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

A lazy, indulgent smile split Razel's muzzle as Odate went to his knees, and she tilted her pelvis forward in response. Turnabout was fair play, of course, but she still gave a low growl as the cat continued to beat around the bush. The hand at the back of his head, previously rubbing at the base of his ears, ceased it's motion in favor of applying an increasingly insistent pressure. Nipping at her fingers earned him a snarl, the latter half of which dissolved in a sudden exhale as he moved his attention to her inner lips. It wasn't quite where he wanted him, but-- His sudden display of savagery earned him a chuckle, then a heavy, contented sigh as that wonderfully textured tongue finally settled on her clit. But beyond that initial noise, Razel was as quiet as Odate had expected. But the mink was by no means a statue. While her tail was neither as long nor as expressive as her partner's, it did curl and flick as he worked, mirrored by twitches and ripples in the hard planes of her abdomen. The muscles of her ass tensed beneath his appreciative hands, and her legs shifted as she adjusted her stance to press more firmly into his face. The most obvious sign was in her breathing, which first grew heavy, then irregular. Odate could tell Razel was drawing close to her peak when her thighs began to tremble. It was a small movement, and would've been difficult to notice had she not been so thoroughly pressing his muzzle into her cunt. As he lapped and licked and sucked, especially as he sucked, her hips jerked and the hand on the back of his head flexed. Soon he had her practically humping his face, slow rolls of her pelvis punctuated by the occasional sudden exhale and sharp inhale. His saliva mingled with her own wetness, which was present in abundance from his efforts. Razel removed the hand holding her pussy exposed, sliding it around to her buttocks to encourage one of his hands to move down between her legs. She felt close, very close, but wanted more stimulation than just his tongue could provide. Not that the soldier expected to just walk away after, there was still that interestingly-nubbed cock to take for a test ride. But at the moment she just needed something in her, and wasn't too picky about what. Odate's digits found her entrance to be hot and wet and tight, the muscles inside gripping him with a nearly crushing firmness. Moving his fingers required real effort, one that would be hard to maintain for any significant duration. Thankfully, the mink didn't need much to go over the edge from where she was. Indeed, the ocelot had done a good enough job or perhaps Razel had been that badly sex-starved that he needed to do little more than crook his fingers a few times. A low moan, the first real sound he'd gotten out of her, gave him a moment's warning before the movement of her hips went from smooth to frantic. Her whole body jerked and shuddered, both hands now on the back of his head and tense with the effort of resisting the urge to push him further into her folds. It wouldn't do her any good, as his tongue made for far better stimulation than the leather of his nose, but neither did she let him withdraw. Only when the last spasm finished passing through her did Razel's grip relax. She was panting now, looking down at him with her tongue lolling out of the scarred side of her mouth, vibrant blue eyes half-lidded in contentment. Again, she chuckled, dragging one hand through her thick black hair to coax the locks back out of her face. When the ocelot had caught his breath, Razel urged him back to his feet, before pushing him back against the tree trunk again. With one hand she titled his muzzle upwards, while the other splayed flat over his lower abdomen. Grabbing his chin then to hold his head in-place, she ran her tongue along the salty, bitter-sweet trail her own fluids had left on him. Below, her other hand glided downward, running the heel of her palm along the front of his cock until she reached the head, where she stopped and squeezed gently. She began to pump her grip along his length, and brought her mouth down to crash against his in a fierce, passionate kiss. Of course, she wanted to do more with his exotically-textured cock than merely stroke it, but Razel wanted to ensure he was ready and wanted to continue before moving onto the main event. She was certainly ready, her entrance thoroughly lubricated from both his saliva and her own orgasm.