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[ she's pliant and passionate all in the same breath, the touch of her tongue against his stoking the embers of his desire as it coils in his chest. he's smiling when she pretends to chastise him, warmly delighted in the note of mischief in her voice as his hands come to find her waist, resting affectionately before one comes up behind her, pulling down the zipper of her pretty dress.

it's retaliation for the deliberate way she grinds on him, and he shakes his head in amusement. ]

I've had worse, Doctor.

[ he murmurs gently. this? this isn't all that scarring in the grand scheme of things, and he's more than capable of keeping this going -- which is what he does then he surges upwards in a heartbeat, reversing their positions so that he's the one pinning her to the bed.

gunmetal eyes gleam, full of promise as he keeps his gaze fixed on her pretty face, that lovely body, a calloused finger trailing down between full, equally lovely breasts, hooking the fabric to tug it down, down.

losing to him has never been more rewarding, has it? ]

I think I have an idea on how to make things better.

[ Normally, she'd struggle— she's not the type to give up her control, pleasing her partners is priority rather than her own. It's satisfying to her to see them in throes of pleasure she's invoked in them, to see them gasping and flushed from satisfaction she's given...

So when he loosens her dress and she suddenly finds herself on her back, her eyes widen because it's rare that someone challenges her control. But then his fingers are trailing down right where she knows she's vulnerable and exposing her. It's late, she has no reason to be wearing anything beyond what she wears at home— so what he sees is just herself, bared like him, and she feels her face fluster a bit as she looks up at him.

It's a soft look she rarely gives anyone, has yet to give like this with more meaning— but she breathes out as she slides her hands up to his chest, feeling over that broad expanse of his chest and lifting her leg to his side to urge him closer to her.

Her dress is hanging off uselessly now, exposing her upper body enough to show most of her full chest with the dress straps pulled down to her elbows, and she breathes out before quirking her lip. ]

I think I could offer a few suggestions as well.

[ Her hand on his chest slides down to cover his, pulling that rough hand back over a breast- letting him take fabric and mound into his grasp as she shivers a bit from the contact. She never says it, but any attention to her chest excites her more than the act beyond it— and she lifts herself up enough to steal a kiss off his mouth. ]

Comfort is a way to heal, too, you know. [ A playful whisper, followed by a soft chuckle, mischief and invitation in her gaze as she inhales his warm scent, letting her tail move between their legs to his groin to continue teasing him as she invites him in. ]

So is pleasure.

[ kogami counters, making a low sound of approval when her mischievous little tail wraps around him too, teasing him when she draws him in. it's a good look on her, this tenderness, the way she looks at him like she's both surprised and endeared at the same time. she's vulnerable now, and they both know it, even if it seems like this is the first time someone's had her on her back.

it fits very well with her personality too, doesn't it? megumi prefers to take charge in just about all matters, so this must be an interesting change for her, too -- and it thrills him to know that he gets to see this side of such an incredible woman who obviously knows what she wants.

drawn impossibly to her boldness and her beauty, he smiles and kisses her back before he pulls away just a little, admiring -- she really does have incredible breasts, and he praises them when he draws his hand away, dropping kisses down her elegant neck, down, down to take a nipple in his mouth, hand coming to the other to gently pinch and knead, cupping her breast and rubbing his palm against her nipple in open worship. ]

You're gorgeous.

[ he murmurs, eyes dark as he nudges against her. ]

All of it off. Now. Leave your underwear on.

[ Shameless... yet, hardly something she'd refuse. This man truly has a way of slipping in between the cracks and making his way in deeply, doesn't he? Every time she thinks she's gotten him pinned...

But that's what keeps him so endearing, and why she feels like she can rely on him. For something that means as much to her as protecting those in need— for so much else she wouldn't ask many to involve themselves in. Tonight is just one of those times she feels like this fragmented world has someone who won't disappear unless he absolutely must.

She'll welcome whatever he wants to give as much as she gives him— and it is true that she hasn't been on her back in a long time. She usually rides on top or between folks' legs, ready to drive them mad with lust. But watching Kogami like this is intoxicating, and despite her self-control, her cheeks burn as she closes her eyes to every kiss and then— his compliment makes her shiver, ears flicking back as she lifts her upper body to his mouth. She clearly likes it, a fragrant scent of arousal following as she hears him talk, and her expression becomes one of amusement at his compliment to which she replies. ]

I try. You don't need to make the effort though, handsome...

[ He's beautiful, after all, and he knows it just as much as she does. She's been blessed by the goddess and she maintains herself as best as she can to look good— though a surge of excitement raced through her at his command and gaze.

No one dares attempt to command her, and those that do wish they held their tongue. But this— she chuckes quietly as she slowly sits up, her gaze fixed on him before she whispers— ]

Not many have the stones to try and command a matriarch. Consider this a reward.

