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

And, like a joystick to a controller, like the electromagnetic impulses that caused the character to dance so unabashedly Sidney melted under that touch. In fact, it was apparent enough that Nicki slipped his lips from the ear he was nibbling, to let out a laugh. Funny. You sound like you-- , a particular upstroke of the femboy sent the half-dragon's hips upwards, and groan into the air. ... f-fucking want it... Of course, his half-hearted struggling was futile against the Mamono's hold, but as the neko began rocking his hips, Nicki knew he was far enough into it, to ease the touch. The hand relented it's hold, and instead stroked around, rubbing the bases of those ears, and his hair, like petting a cat. Uhn... Yeah, cum... , the foreigner growled out easing his head back to view the sight of the quivering kitten, rocking those hips forward with a need. Nicki's grip tightened, and sped up, squeezing gently near the tip as if to help prepare that surging release. Of course, he was quickly approaching his own, with the neko's rapid jacking. That touch was far more skilled than his own, and as such, the Mamono was quickly crumbling. That hot schaft throbbing and bucking within the femboy's grasp, precum leaking in copious amounts. And the scent, so close, was more intoxicating, than the tuft of white fur that adorned the hollow of his chest a spicy thing that lit up the senses like an exotic dish prepared. But, with neko's sudden cry of ecstacy, his hand sped father, coaxing every sudden shot of that flavored seed from him. Shot after shot, lacing over his own face the ropes that shot wide lacing to the side, a spot of hair there, Nicki's side here. Imagination sufficient enough for what he couldn't see, the sight lit the foreigner's flames ever-higher. His hips began to lift and buck, rolling upwards against that jerking hand with a savage intensity. Nigh, he wasn't grinding now, those were full thrusts, fucking through the hole that the femboy's soft touch provided. The half-dragon's hand re-curled into those white locks, his other hand scrunching into the nano-fabric of the seat, besides his hip. The pressure was building, that rigid member expanding slightly under the surge to come. But then, the neko's hands so viciously curled in, and scratched over his shoulder on-time with the lusting whisper of the owner. That plea, he just couldn't resist and with a sudden cry of sheer ecstacy, the half-dragon's back arched. Hips shifting upwards as far as he could, body shuddering with the erotic tension of it all. And then, blissfully, from the tip launched the first shot of that hot sultry-essence. Lace after sticky white lace of the stuff arched in the confined space to land on the neko's face, over both of their abdomens and stomachs. For the first half-dozen, Nicki remained at his apex, but eventually he slumped down, hips jerking slightly as the old heritage of the sex-made Mamono proved true still, his own volume equivalent in surprising ratio of size, to that of the femboy. But, thicker, and with it came the increase in his heated scent. So masculine despite the slightly effeminant appearance, the rich aroma tugged at the libido like the sight of a lewd action tugged at the loins. Several more of the ropes arched to coat the neko, before it petered off. So, too, did the grip on his hair relax, and slowly slide away. Nicki, beautifully spent, slumped back in his seat, only rising slowly from the afterglow, to peer down at the straightening femboy. The sight of him, so covered in the sign of their impassioned brawl, brought a light blush to the half-dragon's cheeks. Despite the sign of nigh-embarrassment, there was still that sparkle now of eroticism in his eyes the sight was something he seemed almost proud of. On one hand, a neko drenched in cum from the waist-up. On the other, a Mamono covered in scratches and the red spots of suctioned kisses. My, I like how you wear that. Quite posh, and much better than a shirt, at that... , the taunt of a joke slipped free before he could even think of it.