I love me some gen threads, especially funny or drama-filled ones, but I am also shamelessly here for shipping AUs. The general Liem-shipping vibe is "I want more than this, but I shouldn't & they can't possibly want me back," so if you're into that, I've got what you need. His default setting is very D&D-like high fantasy, but I'm comfortable playing him in modern fantasy settings as well. Pretty much any prompt can also accommodate Liem being a full vampire instead of a dhampir, if that's your thing.
Prompts for inspiration:
• Arranged Marriage: Liem's shady vampire family has arranged his marriage to you, but he seems a rather reluctant fiance.
• Bodyguard Shipping: It's Liem's duty to keep you safe and out of trouble, possibly despite your best efforts.
• Companion to Royalty: Reclusive vampire king Liem and YOU! Are you a gift from a local power? Sacrifice from the townsfolk? Or did you just stumble up the road to his castle during a storm?
• Enemies to Lovers: Maybe Liem is a foreign agent trying to sabotage your country or organization. Or maybe you're rebelling against the current regime and he's trying to take you in.
• Fake Dating/Fake Married: A relationship is your cover story while you're travelling for some secret reason. Gotta keep up appearances.
• Hunter & Hunted: Are you a hunter trying to track Liem down? Or a snack that proved more than he bargained for?
• Hurt (Comfort Optional): Whether he's hurt, sick, drugged, or just upset, two things remain constant: Liem needs help, and he doesn't want to accept it. But maybe you don't want to fix him anyway; maybe you want to make him worse.
• Living a Lie: Whether you're undercover on a mission, or you lied to cover something up and now you have to commit, you're stuck playing a role until you accomplish some secret objective — or until you can shake off your nosy company.
• Loss of Control: For whatever reason, one of you is struggling not to go berserk — or perhaps has already failed. If it's Liem, can you help him come back to himself, or are you the one pushing him over the edge?
• Out of the Frying Pan: The classic "tried to help someone in trouble, ended up with a new and possibly worse problem" situation. But at least you're in it together!
• Priest/Celibacy: Default here is that Liem is the priest, but it could go the other way. Smutty, or just laden with UST? You decide.
• Texting: Stupid TFLN-style text threads, my beloved...
• Random Scenario: For if none of the above tickle your fancy.
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I know, I know you wouldn't-
[And he swears by Abadar, so why would she ever doubt it? He isn't human, he isn't not a priest (somehow him admitting the lie of omission doesn't shake her faith in the rest of him), and she still wants... Even if the other centaurs had mocked them in the market over the idea that a human (er, human-shaped) person could satisfy a mare in heat... She still far prefers the idea of of his kisses and his hands to the quick, sweaty coupling with a stranger, no matter how filling or deep it might could be-
Her dark, calloused hands fly up to cover her face in embarrassment when he splutters into half-laughing defense of his dick and explanation for his need to confess, shaking her head and sending the voluminous bun of dark hair atop of her head to wobbling.]
I was j- Just checking, I-
[Her hearts feel so tight. She had tried to be professional and offer him ways out, but now she can't imagine allowing him to leave... and she hates that she'd even offered to go and let another man mount her, when that was the last thing she'd wanted, and- He said... "part way". Part way through. Which meant... It meant he wanted to also, didn't he? That he was imagining being with her?
A soft, aching whimper is muffled behind her hands as she struggles for the word she means to say, charging forward despite.]
Liem, if... If you like me at all-
["Like" could mean so many things, but-]
Can we... I want to kiss you again, and I want more than "a little", and... We could just be-
[Just be... Konoha stumbles, fumbling for the word in her second language and realizing she had... never had cause to learn such a thing, resulting in another pent-up sound of frustration, her tail whipping as she admits her failing.]
Liem, I don't know the word in Taldane for "sekisufri"...
[Hnngh...]
"Heat... heat time partner that you swear... to be loyal to for the contract time but it doesn't mean you can't part amicably later..."