[ She hasn't undressed this openly for anyone in a while, so she's making him watch as she slides down her dress, clearly placing herself on display for him as she does and slides the fabric off over her legs and feet before she drops all that she was wearing off the side of the bed.

Her panties have ties to the sides, and she has no shame or hesitation barring herself as she leans over and steals a kiss. ]

Beginning to feel healed, love?

[ More teasing, as she takes one of his hands into hers to bring close to her face, purring as she guides his fingers down her front. Wanting him to caress her more. ]

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[ the great and terrible thing about kogami is that he doesn't much care for titles. it doesn't matter to him, and so, unfortunately, the significance of it is lost on him -- but what is most important is how she reacts, opening up to him like a flower to the sun. this is new to her, too, he realises. he can read it in the way she reacts to him, the things she says that makes him raise his brows in surprise. ]

Seems like no one has done this for you in awhile, huh?

[ has her on her back, or seek to pleasure her just for the sake of it. he's perceptive, watching her with open admiration s she strips off for him, lovely and almost naked save for that small, sensuously flimsy scrap of material. it's delightful.

leaning down to give her the kiss she's stealing, meeting her halfway, he lets her guide his fingers to where she wants him, touching, exploring for himself -- he reaches down to tug the strings of her underwear free, drawing it off her as he admires that pretty little cunt, soft and inviting. ]

Maybe a little. Spread your legs.

[ She doesn't of course, mean to throw her partners under the proverbial chocobo carriage, so to speak. Everything she's done she does with affection, even if she doesn't often look to having her own pleasure satisfied.

But the point remains that it's never a question of her rejecting it— she's just not one to force it. If her partner is too tired and ravished to return affection, she won't demand it.

She stopped demanding ever since it went nowhere with someone she loved until death do them part.

There's a mild hint of sheepishness, as though asking him not to judge anyone else badly for it— none of her lovers have been bad, not in the least. ]

Let's just say I'm more than many can handle, aye?

[ Which is true. She's aggressive and in charge, it's hardly a wonder no one would seek to challenge it at risk to their ego. However, as he strips her of the last bit of fabric while her own hands wander his body— a body she knows better. A body she'll heal and tease and punish if it's not cared for— before she exhales and slides herself back against the headboard of the bed. Beckoning him closer as she raises her legs onto the mattress and lets him look at her, one hand stroking the light brush of her natural fur above her pleasure. It's trimmed and groomed— clearly she knows how to look after her body for pleasure, even if few ever get to this point. Her lower lips are clean, healthy, and she beckons with her free hand over a knee. ]

Don't be stingy.

[ She's like a true matriarch right now— ]

Off with the pants.

[ And a lift of her head to gesture to his own lower clothing. They'll stand on even ground even if she's allowing this command of pleasure. ]

I can handle you.

[ he tells her after a moment. it's a reassurance, a reminder -- she might be too much for others but not for him, and she deserves to be cared for, held, pleased, overwhelmed. he laughs softly when she makes her demands, however, and he reaches to shuck the rest of his clothes off, his cock half-hard but still thick and heavy, large between muscled thighs.

he's admiring her at the same time, a hand coming between her thighs to spread her open, running a finger down the soft curls and down, down between the lips of her soft, willing pussy, spreading them to take a look at his prize. ]

Lean back. Let me see you properly.

[ Can he. The fact that he makes that declaration at all is more than what most do, and it's pleasing to hear it even if she'll challenge it herself. She's never been a lie-back-and-take-it lover, though she's more than happy to watch him undress himself, only shifting to help him discard his clothing.

He's gorgeous, built like a fantasy brought to life- from his thick neck down to those broad shoulders and strong arms. He has a fighter's build, one she's all too familiar with- and it's difficult to want to resist when he looks this delectable.

She hasn't really bothered to hold back in a while, but she knows this is hardly limited to his good looks alone. He emanates solitude, yet offers companionship like a guardian. It's alluring, especially as someone who has had to learn to embrace solitude as well.

So when his hand comes between her legs, she arches, prettily- let no one say she has any doubts about the effects of her own appearance, and at his words, she dips her head, ears flicking as she watches him with amusement before she releases a soft, breathy chuckle. ]

If you say so.

[ With a tilt of her head, she slides herself back, shameless, confident and inviting as she props her upper body on an arm behind her, her raised leg tilted while one spreads in front of her. It's a sensual pose more than blatant- she's still teasing while giving him a display of her. It's part of what she calls invoking the moon goddess- she's a devotee and embodies her will, after all.

And the goddess embodies the lovers.

Now matched to his sight, she raises an arm to push her long hair back and off her shoulder, clearly excited and letting her gaze flick over his lower body with a quiet hunger in her gaze before lifting it back to him. ]

I know I like what I'm seeing, but I'm not the one in need of healing here.

[ A soft tease, before she tilts her head. ]

Keep looking like that and I might just make you suffer, Kogami.

[ Like making him watch while she pleasures herself. Wouldn't that be cruel? ]

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