nysalogs | May Catchall

[He knows, of course; he knows she likes him. Everything she does proves it, and she's never been shy about saying what she likes - or doesn't like. If she hated him, he's pretty sure he'd know.

Still...]

... Thank you.

[He doesn't really know what else to say, or do, but he gives her a quick peck on the lips - he doesn't really trust himself to give her a proper kiss anyway, because that many fangs pushed together is just asking for trouble! - and starts moving inside of her again.]

_{[That's one of her more positive traits. For as much of a menace as Diva could be, she was always honest and upfront about her desires and dislikes. Kissing with two sets of fangs is definitely a little tricky - she'd know from experience. The little peck to her lips doesn't give her much time to respond or drag him into something spicier, for suddenly Atsushi decides to move and she's left letting out an airy sound of surprise.

It soon turns into a hum of desire. When he moves this time it's different - things are a lot more slick down there for obvious reasons and the sensation of him sliding in and out of her registers as something far more sensitive than before. A small puff of air passes past her lips as she settles back down against the mattress of Atsushi's bed, head firmly planted against a pillow. They're both sticky and sweaty but she's never been more turned on. With her eyelids beginning to droop, lowered to half mast, she lifts her hips up at an angle so he can hit her deeper.]}

[She can kiss him more deeply any time she wants to, but for now, he tries to focus on getting her off - even though he's only half aware of what that will take (or maybe not even half aware, let's face it). It's strange for everything to suddenly be so much hotter and wetter down there, though he expects at least part of it to be because he swelled up inside of her again. Whatever the reason, it feels really good to him - and clearly she likes it, too.

He's still slow about accelerating, very aware of his limits in regards to pacing if nothing else, but he does try to add a little more of a push when he thinks he can get away with it, as if that will get him further inside of her - and somehow, it really feels like it does, even though, realistically, the gains can only be that much.]

_{[Realistically no, it isn't that much further, but every little bit counts in a situation like this, especially the angle that's used. With her hips lifted up the game's changed, and although Atsushi may be slow with his pace at first, it's still enough to get her going. Part of it's psychological too, of course, and the more animalistic part of her goes wild at the thought of him filling her up even more.

When she moans again it's loud, perhaps the loudest she's been all morning, the sound long and drawn out. A hand reaches for one of Atsushi's then, to lace their fingers together and let their palms press. It's not an action she thought much about, but it feels right all of a sudden to do so.]}

[Considering everything else they're doing, holding hands really shouldn't mean much - and yet it brings home the connection between them more than all the rest of it. Not for the first time since this has started, Atsushi is overcome with emotion even more than sensation, a slight sense of shock going through him. He wonders if he'll ever lose that - the instinctive fear of having something so good, he couldn't bear to lose it.

But, while he's always had that gut reaction, he's also always cherished what he has the more for it, rather than letting fear defeat him. There's only one logical reaction, so that's what he does: he starts thrusting into her faster, determined to enjoy this connection to the fullest while he has it. He's not nearly as loud as Diva, but with her sounds drowning him out, he doesn't hold back as much anymore either, soon moaning and grunting with every thrust.]

_{[Considering they're both being loud now, RIP Chuuya if he's not already awake.

Diva and Atsushi's morals may differ, but there's a certain understanding and kinship drawn from past hardships they've experienced that built their bond in the first place. Diva may be capable of a lot of terrible things, not to mention she's done a lot of heinous acts as well, but for some reason Atsushi gives her a pass on her behaviour. Sure, he doesn't know the full extent of her monstrosity and what she's capable of, but he seems to understand that her nature isn't inherently evil. He gets that her diet is what it is because of what she is and doesn't judge her for it, which is a relief in of itself. It's nice, just to have that basic level of understanding.

There are other things too, that make her feel attached, but it'd be hard to pick them out, piece by piece and list them right now. She's overwhelmed by the present, current act they're indulging in, and the only thing she can think about is how fantastic it feels the faster Atsushi enters her, especially when he hits against a part inside of her. When he does there's a yelp of delight, mouth wide and fangs bared to gasp for air. Soon there's a sound with every movement, each more desperate than the last, as she grips his hand tightly, the other falling free from his neck to twist into the fabric of his sheets instead.]}

H-Harder ah-!

[RIP Chuuya, may your hangover not make everything worse.