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He folds his glasses up carefully, sliding them into a leather pouch attached to the belt at his waist.
And then, hands newly freed, he takes one last step toward Konoha to close the distance between them. He reaches for her face, for the dark, work-roughened hands pressed against it.]
We don't have a word for something like that.
[His fingers slide over hers, coaxing her hands from her face so he can take them, so he can pull them down toward himself. Liem brushes his thumbs over her knuckles looking up at her flushed, warm-looking face.]
But I do like you, Konoha. I want to kiss you again.
[And he does; he raises one of her hands so he can press a kiss just below the ring decorating her fingers, and then turns her hand to press her palm against his cheek.]
I will be your for-now partner, if you want me.
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No, of course Taldane doesn't have a word for that. They don't have people who go into heat, that was stupid of her, but.
He takes her hands and reminds her how cool he felt against the flushed heat of her naturally high body temperature compounded by her season. (So... that was because he wasn't human, then, not because he just had poor circulation...) His lips press to her fingers and they finally still in his grasp from their anxious, hopeful fidgeting. They just curl, slowly, over his, and then smooth over his pale cheek as her bottom lip trembles.]
Please...
["For-now partner". She'll remember it. A new word. She never stopped learning.]
I do want-
[He likes her enough. It makes the insecurity drain from her expression and leave only softness and heat behind in her gaze, until she realizes that just that might make it sound like she wanted anyone in this state, when all of this has happened because that wasn't true. She didn't just want, or she would have just taken care of it the easiest, surest way. What she wants is-]
I want you...
[Him, specifically... him, whose temple she bends down to nuzzle against, a needy sound escaping in a quiet whine into his ear as she rubs her thumb along his cheekbone, encouraging him to tip his chin up for her, to meet her-
Where she kisses him, unable to torture herself any longer, desperately longing and full of curiosity for less centaur-like affection that comes across painfully clear in the warm slide of her tongue and the sharp nip of her teeth along his lip. She can't even wait to ask him first if he wants to sit on the bed, if he'd like the wall, if he'd prefer to lay down...
First she needs this. Hopes that now they need this.]
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He leans up, tipping his head to meet her questing lips, his other hand sliding up to cup her jaw. It's still with a bit of apprehension that he parts his lips at the slide of her tongue, but the ache of his wanting is stronger, and he kisses her until the need for air burns at his lungs.]
You can have me.
[It's murmured between hasty breaths, between kisses that grow hotter as his lips warm from the heat of her mouth. He nibbles tenderly at her lip, chasing the indulgent softness of it.]
You can have as much as you like, Konoha.
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It’s Liem.
Who she kisses over and over. At first they are purely sweet, inexperienced and slightly clumsy things. She chases every whim and fleeting little thought, from I wonder if I can feel how sharp his teeth are with my tongue to How long can I kiss before I have to take a breath? The answers are “yes” and “I lost count”.
For a while, kissing him takes all of her focus, scattered heat emotions and needs finally given an outlet- one that she actually knows, who says things like,]
Oh, no… That feels so risky to say when I’m in heat…
[Yet there’s no denying again that she wants it, not when it makes the double pulse of her hearts pound faster.]
I don’t want to exhaust you…
[That might be the first inadvertent lie she’d ever told him. Because judging by how heated her touch was becoming, how her tail was flicking behind her… She wanted nothing more than to have him until he just physically couldn’t respond any longer. When would that be… ?
As reluctant as she is to pull her hand from his cheek, his cool skin warmed beneath how overheated her own was… she needs it, to slip down and join her other in seeking out the buttons and clasps of his clothing, seeking to remove the barriers between them now that she can have more than a little, a soft whine released as she shifts her weight from one back hoof to another. Even though it might be obvious… she has to… She really should admit…]
Liem, I’ve never… been with a two-legged person before…
[Her home village may have primarily been human, but… he knew firsthand now that many in this land viewed relationships with her kind as taboo or perverse. She didn’t view it that way, she certainly doesn’t have reluctance in her own soft amber gaze, but.
