Thread: [CLOSED] Pulp Inc. Presents: Thrilling Tales of the New Continent! [Deante & Lasciel]

If Odate was expecting all Ulcharkian women or men to be as aggressive as Razel, he would find himself sorely disappointed. Though the Empire could never be called repressed and in fact, some of the neighboring countries found many of Ulchark's practices quite scandalous, the typical sexual encounter involved quite a bit more talking , and usually a minimum of sparring if any. Ulcharkians were fond of their flirting, seduction, and bedroom chat before the main event, and Razel had more than once walked out on a partner for being too talkative. She was a simple mink with simple needs, and valued her time almost as much as she valued her pleasure. Worse, engaging in too much chit-chat, even just listening to it, had a nasty tendency of giving partners the idea that she had an interest in them beyond a quick or slow fuck, which lead to... complications. There would be no such complications here or so she hoped. Just an enjoyable way to kill time and relieve some tension while her charge talked plants with the locals. Very enjoyable, if her partner was half as good at fucking as he was at wrestling. There was a flash of her wet, pink tongue as she licked at her muzzle appreciatively, watching the ocelot's surprise and then enthusiasm at being again pinned. She leaned into him, placing one thick thigh between his legs to grind against his member with a teasing roll of her hips. Surprise briefly flickered across her expression when he leaned forward in response, but then she felt the first flick of his tongue against the pert peak of her nipple, and surprise melted into relaxed pleasure. Normally she found attention to her breasts somewhat boring, but the unexpected friction seemed to do something for her that other tongues hadn't. Yes, it was indeed quite nice, and possibly could be even nicer if applied to other areas. But for a little while she let the ocelot have his fun. She would encourage him in the proper direction soon enough. As he worked, she transferred her hold on his wrists to her left hand. The weight of her body on the grip would still present some challenge to escaping, but the position was more symbolic than anything else. He would keep his hands above his head because she told him albeit, non-verbally to, and would growl threateningly if he tried to wiggle free. She used her legs again, rubbing her thigh first against his length and noticing that his tongue wasn't the only thing unusually textured, then using her knee to encourage his legs into a wider stance. In the meanwhile, she moved her right hand to grip his left side at the top of his ribs. She appreciated the feel of his fine, exotically-marked fur beneath her calloused fingers as she walked her hand downward towards his hip. From there her touch moved along his adonis belt, pausing just before touching his shaft and instead moving to caress his inner thigh. The backs of her knuckles purposefully grazed against his balls and perineum, but her fingers refused to move quite where he would've likely wanted them. When Odate had lavished ample attention on both of her breasts, leading to a pleasant build of heat low in her abdomen, she changed her tactics. Her left hand, still holding his wrists, shifted to press his arms and head downwards. She abandoned her playing along the inside of his thighs to instead grip the back of his head, caressing the pads of her fingers against the base of his feline ears. But as she did, she continued to apply pressure downward as she widened her own stance, revealing flushed folds hidden among soft, ivory fur matching the patch under jaw and on her fingers and toes. She let his hands go when the posture became awkward, using the hand instead to pull back her outer labia and expose her entrance and clit. The moisture present proved that he had done a good job with his tongue, and Razel intended for him to repeat the feat with a far more sensitive nub.