Maybe Atsushi doesn't know what he's doing, but he can't help but feeling incredibly encouraged (and turned on) by the noises Diva makes - and that feeling increases exponentially, the more enthusiastic she gets. In part, it's just his own arousal, probably, but that's not how it registers: it really feels like a direct response to her sounds, as if she could get him off just by sounding this way. (Maybe not test that theory, though...)

He responds to her order without thinking, going harder and faster, and while he's not nearly as loud as her, he continues panting and grunting, the sounds ever rising in pitch.]

_{[At least maybe later he'll feel proud of Atsushi getting some? Who knows.

She's pretty enthusiastic in general when it comes to things she likes and sex seems to be no exception. This is definitely different from the first round, both in intensity and desperation. The more he rocks against her the more she feels herself canting her hips in time with his rhythm.

The rising tension that's been building over time is starting to finally reach an unbearable point, thighs clenching around Atsushi's hips desperately, as if doing so will finally take her just that much closer to the edge of her waiting climax. If she were thinking a little more clearly (or at all really) she'd begin to worry about Atsushi's bed frame. They really are getting carried away, but there's nothing wrong with that, is there? Not if they're both enjoying themselves.

When her orgasm does hit it feels like she's just been tossed into an ice water bath, a loud gasp accentuating the fact. Immediately she feels her body begin to tremble, thighs and legs shaking as her hips buck and jitter with an uneven rhythm. It's like she's run a marathon with the way she gasps for air and ultimately the name of the boy atop her, eyes glazed over from pleasure.]}

A-Ah Atsushi-!

[True, that. And Chuu's too gay to be jealous, too, so. 👍

Maybe Atsushi barely knows what's happening, but he can definitely tell that this is different from before, and the way Diva trembles and shakes all around him is more than enough to make him come yet again, letting out a single, loud moan. It's different, somehow, than the first time, both less intense and more so, hips jerking up against Diva at an ever-increasing speed for the second or two it lasts.

Then it's over, and he's panting, trying and failing to get his heart to stop racing finally. He just hovers over Diva for a while, sweat making his awkward bangs stick together - and then he does the only thing that makes sense: he kisses her again, very gently.]

_{[In the end it all works out.

Her own bangs are only marginally in a better state than his are and she wasn't rocking an uneven cut to begin with. Her chest rises and falls erratically at first as Diva finds hersef trying to catch her breath. She can hear Atsushi's heartbeat thrumming wildly in his chest, a perfect percussive accompaniment to her own symphony of pants and beating heart.

The kiss he gives her is practically icing on the cake of what she sees as a decadent act, her whole body tingling as she slowly comes down from her high, eagerly melting into the contact of his lips against hers. If she could she'd stay in this moment forever.]}

[It really is perfect like this. He enjoys the kiss as he comes down off his own high, lungs burning and heart pounding as if he's run a marathon (or two). He should move - to lie down next to her, if nothing else - but he doesn't want to. He just wants to linger like this all day.

And then his stomach growls, because of course it does. He's a little confused as to what the sound is at first, but then he realizes, far too late. Awkward.]

... I guess I should make breakfast, huh?

_{[At least the sound gets a laugh out of her as she stares up at Atsushi, pink faced. As appealing as breakfast sounds right now she needs a few moments to reorient herself. Having Atsushi atop her is nice and warm, after all. She's pretty cozy like this. Uncurling her fingers from the sheets beneath her she reaches up to cup his cheek in her hand, smoothing the pad of her thumb against it.]}

Mm, you should...but five more minutes?

[She's so cute... Honestly, if she asked him to stay like this all day, he couldn't have brought himself to say no. That would have turned into quite a battle with his stomach.

But five minutes (or ten, or twenty), he can do. He smiles at the touch to his cheek, warm and full of adoration.]

All right.

But let's get a bit more comfortable.

[He should at least pull out of her - and lie down next to her so he doesn't have to hold himself up or crush her.

At least it makes for more, better snuggling!]

_{[After everything they've done, him pulling out of her is perhaps the most awkward part of it all. There's a dull sort of emptiness that follows, along with a vaguely uncomfortable chill that only further pushes her into Atsushi's arms when he finds himself laying down beside her instead of atop. Things are pretty sticky down below but so is the rest of her in different ways...she's not too worried about it. That's what showers are for.

Honestly she could lay here the entire morning but she's just as fat as Atsushi is when it comes to food...but there's nothing wrong with a little post coital cuddle, right?

