If Seras had any idea what was actually going on in that pretty little head of his, she might actually lose her mind. She's had a few intimate dreams but... save for the absolute debauchery present in the Captain's memory, she couldn't manifest even a single mental image of something that lurid if her life depended on it! She can't even begin to fathom what sort of scenario his subconscious has concocted, but it's really doing it for him, isn't it? Not that she's complaining, considering the interesting effect it seems to be having on him outside of the dream. She's never heard him like this before and has a feeling she may think of nothing but these sounds for the coming days.
It doesn't take long before he's begun to move for her, rutting into her hand, pushing into her lower back with a desperate insistence, shaking her from her anxious trance. At least this seemed to be the right move for him, physically... he does seem to be getting more out of this than the fruitless grinding of his tail. She was so thrown by sizing him up that she doesn't even notice that she's been left alone to tend to his aching arousal until that tail of his has begun to snake its way up her leg, hot and curious just like its owner. Despite the heat emanating from the slithering limb, the sensation itself manages to send a chill up her spine, prickling her flesh and leaving her shuddering against her lustfully slumbering lover.
This was supposed to be a simple act of service (of a sort) helping him by facilitating a more pleasurable experience than he could achieve in his sleep. The decision to relieve him was made so quickly that she hadn't exactly stopped to think what it would do to her. It's hard to ignore her own tensions, but she knows she must stay strong.
Instead, Seras opts to stay on course with her original plan; she's here to relieve him of his aches, not release herself from her own. Reinforcing her grasp on his angrily pulsing member, she picks up on the eager rhythm of his hips and starts to work opposite, stroking down along the length of his shaft as his thrusts arc upward again and again. It takes a few moments for her to notice the change in her own breathing, realizing belatedly that she too has begun to whimper and gasp and pant, her own hips rocking back against him with the motion of her wrist. Heavy, hot and daunting as he is in her hand, she can't help but imagine what it must feel like inside of her... No-- she can't think like that-- she's thinking too far ahead. Besides, having him wake up to an assisted wanking is going to be jarring enough for him, taking it any further than that would probably be a little much to handle. For both of them.
The thought is tempting though, to scoot up just high enough to get him between her thighs...
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Date: 2022-07-11 08:59 pm (UTC)It doesn't take long before he's begun to move for her, rutting into her hand, pushing into her lower back with a desperate insistence, shaking her from her anxious trance. At least this seemed to be the right move for him, physically... he does seem to be getting more out of this than the fruitless grinding of his tail. She was so thrown by sizing him up that she doesn't even notice that she's been left alone to tend to his aching arousal until that tail of his has begun to snake its way up her leg, hot and curious
just like its owner.Despite the heat emanating from the slithering limb, the sensation itself manages to send a chill up her spine, prickling her flesh and leaving her shuddering against her lustfully slumbering lover.This was supposed to be a simple act of service (of a sort) helping him by facilitating a more pleasurable experience than he could achieve in his sleep. The decision to relieve him was made so quickly that she hadn't exactly stopped to think what it would do to her. It's hard to ignore her own tensions, but she knows she must stay strong.
Instead, Seras opts to stay on course with her original plan; she's here to relieve him of his aches, not release herself from her own. Reinforcing her grasp on his angrily pulsing member, she picks up on the eager rhythm of his hips and starts to work opposite, stroking down along the length of his shaft as his thrusts arc upward again and again. It takes a few moments for her to notice the change in her own breathing, realizing belatedly that she too has begun to whimper and gasp and pant, her own hips rocking back against him with the motion of her wrist. Heavy, hot and daunting as he is in her hand, she can't help but imagine what it must feel like inside of her... No-- she can't think like that-- she's thinking too far ahead. Besides, having him wake up to an assisted wanking is going to be jarring enough for him, taking it any further than that would probably be a little much to handle. For both of them.
The thought is tempting though, to scoot up just high enough to get him between her thighs...