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[astrolabium]

Are you fantasizing about taking me again, Ragna?

[ She is preening again from his praise, unconsciously reaching down to press her fingers of her free hand into the front fabric of her pajama shorts. The pressure is slight, but it does relieve some of the...arousal developing there. However, it also elicits Mona's hips forward, an earnest, embarrassing display of her own latent desires. Realizing this, she huffs softly and furrows her brow.

Ragna had been a sizeable young man. She can recall how he filled her so vividly—the stretch, what it felt like to have him grinding against her and fucking her open. Would his cock alleviate her now if he were here? Mona has to wonder. ]

I wouldn't be surprised. I know myself that I am of high quality. If you behave sweetly for me right now, I'll allow you another taste of me.

[ Oh, so bold. But Mona is determined to play her part. ]

What would you do first to please me?

[belialedge]

[ Of course he was fantasizing about taking her again. When he gave her that birthday gift, it was a rare yet genuine gesture...but this being the end result? It was the sweetest cherry heh on top. Meanwhile, Ragna's own hand palms over the increasingly thickened front of his pajama pants. A little attention...and maybe just a little bit of imagination when he thinks of Mona's own touch feeling him up. The build-up. The anticipation. The reaction when she saw him for the first time and the measure of just how deep he could take her.

Ah, there it was... There's another heavy throb as his cock hardens up beneath his rolling caresses. A deep hum rumbles in his throat before he answers her. Piece by piece. ]

You've got me getting hard all over again, so yeah.

[ He texts, going right back to rolling his hips up into his firm grasp, not quite dipping down beneath the waistband of his pants quite yet as he squeezes. Pretends that it's her, clenching down for every inch he was worth as he fucked her open and stretched her so sinfully. Their size difference was one thing, but Mona's velvety heat enveloping him was enough to make him see stars before. ]

Lucky you, I've had a lotta time to practice "sweet". Until you don't want me to be.

[ It's her belated birthday present, after all. He can afford to hold off on playing with himself a little longer to feed that pretty little head of hers. ]

How 'bout I pin those wrists of yours over your head first while I start on your neck? Little kisses. Nips that won't leave a mark unless you want it harder.

My hand between your legs warming that pussy up for me nice and wet.

[astrolabium]

So, you'd kiss me first? What a gentleman. Perhaps that rough exterior of yours is softening. You may not have to practice long at being 'sweet'.

[ Despite her cool response, Mona is admittedly flushed. She was never particularly good at talking dirty and often left it to her partners. However, her responses seemed to be enough for them—a flustered expression, cheeks darkening red as she squirmed and nodded along. Mona is embarrassed but nonetheless receptive to any encouragement, especially if there is a layer of praise or worship involved. She might as well turn to putty the instant someone lavishes her with attention.

And Ragna is doing well at it right now. The imagery he paints for her is enough for her to distinctly throb, thighs twitching inwards around the flat of her palm. She decides to peel off her pajama shorts before replying. The air feels cool on her damp panties. ]

Your hand is larger than mine. As soon as you'd use a second finger, I think I'd lose myself. Would it excite you to feel me clench down on you?

[ She releases a soft, heated sigh at the thought. ]

I'm sure I'd be wet enough to take you afterwards.

[belialedge]

[ "Perhaps that rough exterior of yours is softening," she says, and while he's still well and in the mood thanks to Mona's inspiring pictures, Ragna can't help but take a moment to reflect as he reads her message. Softer, to himself, ]

Wouldn't be the first time I'd heard that...

[ "You're not as bad as the wanted posters make you out to be." He wouldn't admit it so readily out loud, but...it did feel good. To actually be seen for who he was beneath the angry front he'd kept up for so many years. In a world where he was given the time to think and express those very feelings buried deep beneath the hate.

It leaves him with a warmer feeling in his chest. ...All the better to sink into his mattress and let her words send pleasant shudders down his spine. Really get his abdomen clutching as he throbs so thickly in his pants. ]

You expect me not to when you taste so damn good?

[ Because it was clear that he wasn't keen on just kissing her on those invitingly soft lips. Or teasingly stopping at just the slender expose of her neck. After all, he's working that slender entrance of hers with that big hand of his to start. ]

I wouldn't mind that, y'know. Curling my fingers just right while you tighten up...you can cum around them.

[ Twitch. Pulse. Throb. A deep moan rumbles in his room as he closes his eyes, lifting his hips as he doesn't quite kick his pajama bottoms off, but shoves them down just far enough for what Mona's going to get next, a good minute later.

Her Watch is pinged. ]

Well? Whaddya say?

[ It's a still shot, but there's no hiding anything from the Astrologist now as he gives her a far more direct treat; a treat in the form of his heavy, long cock, glistening wet from that proud bell end and his fingers forming a ring around the base to keep it upright. ]

You wet enough to take this? It's all for you, birthday girl.

[ Lazily, he starts stroking himself as he admires her prior pictures, stoking the embers and keeping them well lit as he waits for her. ]