Seras restrains herself from going after that little streak of blood– it’s tempting to lean in for a taste, but the sensation might wake him, and she’s not quite ready for that to happen just yet.
To save them both the embarrassment of a face-to-face encounter upon his waking, Seras decides she’s going to be a little… creative, about the solution to his release relief. Resuming the position they’d fallen asleep in, she closes the distance between them by settling back into the curve of his body and taking her place as the little spoon once more. This sleeping position had always come with a warning; bodies did what bodies were going to do. …This was a little beyond anything she’d come to experience with him yet, but getting pokes and prods here and there were just par for the course. This was just an…advanced version of that! That’s all–
Slipping a hand between their bodies, Seras presses her palm flat against Alfred’s lower belly, hesitating for a beat and giving herself one last chance to abandon ship. She steels herself, closing her eyes and swallowing her nerves before dipping beneath the waistband of his undergarments. She’s immediately greeted by a firm heat twitching pleadingly against her fingers, begging her for attention that his tail simply is unable to provide. A gasp tightens her chest for a split second with the reminder of what she’s up against-- she’d taken his inseam measurements before and been sharing a bed with him for a couple of months now-- one would think that of all things she should remember this. And yet he still manages to take her by surprise. Seras presses onward to tame the beast, pushing her hips back against his, curling her fingers around him before she–... pauses. Hesitates. Oh god, she’s really doing it, she’s touching him. She’s touching him and it feels much bigger in her hand than it looked– and it already looked pretty big!
What’s she supposed to do with all this?
Sorry, Alfred. Having someone gripping but not stroking is probably just about as unsatisfying as his tail grinding, but she needs just a moment to process what exactly she’s gotten herself into.
They are naked, sweating, a tangle of flesh and scale and fur. In the dream, they have been at it for hours, a marathon of intimacy, making up for lost time. She buries the strap-on into him and he moans, he growls, he lets it all go; years of repression, of hiding, of pretending this part of him is something that doesn't matter.
She accepts it. And he wants to give her the night of her life, in return. He NEEDS to. His tail finds its way between her legs, pressing in while she presses into him. It's hard to tell who is fucking who. They kiss, and he can feel electricity where their lips meet.
Alfred isn't sure why, but he feels...powerful, this way.
----
There is what is probably a tense moment for Seras when she wraps her hand around him - the sound he makes is somewhere between a gasp and a growl, his member twitching in her grasp. Her hesitance is...understandable, given the circumstances and his More Than Average Size - but the way his tail has moved out of the way to allow her has him desperate for friction, ragged, whining sounds escaping his plush, bloodied lips.
After a moment of laying there shuddering, he hisses softly...then starts to rock his hips into her grip, his body automatically seeking stimulation. For the moment, he remains asleep, lost in whatever dream he is having, but...how long can that really last? He certainly sounds like he might be stirring a little, the way his breathing is changing against the nape of Seras's neck. The tail that had been coiled between his legs writhes, snakelike between his calves before pushing further forward to wrap loosely around his partner's ankle, and slowly, slowly moving upward.
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...
It's impossible not to notice now - he is definitely stirring out of sleep, slowly but surely, his soft groans turning into louder, lewder moans. Maybe it's the sensation of thrusting into her hand, or maybe it's the sounds she's started to make, the way she's moving in time with him.
Maybe it's something Else that he doesn't quite understand yet.
Whatever the case may be, he groans one last loud, desperate groan before his movements briefly cease, his gasps of lust giving way to a gasp of...surprise. His tail stills, dangerously close to sensitive territory between her legs but not QUITE there.
"A-ah - ah - S-Seras-?"
He twitches guiltily in her grasp, hips giving an uncontrollable little rock that makes him suck a breath over his fangs. His eyes are wide, stunned, and...softly, softly glowing. His tone isn't frightened, it's...different. It's something new.
Alfred swallows hard.
"Mein gott, I - wh-what's - what's going on-?"
It would be more distressing to him, perhaps, if it weren't taking every ounce of self-control he has not to thrust desperately into her grip...and more than that, not to react to a scent he's catching off of her that he must, MUST be imagining.
It's like she got caught with her hand in the cookie jar... But a thousand times worse.
Why did she think he would stay asleep the whole time? Why did she think this was a good idea? Why does he sound like that??? Is she in trouble?
"Ah-- uhm--" Shit, shit, shit. "I-I'm sorry!"
Seras swallows a whine, taking her hand from him and moving to roll over and away to sit up on her knees and bend over them in an apologetic (and decidedly dramatic) bow.
"I-I'm sorry, I-- I thought--" she peeks up through her bangs, trying to gauge his expression, but finding herself stuck on the view from here -- he's so cute drowsy, dazed and on display like that.
No, no...she shouldn't. She didn't ask! Seras whimpers and shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head once more. Oh, no... Why did it look like his eyes were...glowing? Is he that upset? Or is she just seeing things?
