can see it being a good way to know your partner is experiencing some pleasure.”

Raika huffs. “I’ll work on it for next time, maybe. Is that a yes?”

Maen hesitates again, head tilted as she thinks, then nods. “Yeah. It’s a yes. This whole relationship is a new experience, I’d be a hypocrite not to keep an open mind for more.”

Raika laughs softly, in part relieved and in part anxious, and shuffles forward a bit. Maen, meanwhile, reaches down, spreading herself open even as she spreads her legs, wide but more comfortable than the previous contortion. Slowly, Raika pushes forward, keeping a close eye on Maen’s heartbeat, her gaze (turned towards their hips), her breathing, and, guiding it in part with her control of flesh, penetrates her partner.

Maen winces a bit, just lightly, and Raika pauses.

“Too big?”

Maen shakes her head. “I can handle it. Just need a second to adjust.”

Eventually, she nods, and Raika pushes in a bit deeper.

She made the new organ based on the size of her body, and she can see how that might have been a bit indulgent, but Maen takes it like a champ, and slowly, inch by inch, it pushes in and spreads her around Raika, the sensation of wetness and tightness both new. The altered nerves make for an interesting setup, and she’s sure there’s more to doing it than how she has to make it more accurate or more enjoyable, but as it is the sensation still sends thrills through her and leaves her spine tingling and her legs a bit unsteady.

“You ok?” Maen asks, voice a bit tight but her face starting to flush a bit.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s a lot.”

Maen laughs at that, short and sharp. “You’re telling me! It’s big.”

“Not how I meant it but happy to please?”

Maen smiles. “Well, I don’t mind, I suppose,” she says, and wiggles her hips a bit, drawing a huff from Raika and pushing her further down onto her shaft.

“Alright,” Raika growls. “Since you don’t mind, I suppose we can have some fun, hmm?”

It takes another two hours for the cigarette to burn out on its own, as incense, and by the time the smoke from it has begun to clear the covers are drenched and the sound of moans and heavy breathing has echoes far and wide through the room.