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

Nicki wasn't simply putty under the femboy's hands now, but neither did he fight against Sydney's control. With an impassioned kiss, and that tongue invading past his lips, the Mamono eagerly applied suction to it, and danced his own dexterous tongue in a swirl about the neko's. Of course, when they parted, there was still a gasp of surprised that slipped free from him, when the buttons of his shirt went flying about the limousine. Frankly, he wasn't expecting that strength from the diminutive form of the trap. But, his eyes were just as quickly on the sight of Sydney's own slim form. Under the neko's hands, Nicki's toned body felt exsquisite. He wasn't objectedly muscular, of course, but there was a toned fitness to his body, that belied an above-average level of athleticism. Just the barest cuts of a six-pack set an admired sight to be seen. I-I can say the same, for you... , his smooth voice spoke, eyes trailing along the smooth cuteness of his feline partner's abdomen. Befitting of someone so feminine, even those pert, tiny nipples belied an attractive shade of pink. The hissing breathe that was sucked in, when Sydney drew their bodies so much closer, spoke for his approval. In a world where sex was on-par with breathing, it could be said that the tinier details were looked-over at times. And, somehow, Nicki had communicated that perfectly the erotic sensation of two bodies entertwined so closely, their faces just inches apart. The feeling of his fingers stroking up the back... suddenly digging in, instead brought an arch out of the half-dragon, a light groan slipping from his lips. But he wasn't lost that ass pressing firmly back his grip tightened, and squeezed, rolling the firm shape under his grasp in an enjoying fashion. He seemed about ready to say something, probably a retort, when Sydney bit down again on his neck this time it was a noticeably soft cry of eroticism. That type of sweet moan that was torn from the back of a mind, without so much as a thought. An instinctual, electrifying thing, that rippled through his body with shiver down the spine ending with a jolt to his hips that ran his hot schaft right up against the neko's own. And the fingers gripping that femboy's ass tightened unintentionally, dragging slightly downwards to etch his own red marks, while tugging with a force to grind their bodies together. The subsequent teasing inquiry, fell on deaf ears, as Nicki's half-lidded eyes closed to enjoy the sensuous, sweet kiss that switched up the pace of things. And then, with those sucking kisses down his chest, the Mamono's back arched and pressed upwards, enjoying the sensations of each wet, drawing tease. Only when he finally pulled away, to pose a more serious statement, did the half-dragon snap from his daze to focus his eyes again into those emerald depths. He said nothing, only caught and held those eyes, hips rocking with an insistency that eagerly drove his member to meet Sydney's stroking hand. When the finger came to deliver that sweet drop, he took it without a sound other than his heavy breaths. Lips parted, and closed on the digit, sucking gently. But the moment those last words slipped from the neko, and his fingers tightened again to leave vibrant red marks down the half-dragons back, Nicki closed his teeth about the finger. Not roughly, of course, but it was a nip sharp enough draw the digit back out. But most cats, like rough scratches... , his voice whispered, husky and thick in comparison to the meekness it had been before Sydney had teased him so. And with his words, his hands moved, one suddenly grabbing that tail twitching with the femboy's excitement. Right around the base, his grip tightened thoroughly, and suddenly tugged backwards. But with the action, his free hand shot up, getting a handful of those white locks, and wrenching the neko's mouth to his own. A rough, forceful, kiss drove against him, and before Sydney could turn that tide with his tongue, Nicki's own shoved forward, exploratory to the other side. With what sounds the femboy might make, muffled, the Mamono's fingers coiled more finely around that tail, and drove upwards pulling it, but simultaneously stroking up the length. When their lips finally parted, Nicki followed with yet-another tug of that appendage, now held by the tip. Shut it. , he growled precursorly, and then leaned in, around to the side of the femboy's neck. With an almost savage force, the half-dragon latched to the skin, nipping and sucking rather roughly. It was clear that Nicki had decided to reciprocate the taunting attacks on his own neck, by leaving something more lasting of a mark on the sultry femboy. But with that hand tugging and abusing the pearlescent tail, as well as the hips underneath him that drove upwards, insistently reminding the trap about the rod of iron that rested--throbbing and hot with tension--against his own, it was clear that he had more erotically pressing concerns.