Thread: The Free Use Act (Mission Foxxy x Umbral Badger)

The yelp, the cry, the pain of his nails scratching, as the femboy tensed above him, was like music to Nicki's senses. But, even he wasn't naive enough to expect the sultry male from going down so easily. The tug on his horn was resisted at first, but the effort succeeded in pulling away. With a pop that rivaled the noises Vivian produced across the vehicle, the half-dragon was pulled away from the vibrant, red-purple bruise of a mark so vividly adorning the neko's neck. And, strategically high enough to not be hidden by something so simple as the collar of that dress shirt. The kiss, from that relinquishing action, was double-edged, as Nicki pressed into it eagerly, the heat of his own tongue battling and welcoming the feline-male's.The hand, even, that drew down his chest leaving that light red trail, caused his breathing to quiver with the charge of eroticism that arched between them. Finally, the stretching bite of his lip, as the two separated from the kiss bringing Nicki's attention back to Sydney. Another bit of resistance to that tug, but the hybrid Mamono did let himself get pulled to the side shivering at the warmth of the femboy's breath washing over his ear. He stayed silent to the warning that the CEO threw at him, but the sudden bite to that sensitive nubule of flesh brought a tiny groan from under his breath. The grip in Sydney's white hair, of course, had relaxed, and slipped instead down his side, as Nicki was suddenly dropped backwards. A look of surprise, but quickly regaining composure, at the new perspective up at the gorgeous trap. And with that shirt shrugged off, they both admired one another. One side had a half-dragon, half-manticore hybrid of exotic appeal, scratched about and bruised with crimson marks showing a passion. To the other side, a alluring femboy of a trap, soft and smooth abdomen revealed, unblemished save for the startlingly vibrant bruise of a marking on his neck, claiming him to another. The tug on his cock sent Nicki's hips up rather hard a thrust of enough force to actually bounce the light neko upwards. At this, and the CEO's words, the Mamono's lips twisted up into a tiny, one-sided smirk. Most people won't, huh? The look shining in those mis-matched hues was a dangerous one, sparkling with a hunger, but a cunning now up to the challenge of beating Sidney on his own dominancy game. But look at you... you're so hard... , with another sudden tug to that slender tail, that hands slowly slipped down, around the pert ass, to reach betwixt the trap's legs, and curl around that manhood there. Without even a pause for sensation, it began to stroke rapidly. Not even close to the skill of someone as ridiculously practiced as the neko, but with a vigor and soft touch that belied someone of haughty passion. ...That you're practically dripping. I bet you'd beg for me to bend you over right here... Of course, there was something to be said about Nicki's own erection it was throbbing with a heat against Sidney's grasp. Rigidly hard, and almost hot to the touch, that thick shaft was pulsing with a rapid heartbeat of pleasure. ...And you've left me with so many marks... In my country, we share... The hand that had once vacated the femboy's hair, returned, and suddenly shoved his head downwards, up against the hybrid's abdomen, to stare down at the sights of their members pressed together, stroked by their combined efforts, and dripping with the evidence of their pending euphoria. ...And I think I have just the way to mark you up in return... , came the haughty, lusty little growl from Nicki. And, with that, his hand tightened considerably in the neko's hair he wasn't letting the femboy's head move. Without some clever action on his half, he'd soon be on the receiving end of at least, Nicki's coming climax. But if that wasn't enough, the half-dragon leaned his own head down slightly, flicking a tongue out across the barest tip of the neko's feline ear. A-Ah, but you like it rough... , and without so much as a warning, teeth lashed out, nipping down over the tip of it, before a tense suction was applied. Coinciding, of course, with a particularly tight, squeezing stroke of that rod between his legs. A predicament of a position, to be sure, what with the way that Nicki's rod felt precariously close, those throbs running its length only increasing with the speed of the half-dragon's laborious breaths. But, nothing was pinning that femboy from the opposite end, beside the hold on his hair. With a wild enough maneuver, could he--or would he want to--beat the foreigner's turn of attitude?