I was going through my drafts and found this - I'm not likely to write any more of it, but here's what I've got. Tiefling genitalia are lovingly ripped from the Homestuck bulge/nook setup.
Jester may have proven herself capable of some pretty skillful quick thinking in the last few days, but this was an entirely different thing to think out. And if she was going to think it out, she’d need a bit of stimulating activity, and it wasn’t much of a stretch after that to reach up to stroke his hair and press his face down into her tits. “So beautiful,” the Traveler - Artagan sighs, cupping the side of one in his hand. “Perfect, inside and out.” “Sssshhhh,” she says, smiling. She guides him down further, until he’s kneeling on the ground in front of her, and spreads her legs, giving him access beneath her skirts. He brings his face down between her legs, and it is only due to deliberate restraint on her part that her bulge is not already writhing beneath her skirts. She prefers it when he has to take all of her in his mouth at once, and he knows that from fucking her and watching her get fucked. When he flicks his tongue over the tip, it responds in kind, and oh, it’s all she can do to wait the half-second until he presses his lips to it. She cards her hands through his hair as he sucks against her, and finally she lets her bulge extend into the soft heat of his mouth. She runs it over those sharp fey eyeteeth of his, carefully, of course, but without fear that he’d lose control or nip at her. Not her Traveler. So gentle, so sweet. The technique is different, she knows, from what you’d do on a dick. No need for him to bob his head along her length when she can fuck herself on his mouth pretty easily. She just needs a warm hole and can do the rest herself, but oh, when she feels his tongue lick a stripe up her she amends that statement. She doesn’t need it, but if he’s in this worshipful mood, she wraps herself around that long, silver tongue and lets him go to town. It’s so nice, really, very nice, although… “Traveler,” she says, in the sternest of playful tones, “aren’t you forgetting something?” Perhaps she should have waited, but a girl has a right to some impatience when someone says he’s going to worship her and then neglects half of what she needs to get off. She feels his hand brush across the lips of her cunt, and sighs as he plunges two fingers inside of her.
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FILL: Jester/Traveler, Cunnilingus, Worship
Date: 2020-07-06 07:14 pm (UTC)Jester may have proven herself capable of some pretty skillful quick thinking in the last few days, but this was an entirely different thing to think out. And if she was going to think it out, she’d need a bit of stimulating activity, and it wasn’t much of a stretch after that to reach up to stroke his hair and press his face down into her tits.
“So beautiful,” the Traveler - Artagan sighs, cupping the side of one in his hand. “Perfect, inside and out.”
“Sssshhhh,” she says, smiling.
She guides him down further, until he’s kneeling on the ground in front of her, and spreads her legs, giving him access beneath her skirts. He brings his face down between her legs, and it is only due to deliberate restraint on her part that her bulge is not already writhing beneath her skirts. She prefers it when he has to take all of her in his mouth at once, and he knows that from fucking her and watching her get fucked. When he flicks his tongue over the tip, it responds in kind, and oh, it’s all she can do to wait the half-second until he presses his lips to it.
She cards her hands through his hair as he sucks against her, and finally she lets her bulge extend into the soft heat of his mouth. She runs it over those sharp fey eyeteeth of his, carefully, of course, but without fear that he’d lose control or nip at her. Not her Traveler. So gentle, so sweet.
The technique is different, she knows, from what you’d do on a dick. No need for him to bob his head along her length when she can fuck herself on his mouth pretty easily. She just needs a warm hole and can do the rest herself, but oh, when she feels his tongue lick a stripe up her she amends that statement. She doesn’t need it, but if he’s in this worshipful mood, she wraps herself around that long, silver tongue and lets him go to town. It’s so nice, really, very nice, although…
“Traveler,” she says, in the sternest of playful tones, “aren’t you forgetting something?” Perhaps she should have waited, but a girl has a right to some impatience when someone says he’s going to worship her and then neglects half of what she needs to get off. She feels his hand brush across the lips of her cunt, and sighs as he plunges two fingers inside of her.