Once they're face to face again Diva can't resist the urge to bump and rub their noses together, so she does just that. She's feeling highly affectionate now, still doped up on feel good sex feelings. Hell, this is probably the most chipper she's felt in awhile.]}

Thank you, Atsushi.

[Ohno... she's nuzzling! It makes his heart soar, even after everything that came before. He couldn't wipe the happy smile off his face if his life depended on it.]

It's me who should be thanking you.

[That was one hell of an experience.

In some distant part of his mind, Atsushi thinks he should consider asking people about the female body in relation to sex. As much as he'd enjoyed himself, he's pretty sure he could have done better for her, somehow.]

_{[She's not sure why he'd be the one to thank her. After all, she was the one who wanted this in the first place and he'd done most of the work. In her eyes he'd done a pretty good job too, although future Diva won't complain about Atsushi getting more protips when it comes to banging the fairer sex.]}

You gave me what I asked for so...you really don't have to thank me. I didn't do anything.

_{[At least that's how she sees it. Gingerly she reaches out toward Atsushi's face with a hand, only to trace the outline of his features with her fingers. She starts with the bridge of his nose, following it toward his brow and down his jawline. It's when her finger finds his lips that she's grinning again, more or less sticking it in his mouth to press against the tips of his fangs. She wasn't lying when she said she liked them.

Atsushi may be the one who's a cat, but the lazy smile she gives him in return is reminiscent of a feline who's indulged in a particularly large bowl of cream. Simply put, she's sated.]}

You're a tiger, right? Does that mean you've a tail too?

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You did plenty just by being here.

[Even if she hadn't moved a muscle, he would have been happy. That said, he rather prefers the way things went, with both of them awkwardly moving the best they knew how.

Maybe he should have thought to transform back, but she did like his fangs, and it doesn't exactly take much effort to maintain them - so there they are. It's a shame he always transforms back when he passes out: he would have been a cute sleeping kitty.]

I can grow one, yes! [He's barely said the words when there's a tail peeping out from behind him all of a sudden, as if it was there from the beginning.] It's not always very useful, so I guess I don't use it as much as my arms and such...

Uwa! You really do have one!

_{[The sudden sight of a black and white striped, fuzzy tail, suddenly rising out from Atsushi's back has Diva pulling back just enough to get a better look at it. Her eyes are practically sparkling as she stares, unable to resist the temptation to reach out and grab said tail. At least she doesn't pull too hard...sorry Atsushi, she's just excited.]}

It's so cute! I love it!

_{[She seems to love a lot of things currently right now, doesn't she...]}

[She just loves all his creature features. But he can't bring himself to mind.

He does flinch a little when she grabs his tail, because while it may not be the hardest grip, the unexpectedness combined with how it's practically a new body part for him - he's transformed it exactly once in battle, then a little bit when Daifuku was just learning to walk, and one or twice for Dylas; he's not exactly used to it! - makes it feel more intense than it is.]

P-Please be careful..!

Oh...sorry!

_{[It's not necessarily that Diva doesn't know her own strength, but she does admittedly get carried away, especially when she ends up excited by something. The tail is released as soon as he more or less yelps with surprise. She doesn't want to hurt him.

Scooting forward again she leans in to kiss him as an apology, the contact gentle and soft in comparison to what she'd just done.]}

[It's not like it really hurt hurt, but the shock of it was worse than anything else. That's always the case, isn't it? The prospect of (potential) pain is worse than the actual pain.

Regardless, the kiss is more than sufficient repayment, and he kisses back gently.]

... It's fine. Please don't worry about it.

[He's a little embarrassed now. He didn't mean to make her feel bad.]

The tail is just a little sensitive, that's all.

_{[Well...if he says not to worry about it, she won't. He seems okay, in any case, and just for good measure she plants another kiss on his lips.]}

I just got really excited because it's so cute...I couldn't help myself.

_{[It's kind of like that instinct people get where they want to crush adorable things. Diva definitely suffers from it.]}

[She probably invented that instinct, let's face it.

He smiles a little when she kisses him again. He definitely won't object to that.]

It's fine to touch it. Just be careful, okay?

_{[She probably did.]}

Okay. I'll be more gentle.

_{[And true to her word, when she reaches for it again her touch is far lighter, as she runs her fingers over soft, striped fur.]}

It's so nice...

[That's much better! The sensation makes shivers run up his spine before he relaxes, almost against his will. It's like his tail is his magical relax button.]

Mmm....

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