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

Razel paused, too, a moment of hesitation as she waited to see if Odate had changed his mind. Perhaps she had been overenthusiastic with her hand, and had hurt him with her strength or her callouses? But no, he still seemed eager and ready, and the sound she received in response to rubbing her thumb over the meaty head of him was unmistakable. Against his lips he could feel her smile, and then she was back at it, dominating his mouth with her tongue as she slowly pumped along his length with a firm grip. She wanted him nice and hard and needy , and every involuntary wiggle of his lean hips was met with a satisfied hum from the mink. She couldn't purr, not like he did, but he could still tell that she was appreciating and enjoying his restraint and his frustration. Not that she had any intention of getting him off like that. She pulled back from their kiss, though one hand still gripped his chin, and the other continued to stroke him. Again, Razel evaluated the room. There wasn't much to work with, a low table or ottoman would've been ideal. But she did finally spot a mat rolled up in one corner, which seemed suitable for her purposes. She let go of his face, but not of his cock. Odate was made privy to Razel's plans only by virtue of a gentle tugging on his member. The mink had ceased her stroking, and instead carefully used his erection as a handle, leading him towards the corner she'd been eyeing. But while she no longer stroked, she did idly rub her thumb again over the head of his cock. Even that stopped, if briefly, as Razel stooped to grab the rolled up mat, bundling it under her other arm as she took a few steps away from the wall before laying it down, though not unrolling it. The tube-like profile of the mat now formed a flattened oval, providing a roughly ocelot-sized platform. Razel maneuvered Odate until he stood just in front of one of the mat's narrow ends, then placed one hand on his head and with both hands directed him once more onto the floor. This time, however, she came with him, letting go of his cock so she could put weight onto both of her hands, which she placed to either side of his shoulders and walked upwards until both of them were roughly horizontal, him laying down on the mat and her on all fours above him. Razel brought her head down, not to meet his lips but instead to bite not-so-gently at the fur where his head joined his neck. At the same time, she brought her pelvis down and backwards, so that the underside his hard cock pressed against her labia and clit. As she licked and nibbled at his neck, slowly moving upward, she rolled her hips in a way that slid her sex up against him, leaving a wet and sticky trail and pressing his head just against the bottom of her slit. But rather than tilt those few inches to let him penetrate her, she slid back down, grinding herself along his cock in a steady rhythm as she moved her mouth to capture his again. When the ocelot seemed thoroughly lubricated, his cock coated in a mixture of his own saliva, her juices, and his precum, Razel again paused. In one fluid movement she pushed herself up to rest on her knees, hips rising so that she hovered above him. Her left hand gripped his right hip, while her right hand she splayed flat against the bottom of his ribcage. Even if her hands hadn't held him firmly in place, her hard blue gaze said it all don't move . In another fluid movement, one that involved bringing her hips down and forward and then back and up, she caught the head of his cock between her lower lips and pressed downward so that his head just barely began to penetrate her. Slowly, very slowly, the mink lowered herself onto him, her abdomen visibly fluttering as the tight muscles of her entrance passed over each little nub that ringed his shaft. Occasionally she had to reverse or shift slightly as she found a spot where his skin caught against hers, but finally her hips pressed firmly into his, her length entirely seated in her. The purpose of the mat became clear, then, as the elevation of his body meant that the muscular thickness of her thighs and legs wouldn't limit the depth that she could kneel down into him. She ground her pelvis against his, pushing the head of his cock into her anterior fornix and grinding her clit against his fur. The movement was small, but accompanied by a very deliberate and very forceful flexing of her pelvic floor. Razel was certainly a mink who did her kegels! She continued in this way, sliding her hips back and forth but never really upward, all the while displaying an impressive amount of strength and coordination of her inner muscles. Of course, each ripple of her walls seemed a bit less impressive, as her relaxed state grew tighter with each stroke that pressed his tip pleasurably against her fornix while stimulating her nub with his pelvis. Against his thighs her tail patted and lashed, telegraphing her enjoyment if her dilated pupils and rapid breathing hadn't already. As she moved against him Razel removed her hand from Odate's stomach, reaching instead back and behind to caress his balls and massage his perineum. Compared to her other feats it was no great show of flexibility, but it did push her chest forward and make her back arch enticingly. Better, it meant that Odate could sit up and lavish more attention on those generous breasts, and if he chose to Razel certainly wasn't going to stop him. Only if his hips tried to rise to fuck her more vigorously would she impose any restriction, using her own body's weight and the other hand that still pressed on his hips to keep him pinned to the mat. He would come on her schedule, and not a moment sooner. To that end, she paid close attention to the feel of his balls, ceasing her movements when she felt them begin to tighten in the way she knew signaled closeness. Razel continued in that way for some time, fucking him with slow, controlled movements and pausing when he seemed near to orgasm.