[His reactions are almost separate, the stirring of loins and the focus of the mind, but Kiritsubo’s are just so blended that they cannot be distinguished from the other, that she cannot decouple her lusts from her movements, even if she could choose not to act on them if she had to. Her little comment is a husky, teasing whisper despite the very serious idea of being killed by an attack one didn’t see coming or could not defend against. She tosses her head into the slide of his fingers through her current shape’s heavy golden hair, her spine arches and presses breasts fuller than the last time he’d held them against his chest so that she might wriggle her hips invitingly each time his touch brushed near the base of her tail-
And when he pulls her atop him when he falls back onto the mattress, she smiles back, with a muzzle full of sharp teeth from the half-beast form that he had expressed a budding new interest in when they’d spoken of her abilities beyond their uses in assassination. The change had been seamless. Near instant. The hands that now move to brace and pin on his shoulders are coated in soft white fur, paw-like but still a bit more humanoid and opposable, with claws and plush pads, and her suddenly digitigrade rear legs slip along his sheets until they find the purchase to lever up slightly, her tail still betraying her intent. A slightly cold nose trails along the edge of his jaw, then whiskers, then muzzle, marking him, before her long tongue lolls and then laps a line up his throat.]
Mmm… You’re welcome, lover~
[She wouldn’t do the favors she is for just anyone, though there is still plenty she wouldn’t do for him. (If it conflicted with her own goals, her own stance.). Still… he’s proven himself a very reliable man, in more ways than one. And right now...]
If you wanted to show me your appreciation, though... I’ve been in Springstar so long, all alone, working so hard…
[Very intentionally, yet very naturally, she grinds lazily against his stiffening erection, the black “lips” of this form peeling back to reveal even more smirking, glistening teeth. The dark eyes, though, blacker than black… those are Kiritsubo at the core, no matter what form she takes. Now… laughing eyes, when she teasingly confides,]
And the serious little clerks in the Heliopolis and the uptight Legionary lieutenants are just such disappointing fucks, Amos…
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[His reactions are almost separate, the stirring of loins and the focus of the mind, but Kiritsubo’s are just so blended that they cannot be distinguished from the other, that she cannot decouple her lusts from her movements, even if she could choose not to act on them if she had to. Her little comment is a husky, teasing whisper despite the very serious idea of being killed by an attack one didn’t see coming or could not defend against. She tosses her head into the slide of his fingers through her current shape’s heavy golden hair, her spine arches and presses breasts fuller than the last time he’d held them against his chest so that she might wriggle her hips invitingly each time his touch brushed near the base of her tail-
And when he pulls her atop him when he falls back onto the mattress, she smiles back, with a muzzle full of sharp teeth from the half-beast form that he had expressed a budding new interest in when they’d spoken of her abilities beyond their uses in assassination. The change had been seamless. Near instant. The hands that now move to brace and pin on his shoulders are coated in soft white fur, paw-like but still a bit more humanoid and opposable, with claws and plush pads, and her suddenly digitigrade rear legs slip along his sheets until they find the purchase to lever up slightly, her tail still betraying her intent. A slightly cold nose trails along the edge of his jaw, then whiskers, then muzzle, marking him, before her long tongue lolls and then laps a line up his throat.]
Mmm… You’re welcome, lover~
[She wouldn’t do the favors she is for just anyone, though there is still plenty she wouldn’t do for him. (If it conflicted with her own goals, her own stance.). Still… he’s proven himself a very reliable man, in more ways than one. And right now...]
If you wanted to show me your appreciation, though... I’ve been in Springstar so long, all alone, working so hard…
[Very intentionally, yet very naturally, she grinds lazily against his stiffening erection, the black “lips” of this form peeling back to reveal even more smirking, glistening teeth. The dark eyes, though, blacker than black… those are Kiritsubo at the core, no matter what form she takes. Now… laughing eyes, when she teasingly confides,]
And the serious little clerks in the Heliopolis and the uptight Legionary lieutenants are just such disappointing fucks, Amos…