[ she... has no idea how to parse the sensations she's feeling.
it's not at all like skin, even with her extremely limited experience there; silfda's hand is damp and a little chilled compared to her, firm but still weirdly malleable-- springy, maybe?? slimes are weird.
the moist touch over her nipples and between her thighs makes her huff out a shuddering breath through her nose, eyes still wide, and-- she holds up her paws, still a little dirtied, and makes a move like she's going to touch silfda. but stops, and whines again, like. what should i do?? surely i'm supposed to do something also. but my paws are dirty. u_u ]
their hand stops but the tentacles don't, slowly winding themselves around her breasts even as the tips continue working her nipples. they wonder for a moment if maybe they're going too far, and their head tilts to the side. ]
Do whatever makes you feel happy, Cypress. This is your reward, after all.
[ she shudders, fur bristling a little-- not aggressively, just like...
goosebumps, as those tentacles work.
she'd like to speak-- but somehow being in a more human form right now
seems absurdly embarrassing, and she frankly doesn't have the confidence to
do it, in this position. maybe it is a little too far, but--
she whines again, finally settling her paws against silfda's sides with
enough gentleness to keep her claws from accidentally piercing them, head
bowing to press against her shoulder. ]
[ they smile, and their hand starts moving again - fingertips lightly teasing her folds. their other hand moves up to her head, scritching behind an ear. ]
[ a shuddering huff; she's warmer in this form by quite a bit, and the cool
damp of silfda's hand feels... good. better than good-- it's slick and new
and embarrassingly nice, actually.
it takes a moment, but her tail wags shallowly against her legs, subtly
shifting her hips towards them. ]
Mm, there you go. Just relax for me. Let yourself sink into me...
[ for a moment they consider making that literal - ah, how nice it would be to surround her, to fuck every single part of her at once -
- but they hold back, instead slipping two of their fingers into her. slow and gentle, softly probing at her walls as they make their way in. another tentacle begins to join the two playing with Cypress' breasts, though this one stops short - instead rubbing circles on her belly. ]
[ if cypress were as much of a ho as any other character i play she'd love
that,
as it is the dog part of her mind is only winning out by virtue of being in
the mindset of this body in the first place, and that part wants to
please-- be pleased-- be pet and touched and shown love. which isn't to say
she doesn't normally, but, well, she IS very shy. but a little more keen in
this form, as well. the slip of silfda's fingers pressing into her don't go
unnoticed-- more like it's impossible not to notice them, lukewarm to the
heat of her flesh. she's hot and-- tight, even as relaxed as she seems,
it's easy to tell that relaxing entirely is never really within her
wheelhouse. but it feels... nice. weird, for sure.
neither does that extra tentacle go unnoticed though, as it rubs down
more-- she's only briefly distracted by the pleasure of having her belly
rubbed before she realizes it's not a hand, and she pulls back just enough
to snatch at it with a paw to prevent it from going any lower, giving an
uneasy and slightly strained whining-growl. ]
Re: ALSO DAY 298 MONSTER BINGO BEFORE I FORGET
it's not at all like skin, even with her extremely limited experience there; silfda's hand is damp and a little chilled compared to her, firm but still weirdly malleable-- springy, maybe?? slimes are weird.
the moist touch over her nipples and between her thighs makes her huff out a shuddering breath through her nose, eyes still wide, and-- she holds up her paws, still a little dirtied, and makes a move like she's going to touch silfda. but stops, and whines again, like. what should i do?? surely i'm supposed to do something also. but my paws are dirty. u_u ]
Re: ALSO DAY 298 MONSTER BINGO BEFORE I FORGET
their hand stops but the tentacles don't, slowly winding themselves around her breasts even as the tips continue working her nipples. they wonder for a moment if maybe they're going too far, and their head tilts to the side. ]
Do whatever makes you feel happy, Cypress. This is your reward, after all.
Re: ALSO DAY 298 MONSTER BINGO BEFORE I FORGET
[ she shudders, fur bristling a little-- not aggressively, just like... goosebumps, as those tentacles work.
she'd like to speak-- but somehow being in a more human form right now seems absurdly embarrassing, and she frankly doesn't have the confidence to do it, in this position. maybe it is a little too far, but--
she whines again, finally settling her paws against silfda's sides with enough gentleness to keep her claws from accidentally piercing them, head bowing to press against her shoulder. ]
Re: ALSO DAY 298 MONSTER BINGO BEFORE I FORGET
Re: ALSO DAY 298 MONSTER BINGO BEFORE I FORGET
[ a shuddering huff; she's warmer in this form by quite a bit, and the cool damp of silfda's hand feels... good. better than good-- it's slick and new and embarrassingly nice, actually.
it takes a moment, but her tail wags shallowly against her legs, subtly shifting her hips towards them. ]
Re: ALSO DAY 298 MONSTER BINGO BEFORE I FORGET
[ for a moment they consider making that literal - ah, how nice it would be to surround her, to fuck every single part of her at once -
- but they hold back, instead slipping two of their fingers into her. slow and gentle, softly probing at her walls as they make their way in. another tentacle begins to join the two playing with Cypress' breasts, though this one stops short - instead rubbing circles on her belly. ]
Re: ALSO DAY 298 MONSTER BINGO BEFORE I FORGET
[ if cypress were as much of a ho as any other character i play she'd love that,
as it is the dog part of her mind is only winning out by virtue of being in the mindset of this body in the first place, and that part wants to please-- be pleased-- be pet and touched and shown love. which isn't to say she doesn't normally, but, well, she IS very shy. but a little more keen in this form, as well. the slip of silfda's fingers pressing into her don't go unnoticed-- more like it's impossible not to notice them, lukewarm to the heat of her flesh. she's hot and-- tight, even as relaxed as she seems, it's easy to tell that relaxing entirely is never really within her wheelhouse. but it feels... nice. weird, for sure.
neither does that extra tentacle go unnoticed though, as it rubs down more-- she's only briefly distracted by the pleasure of having her belly rubbed before she realizes it's not a hand, and she pulls back just enough to snatch at it with a paw to prevent it from going any lower, giving an uneasy and slightly strained whining-growl. ]