She folds her arms in front of her on the bed, bottom in the air, tail wagging in the slow, nervous way it does when a dog is unsure about appeasing their master. "Y-you just sounded like you could-- could use the help? A-and you said my name and everything, so-- so I thought you wanted my help--"
Alfred almost whines himself as she pulls away - but he stifles it well enough by turning his attention instead to the (adorable, wow) prostration in apology. He still doesn't look angry, face flushed, panting a little...and as his wits gather slowly about him, he twitches a little smile, brows knitting together in confusion.
The voice that tumbles from his lips is hoarse, low. It catches him a little off-guard, and he pauses, watching her posture. The way she has her back arched, with her rear in the air like that, he can't help but imagine -
Oh, scheize, he needs to pull himself together, this is his GIRLFRIEND, she heard him having THAT DREAM about HER, and instead of being mortified, she was -
His tongue darts briefly over his lips to wet them.
"I...I'm...a little...embarrassed...that you heard me l-like...like that, but...but I...ah...."
His wings twitch and shudder. He's leaning slowly closer, whether he realizes it or not. Instinct is pulling him in, but he won't dare go any further without being told explicitly that it's okay. He loves her. If she isn't ready, he will excuse himself, and that is that.
But....
"Now that I'm...awake...if you want to, I- ah-"
The glow in his eyes pulses again, and he shudders, his voice tumbling out in a tone Distinctly Different from how he normally speaks.
"...We don't have to stop...if you don't want to."
Oh... She's not in trouble. Thank goodness. Still, her heart races in her chest, having yet to catch up with his permission or to acknowledge his own apparent eagerness to pick up where she left off...
"A-ah... Really?"
Luckily, the rest of her is paying close as attention to his words, his body language, that look in his eye. His return to his demon form brought with it a number of new expressions for her to learn, including the ravenous glare fixated on her at this very moment. The first time she'd noticed it was only a few days ago, after they'd spent some ridiculous amount of time with their mouths and (clothed!) bodies pressed together in this same bed... But she thought she was just seeing things then, too. But after that dream of his ... there's no mistaking it, now. He wants her.
And for god knows how long, she's wanted nothing more than to give herself to him. This is it, this was what she was waiting for-- take the chance while it's being offered, right?
It takes a remarkable level of restraint to avoid tackling him right back onto the bed, but she manages to keep her puppy brain under control. The pace of her wagging picks up as she pushes herself upright, careful not to come across too eager... That might be a little much, right?
"I do..!" Wait, no. "Ah, I-- I mean. I don't-- I don't want to stop. I want to--" No, shut up, she has to stop trying to use words and put that mouth to better use.
So instead, Seras will return to him, tossing her arms around his neck and pressing into a deep, hungry kiss, chuckling low in her chest as she moves to straddle his lap. His excitement is still quite obvious, especially pressed against her like this, their bodies cruelly separated by the satin of her shorts. Though, that may be more enjoyment for him than torment... she can hope, anyway.
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Date: 2022-07-10 09:41 pm (UTC)To save them both the embarrassment of a face-to-face encounter upon his waking, Seras decides she’s going to be a little… creative, about the solution to his
releaserelief. Resuming the position they’d fallen asleep in, she closes the distance between them by settling back into the curve of his body and taking her place as the little spoon once more. This sleeping position had always come with a warning; bodies did what bodies were going to do. …This was a little beyond anything she’d come to experience with him yet, but getting pokes and prods here and there were just par for the course. This was just an…advanced version of that! That’s all–Slipping a hand between their bodies, Seras presses her palm flat against Alfred’s lower belly, hesitating for a beat and giving herself one last chance to abandon ship. She steels herself, closing her eyes and swallowing her nerves before dipping beneath the waistband of his undergarments. She’s immediately greeted by a firm heat twitching pleadingly against her fingers, begging her for attention that his tail simply is unable to provide. A gasp tightens her chest for a split second with the reminder of what she’s up against-- she’d taken his inseam measurements before and been sharing a bed with him for a couple of months now-- one would think that of all things she should remember this. And yet he still manages to take her by surprise. Seras presses onward to tame the beast, pushing her hips back against his, curling her fingers around him before she–... pauses. Hesitates. Oh god, she’s really doing it, she’s touching him. She’s touching him and it feels much bigger in her hand than it looked– and it already looked pretty big!
What’s she supposed to do with all this?
Sorry, Alfred. Having someone gripping but not stroking is probably just about as unsatisfying as his tail grinding, but she needs just a moment to process what exactly she’s gotten herself into.
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Date: 2022-07-11 12:30 am (UTC)She accepts it. And he wants to give her the night of her life, in return. He NEEDS to. His tail finds its way between her legs, pressing in while she presses into him. It's hard to tell who is fucking who. They kiss, and he can feel electricity where their lips meet.
Alfred isn't sure why, but he feels...powerful, this way.
----
There is what is probably a tense moment for Seras when she wraps her hand around him - the sound he makes is somewhere between a gasp and a growl, his member twitching in her grasp. Her hesitance is...understandable, given the circumstances and his More Than Average Size - but the way his tail has moved out of the way to allow her has him desperate for friction, ragged, whining sounds escaping his plush, bloodied lips.