Her voice lowers as if they might be overheard in their own room, nuzzling against his forehead as she releases a slow, shaky breath, her fingers still desperately attempting to divest him of some clothing.]
Maybe… we can both be guides today… ?
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No? But we won't be travelling tomorrow, will we?
[He's thinking that sounds like a very agreeable way to become exhausted, actually. And he's thinking that no one has ever threatened him so thoroughly with the opportunity.
At first, as Konoha's hands wander over his clothing, he simply lets her explore. His own hands slide along the hot skin of her neck, follow her robe over the curve of a breast, drag around to rub over her humanoid back. But when his fingers brush the pelt at her waist, it seems past time to help her free of it, and his hands move in search of the ties that will let him do so.
He tips his head gently, so her nuzzling slides slightly over to his temple.]
I'll guide you, if you'll continue to do the same for me.
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Wait, she probably shouldn't do that, he's a grown man with dignity, and he- Oh, his hands are sliding beneath her pelt wrap... so her sharp canines dig in to her bottom lip in a sweet betrayal of her excitement as she shifts her weight just slightly to make sure his hands go to the right area to find the knot of the cord holding it to her "waist" over where more human-like skin transitioned to hide and bay coat.]
Right...
[They won't be traveling tomorrow. They can both be guides.
The nuzzling he tips over to his temple turns into another soft kiss, a snuffle into his hair as she inhales his scent. It seems so much stronger, so much more tempting today, and she can't get enough... or stop wondering how it might change.]
Can I take all your clothes off... ?
[She puts her fingers back to work, beginning to undo any buttons she can get her hands on. The emphasis is on all, because another thing she has never done... is couple naked. Centaurs largely mated outside, for obvious reasons, and though there was a certain shamelessness needed there, it meant most people kept their clothes on or at least half-on, ready to redress as needed, but now... She locked the door. No one else can see them, and-]
I-
[She confesses to her sin shyly, but she also doesn't sound that contrite.]
I peeked by accident a little... when you were in the bath... just a little...
[And what she had seen... had been very surprising. And very promising.]
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You may.
[His fingers find the ties at her waist, and begin teasing them open so the heavy pelt can fall away. And although her question was about his own clothes, his pulse speeds up at the prospect of seeing her without hers, of kissing more than just her mouth or fingers, of warming his cold hands on hot brown skin.
The pelt wrap comes undone, revealing the intriguing landscape where her torso meets equine upper chest. His hands explore the boundary on their meandering way to seek the ties of her robe as well, and he tips his head to press a kiss to the line of her jaw.
Then he slants a look at her, a smile curling over his mouth.]
By accident, was it?
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This, though… even as her heat thrums and aches for far more, Konoha delights in being able to experiment with tender kisses, sliding touch, a shiver slowly making its way up and down her long spine as cool fingers divest her of her pelt wrap and wander up the powerful muscles of her lower chest. In return, her own hands slide down Liem’s shirt until they reach the last button she can find, undoing it to begin coaxing the garment open only to be confounded by another layer that brings a little frustrated whine to her throat. Liem wears so many clothes… !
The blush is probably more to do with his question, though, and the way it makes her squirm as she tries to help him out of the outer layer and get to work too eagerly on the next.]
The first time was an accident… really…
[It was! She’d just instinctively tried to look at who she was talking to, but…
Her voice lowers and her gaze does likewise, catching the shape of her marriage knife on his belt.]
The others peeks I had to do… or the maid would have thought I was a bad wife…
[… Did that logic pass muster? It seems like it made sense to her!]
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His outer shirt is just beneath. When that peels away, the silhouette that Konoha spied while he was bathing becomes more obvious: taut shoulders and lean, well-defined arms and chest, tapering to narrow hips. It should be a familiar enough silhouette by now; his bedtime clothing hides no more than the simple shirt he wears underneath his other clothes. He is not a large or particularly solid-looking man by most human standards, but enough of his build is apparent even in light clothing that he could imagine Konoha being curious.
Temple priests do tend to be less well muscled, and most of those are more generously padded as well, at least in his experience.]
Oh, the maid. Of course.
[Had he sensed a bit of genuine curtness from Konoha by the time she'd sent the maid away? It had been difficult to tell from just her voice, but he thought perhaps he had.
He reaches up again, this time to undo the ties of her robe before he can be diverted again from his mission. But he's wearing a small smile, both for her struggles with his layers and for her blushing answer to his question. She's so serious about it, he can't help but want to tease her just a little.]
What do you think she was thinking when she left?
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And when she pulls his outer shirt away, she gets to see a bit more of what had surprised her so much when she'd taken an inadvertent (and then maybe not so inadvertent) peek on his upper body in the bath. Later... later she'll ask what in the world he did at his temple to be so fit, but right now... She bites into her lip and just appreciates it. Maybe squeezes a bit on his bicep just to test...
Oh, yes. Quite firm. That's nice.]
I think...
[Feeling the ties of her much simpler robes come undone to Liem's clever fingers, Konoha pauses to flush a bit deeper, a surge of shyness bubbling up from somewhere to be seen... actually naked by a man, her few experiences more hasty and half-clothed. But despite the way her shoulders curl as if to try and hide for a moment... she wants- She wants him to look, to see, so.]
She was probably thinking... that there must be something about Liem... to help him keep a centaur wife... ?
[As embarrassing as the insinuations had been out in public, from the mouths of stallions interested in her scent and annoyed by the fact that she'd attached herself to someone they saw as inferior... Konoha's cheeks grow even rosier as she tries to tease him back, pulling her fingers from his clothing just long enough to catch a last tie hidden on the opposite side of her robe that would complicate removal, so the layers would slip apart and start sliding down her arms, revealing hints of well-defined, work-honed muscle contrasted with the full curves of womanhood.]
And I paid for the inn, so... I don't think she thought it was money...
[And no matter how nice some of his things were... He didn't wear them in the bath. Hers is the had with a borrowed ring on it, one that bumps against his knuckles when she bashfully reaches for his hand... and then puts it back on the collar of her garment, asking for him to be the one to finish removing it.]
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I'll leave the assessment of whether she might've been right up to your discretion.
[His eyes linger with interest on the unclothed shape of her, the mix of soft curves and sturdy muscles demanded of someone who labours for a living. And when she takes his hand, lifting it up to the collar of the robe that's already beginning to slip away from her shoulders, he can feel his heart beat a more lively tune against the inside of his ribs.
He teases the fabric down her shoulders and free of her arms, letting his hands follow it down so they leave cool trails on her flushed skin. His eyes traverse her exposed skin unabashedly, lingering over her collarbones, her breasts, the naked curve of her shoulders, the intriguing landscape where smooth lower belly becomes bay upper chest. He smiles at her, his hands smoothing idly along the warm hide just below her upper torso.]
I seem to have run out of clothes to help you with.
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I’m really good at assessments…
[That’s not even just an attempt at saying something rousing, that’s a reassurance. She hadn’t gotten to be one of the great Sha Gozen’s most trusted plains guides for nothing! And sure, she didn’t usually use that skill for evaluating how good her clients were in bed, at handling a mare in heat, but…
She laughs, just a little, at his comment about her nakedness when he was still hidden away from her in half an undershirt, belt, trousers, boots… oh, gods, it was even more than she remembered to think of…]
That’s because I’m dressed for the plains and Liem is dressed for Oppara still…
[Except for the boots, anyway. She moves to undo his belt with strong, calloused fingers, her dark amber eyes flitting between his face and his body, still so hidden… and she- she wanted them both to be naked, how novel that would be…]
But you can help me with these clothes…
[She wants to see him, too. As much as she’d hate to lose the touch of his hand for herself, even momentarily… she shivers slightly in the wake of his cool touch, the way it felt so soothing against the urgent heat of a rut and yet so rousing, so part of what made her burn. Where his hand had trailed down her body her skin pebbles slightly with goose flesh, a nipple tightens slightly with an aching sigh as if it were brisk out, and her muscles twitch in her lower chest beneath his fingers. Not because it is scary to her that his skin didn’t feel like a human’s of a jinba’s, but because-]
Ah… that feels so nice…
[Like a fresh, cool cloth placed across a feverish brow.]