After a moment of laying there shuddering, he hisses softly...then starts to rock his hips into her grip, his body automatically seeking stimulation. For the moment, he remains asleep, lost in whatever dream he is having, but...how long can that really last? He certainly sounds like he might be stirring a little, the way his breathing is changing against the nape of Seras's neck. The tail that had been coiled between his legs writhes, snakelike between his calves before pushing further forward to wrap loosely around his partner's ankle, and slowly, slowly moving upward.
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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...
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Date: 2022-08-09 03:32 am (UTC)Maybe it's something Else that he doesn't quite understand yet.
Whatever the case may be, he groans one last loud, desperate groan before his movements briefly cease, his gasps of lust giving way to a gasp of...surprise. His tail stills, dangerously close to sensitive territory between her legs but not QUITE there.
"A-ah - ah - S-Seras-?"
He twitches guiltily in her grasp, hips giving an uncontrollable little rock that makes him suck a breath over his fangs. His eyes are wide, stunned, and...softly, softly glowing. His tone isn't frightened, it's...different. It's something new.
Alfred swallows hard.
"Mein gott, I - wh-what's - what's going on-?"
It would be more distressing to him, perhaps, if it weren't taking every ounce of self-control he has not to thrust desperately into her grip...and more than that, not to react to a scent he's catching off of her that he must, MUST be imagining.
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Date: 2022-08-10 05:19 am (UTC)Why did she think he would stay asleep the whole time? Why did she think this was a good idea? Why does he sound like that??? Is she in trouble?
"Ah-- uhm--" Shit, shit, shit. "I-I'm sorry!"
Seras swallows a whine, taking her hand from him and moving to roll over and away to sit up on her knees and bend over them in an apologetic (and decidedly dramatic) bow.
"I-I'm sorry, I-- I thought--" she peeks up through her bangs, trying to gauge his expression, but finding herself stuck on the view from here -- he's so cute drowsy, dazed and on display like that.
No, no...she shouldn't. She didn't ask! Seras whimpers and shakes her head, squeezing her eyes shut and lowering her head once more. Oh, no... Why did it look like his eyes were...glowing? Is he that upset? Or is she just seeing things?
She folds her arms in front of her on the bed, bottom in the air, tail wagging in the slow, nervous way it does when a dog is unsure about appeasing their master. "Y-you just sounded like you could-- could use the help? A-and you said my name and everything, so-- so I thought you wanted my help--"
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Date: 2022-08-10 08:00 am (UTC)"No, Seras - Seras, meine liebe, it's - it's okay, d-don't-"
The voice that tumbles from his lips is hoarse, low. It catches him a little off-guard, and he pauses, watching her posture. The way she has her back arched, with her rear in the air like that, he can't help but imagine -
Oh, scheize, he needs to pull himself together, this is his GIRLFRIEND, she heard him having THAT DREAM about HER, and instead of being mortified, she was -
His tongue darts briefly over his lips to wet them.
"I...I'm...a little...embarrassed...that you heard me l-like...like that, but...but I...ah...."
His wings twitch and shudder. He's leaning slowly closer, whether he realizes it or not. Instinct is pulling him in, but he won't dare go any further without being told explicitly that it's okay. He loves her. If she isn't ready, he will excuse himself, and that is that.
But....
"Now that I'm...awake...if you want to, I- ah-"
The glow in his eyes pulses again, and he shudders, his voice tumbling out in a tone Distinctly Different from how he normally speaks.
"...We don't have to stop...if you don't want to."
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Date: 2022-08-11 06:14 am (UTC)"A-ah... Really?"
Luckily, the rest of her is paying close as attention to his words, his body language, that look in his eye. His return to his demon form brought with it a number of new expressions for her to learn, including the ravenous glare fixated on her at this very moment. The first time she'd noticed it was only a few days ago, after they'd spent some ridiculous amount of time with their mouths and (clothed!) bodies pressed together in this same bed... But she thought she was just seeing things then, too. But after that dream of his ... there's no mistaking it, now. He wants her.
And for god knows how long, she's wanted nothing more than to give herself to him. This is it, this was what she was waiting for-- take the chance while it's being offered, right?
It takes a remarkable level of restraint to avoid tackling him right back onto the bed, but she manages to keep her puppy brain under control. The pace of her wagging picks up as she pushes herself upright, careful not to come across too eager... That might be a little much, right?
"I do..!" Wait, no. "Ah, I-- I mean. I don't-- I don't want to stop. I want to--" No, shut up, she has to stop trying to use words and put that mouth to better use.
So instead, Seras will return to him, tossing her arms around his neck and pressing into a deep, hungry kiss, chuckling low in her chest as she moves to straddle his lap. His excitement is still quite obvious, especially pressed against her like this, their bodies cruelly separated by the satin of her shorts. Though, that may be more enjoyment for him than torment... she can hope, anyway.