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Then we'd best remedy this imbalance as soon as possible.
[He teases gently, reluctantly leaving the warmth of her chest behind to tuck his holy symbol into his collar and then pull his undershirt over his head. His body is a pale landscape of lean muscle and faded scars — most years old at least and barely visible. The symbol he's opted to keep wearing rests coyly against his chest, somehow making his nakedness there more conspicuous.]
I hope it's alright if this stays on.
[He presses his palm once more against her lower chest, this time to steady himself as he lifts one foot up behind him to ease the plains-style boot free — though his balance doesn't really seem to need any help.]
I prefer not to be without it.
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[He may be teasing, but Konoha's response is far too sincere, watching perhaps even a bit too intently as he begins to pull that last layer up and over. She knew he'd be pale, and after her little peeks during baths she knew he'd be far more well muscled than she would have thought a priest would be, but... she didn't expect the scars she can see now that she's up close. They don't look new, but... a sympathetic look wells up in her eyes as her fingers follow in the wake of the fabric that has gone, tracing over them... and his ribs, and the slight curve of his spine, and the angles of his shoulder blades, swallowing heavily to try and keep her desire down. He still wasn't fully undressed, she had to wait-]
Of course, it's alright... I'd- [Oh, no] n- never tell you... you had to... take that off...
[She has to answer him, but halfway through her assurance that the symbol of his god was more than welcome to stay several things happen all at once that make her words start to waver and stutter, face growing ruddier and more shamefully aware. His palm comes to brace against her lower chest, which, for as equine as it was... it was technically a breast, to her, and it makes her shudder in surprise, her nethers clenching wantonly behind her. And that... that makes more proof of her desire slip down velvet soft skin, trace down a bay inner thigh, and oh, gods, what if it stains the-
A flirtatious flick of tail splatters a few droplets of musky arousal across the floor. (She knows that's why centaurs liked to do it outside, but she wants to-)
She buries her face in his hair, even if all that does is surround her with his scent and make her want him all the more, her breathing growing heavier, her touch more possessive despite how she still tries not to interfere in his movements. He still has a boot on, his trousers on- ! She can't help it, she's already looking for the fastener, even though she knows it's unfair, she hasn't done anything for him yet to urge him to meet the heights of desire her biology had already pushed her to, and yet-]
Liem, I can't...
[It's embarrassing to admit to a two-legged man, human or not, but she has to be honest now. It's not like her body wouldn't be, whether she liked it or not.]
I can't wait much longer, I'm sorry... I wanted to do it slow and sexy like, but- Can you undress faster... ?
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Tell me what you want.
[His other hand works at his second boot, tugging the fastenings undone rather more hastily than he had for the first one. Between his thighs, his cock begins to ache again against the confines of his trousers; but his voice remains patient, warm and molten as it floats into her ear.]
While I'm finishing. Tell me exactly what you want me to use my hands, my mouth for once I'm done.
[Never before has the act of simply removing a few articles of clothing seemed so monumental. He wiggles the second boot free of his heel.]
Be as explicit as you like.
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Even just the weight of his hand on the back of her neck, heavy enough to feel but not enough to trap, the soft brush of his breath and those words along the curve of his ear... It summons a shudder of desire that travels down from her nape beneath his palm along her spine, past the short, dark vestigial mane that linked both her "halves" and all the way to the tip of her tail, which quivers before another anxious flick.
As explicit as she liked... What she liked and what she could actually say might be two different things, but oh... Oh, she wants to try...]
I want... I want you to touch me... there... beneath my tail...
[She can't quite bring herself to say the words she knew for her nethers in Taldan... They sounded so lewd compared to her own native tongue, somehow? She didn't know why, but surely it was clear enough... ?]
To... rub me, and... kiss me...
[She might only have experience with quicker, rougher mounts, but she'd... heard things, and seen things, she was well aware there were... plenty of things men and women might do together, so if they were going to stay in this hotel room, if he was really going to let her burn her rut out with him-]
Your fingers look so clever... and your lips are so soft and cool... Can you-
[Her desperate fingers finally find the fastener on his trousers, undoing it and immediately- ah, no, what if she accidentally tangled up his knees or interfered in his undressing? Instead of trying to pull them down all the way before he's ready, she slips her fingertips around the line of his hips, looking for fabric to slip under and dip inside his remaining clothes, her warm, questing touch searching for the stiffening swell of his erection.]
Can you take me over the peak... ? I can't... My mind is so full of lewd things, I don't think I can focus on anything else until you do, until you make me...
["Cum". She does know that word, but she blushes and nuzzles into his hair instead of saying it, an aching whimper muffled in the gray strands at his temples. Her fingers find his cock, cradling him gently with just her thumb stroking up an down while she was trapped in the tight space between his skin and the fabric.]
Please... ? And then-
[A heavy swallow, both of her heartbeats pounding. Her body craved pleasure in this state, but what it actually needed to settle down was seed, as much of it as he could give her, so-]
I could do things for you... You could tell me what you want, too...
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She isn't the only one who's having trouble thinking about anything other than sex.]
I can. I will.
[There is a smile in his voice as he relinquishes his hold on her neck to slide both hands to the waist of his undone trousers. His eagerness is obvious, and so is his confidence that he'll be able to do what she asks. But he still eases his pants carefully, deliberately down his waist, freeing the hand trapped against him, before sliding them fully off to stand naked with her, finally.]
I want you to touch me, too.
[It would be hard not to, with her already teasing him with her hand. He wants more; he wants her to tease his cock while she explores him with her mouth; he wants her to indulge her curiosity and her hunger with his body. Liem tips his head so he can find her lips, his fingers splaying over her waist as he kisses her warmly.]
But before that… I want to taste you. I want to make you come.
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His cock is in her hand, after all. She’d been careful when he finally divested himself of his trousers, but finally without them, unconstrained by inseam or waistband, she’d been unable not to return there… and though she hungered to curiously admire how he looked fully nude, not just a little peek in the bath, she can’t stop herself from cleaving close into the circle of his arms around her “waist”, where she curves her spine to be bridge the distance in their heights and kiss him.]
Please, Liem…
[I want to make you come, and her hoof scrapes a bit noisily as she eagerly paws the wooden floor. Her lips take to the warmth easily, but it isn’t long before she tries for hot, for open, pressing her own desires into what feels like a last kiss. After all… if he wants to taste her, she will lose this touch to the discongruity of their bodies, it feels like it might be forever until she can do this again… so before they part she gently recurls her fingers around his stiffening cock, clumsily but oh-so-eagerly stoking from root to tip as she breaks just barely from his lips, her voice spilling out in the scant space between them.]
Please, please, please…
[Her sweet pleas grow quieter each time until it just a whisper, then just a shape of the syllables that her lips make as she forced herself to stop touching him. There is a moment when she closes her eyes and realizes she shouldn’t… just stand there in the middle of the room. Even if she could lock her knees and do it standing, it was probably an awkward height for him… and she had nothing to brace on…
Konoha’s eyes and mind reluctantly focus as best she can on… logistics. She wanted him to touch her, kiss her, not put a crick in his neck… and with a reluctant sound and a barely audible assurance, she slowly untangles from his embrace and forces her shaky limbs to carry her to the large bed. She pulls the two pillows from it first and casts them to the floor as if just to get them out of the way before she carefully positions her legs and eases her weight down… until she’s found the position that feels like it might work.
Turning to look back over her shoulder, her cheeks red and her eyes glazed with want, she invites him closer to where she has curled up on the mattress, her back legs tucked up under her belly to try and keep from kicking and her rump hanging just off the edge. Her long ebon tail refuses to grant her a single moment of modesty, hitched high with wanton urge to show off for the stallions around her, but it’s just… it’s just them, in here, it’s only Liem now who sees how desperately slick her nethers are, arousal glistening and already threatening to overflow from dark lips that are velvet soft, brief glimpses of slick pick insides and the swell of her spade-shaped clitoris on offer with each flutter of muscles and each shallow inhale.]
Is this… Is this good… ?
[Oh. The pillows are there for his knees.]
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Instead he settles for watching her as she moves to position herself properly on the bed — and this time, not for sleep. The way her lower body moves is fascinatingly unfamiliar, equine and yet not, ungainly but somehow still graceful as she lowers her bulk onto the mattress. His eyes are drawn unfailingly to the flashes of soft, glistening pink winking wantonly at him from beneath her tail; they seem to be beckoning him, so he would be remiss not to draw closer.
He smiles when she peers back at him, appreciating the flush in her cheeks as she looks over her shoulder.]
It's perfect.
[The discarded cushions make a convenient platform for him to kneel upon once Konoha has made herself comfortable. He settles atop them, rests one hand on the bed next to her and runs the other up the back of one rounded haunch, from upper thigh up to just below her tail. Curiously, he slides his hand back down to run his thumb over slick, velvety lips, then around the swollen bud of her clitoris, acquainting himself with her heat and her shape. He still wants to taste her, and he intends to — but he takes this moment to look, first.]
You've grown impatient for me, haven't you?
[He does lean forward then, but only to press a kiss to the back of her haunch, next to her wanting nethers. And as his thumb whispers over her clit, he slides cool fingers inside her.]
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Her fingers curl anxiously for lack of something (someone) to hold, fisting in the bedsheets as he approaches and her entire body hums with anticipation. He was going to touch her- and when he does her rump fairly jumps in surprise even though she’d seen it coming. Her hide quivers for a moment in instinctual reaction, and along with it… her nethers clench and wink open again, all but pleading for his attention.
Was she more impatient than other heats? Konoha almost wants to turn away and hide her blush and the way her lip trembles, but she also definitely can’t. His touch was sliding over her powerful body, his lips leave a soft kiss on her haunch, and her throat is suddenly so dry. She opens her mouth to say his name, to tell him he was right, so right-
But nothing comes out but air in the shape of words, a little whimper curled back by her tongue… that suddenly becomes a loud, embarrassing one when his fingers slip inside the hot clutch of her body. The barely there swirl of touch over the large, spade-shaped source of pleasure makes her legs spasm, she almost tries to kick out-
And it will become very obvious why she laid herself down with her back legs so intentionally tucked underneath her belly. Without the weight of a stallion pressing down heavy on her back, she had to do it. She would, she would, she’s not going to let herself kick him no matter how good it felt-]
Oh, Liem…
[Finally, the words she meant to say work there way free of her throat on the heels of a soft moan. She can feel… she hadn’t known if the peculiar chill of his skin would register there, where she felt her hottest, but it does, he does, the soft friction of rub and intrusion accompanied by a faint contrast in temperature that somehow both soothes and arouses at the same time, making her nethers clench eagerly in response. She’d been growing wet with need since the market- no, since the night before when she lay in bed sleepless nuzzling against him and inhaling his scent, so that proof of her arousal is already there, a wet sound and a slickness that wells up around his fingers and out, glistening on the plump, soft lines of her womanhood and the swell of her clit. Did he think… did he think it was too messy, or too bestial, or too hot… ? Konoha grows nervous as if he might suddenly regret his eagerness and rescind his offer when faced with the actual reality of coupling, but-
He’s still just looking at her over her over the curve of her rump when she finds his eyes, with their peculiar shade that reminded her he wasn’t human either. He’d asked if she was impatient for him, and she was, undoubtably. So much so that-]
I don’t know what’s wrong with me…
[She’s been in heat countless times before. She’s sated it with partners a few times before. But this time…
Somethings different.]
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Already his hand is a mess — he feels sympathy for the maid who will have to clean the bed linens later — but even as he notes it, a small, pleased smile curves his lips. He thinks, with a tingle of warmth over his cheeks, that they'll probably both have a mess made of them before the night is over.]
Now why do you say that?
[His question is barely more than a murmur as he slides his fingers back over her, rubbing more insistently than before. The gentle humour in his expression suggests that he's not especially worried about her personal suspicions of sexual deviance, if that's indeed where her concerns lie.
This is the first time Liem has been intimate with anyone of Konoha's shape — but Oppara saw its fair share of non-humans, and in that human-dominated metropolis, many of them ended up at the same bars he tended to frequent when he was hoping for companionship. If being attracted to people not of your own species is a mark of deviance, Liem surely has her beat in terms of both variety and number.]
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But now it's something else, something new. Something that makes her eyelashes flutter and a sharp canine glint pale where she pinches on the dusky rose of a lip as his already slick fingers press in deeper and whisper along the way over the sensitive core of her pleasure, making her body clench even more excitedly, her double pulse pounding in her ears and almost echoing in her clit. She has to open her mouth to speak, but it's hard, a breathy little sigh escapes before she can try to give voice to it.]
Because...
[Why... Why did she say that? It wasn't because he was a different species, because... she can't feel that way, not when she'd been raised by hands of a race not her own, when she knew better than most what it felt like to be Other, even just a little, no matter what world you had your hoof (er, feet) in. It wasn't because she actually felt like what they were doing right now was wrong (besides, well, the fact that... he was her client, but-)
It was-]
Because just kissing shouldn't make it this much hotter...
[But just kissing... seemingly had. Even if a part of her suspects it wasn't "just" kissing at all... Konoha curls her equine parts in a bit tighter, just enough that she can look over her shoulder easier, with less strain, because she knows now in this moment that she doesn't want to look away from him. Though she can't reach him with her hands, or kiss him anymore with her lips... It's just temporary, just for now. She will later, and until then-]
Should it... ?
[Her expression is just as naked as the rest of her, curious and wanting and affectionate and needing, desperately needing, her tail quivering and her hands fisting trembling in the sheets.]
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Spoken like a woman who has never been properly kissed.
[Indeed, that's a bold statement for her to make when she admitted not hours earlier that she'd never been kissed by anyone other than him. And if her only experience with sexual encounters has been hasty couplings in the throes of heat-lust, just unions with stallions interested in a quick fuck when her cycle has made her eager to be bred…
No. She wouldn't have much experience with kissing, or touching, or foreplay of any kind, would she?
For now, he continues to pleasure her with just his fingers, teasing the eager bud of her clit and delving deeper to stroke along her inner walls as he watches her looking back at him. He is loath to abandon the pleasure of watching the results of his attentions — and yet.
And yet, he wants keenly to taste her, and to hear the breaths catch in her throat at the attention of his mouth. His wanting curiosity will not let him resist much longer.]
Shall I kiss you again?
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Should he kiss her again? Should he kiss her there, beneath her tail? She isn't sure if she's ever heard such a foolish question-]
Please, Liem...
[She begs sweetly, softly, aching to hold and explore him but held back by their biology. In place of him, her hands rub over the sheets, tender and wanting, caressing them until she can get closer again, pretending it might be his hand that slides up her belly to tentatively squeeze a breast, thumb flicking gently over a taut nipple.]
I'll-
[She's just as reluctant to give up the sight of him there around the curve of her bay rump, she'll miss it so, but the thought of him not showing her what such a thing would feel like, now, is far too painful an ache. So-]
I'll watch...
[Even if she couldn't see much at all but the hints of pointed ears and the crown of his hair.]