#warraisins

   @warraisins​ foretold :  “that’s right baby, spread open for me” / bananaleaf ( @/warraisins ) jgklhfkljh

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         The children have been put to bed, maids following suit once they’ve been relieved of their duties for the day.  And now, the parents shall play. 

         The couple had found themselves becoming handsy on their way to their bedroom.  From fingers interlocking and hands swaying between them as they walked, they’ve now found themselves impatient and unable to help themselves.  It’s evident in their ravenous gazes to each other ; husband and wife would consume each other in their intensities, if they could. 

         It had started with chaste kisses to the knuckles, palm, and then wrist.  Wukong can feel her pulse racing under his lips, curved canines lightly grazing against exposed skin.  He held a look of hunger in his golden eyes that Iron Fan was all-too familiar with.  It ended with the two exchanging harsh kisses and gripping at clothes, a spare hand aimlessly grasping for a knob to a nearby door.  Once opened, it is shut just as quickly behind them.

They were far from the THICK of entanglement, but the at the rate they were going, it was only a matter of time before inevitable. . He was feeling PARTICULARLY cocky tonight, he'd made repeated passes throughout the day, and while her gaze shot daggers, they never quite hit him. . Something he knew, if she wanted his teases, his passing TOUCHES to stop, she'd make it happen. . Instead, no, no such complaint arose.

So, when their day crawled to an end, he sought her out, and pulled her to a more secluded area where they could sit and take one another in. . Did he HAVE to carry her ?? No. But he enjoyed the view he'd get when he glanced at her over his shoulder, and that was enough for him. . Once they were secluded, she was placed down, sandwiched between him and the wall behind her— Where he quickly pushed her back and locked lips with her.

His hands wandered all along her body, claws threatened to rip into her clothing as his hands FIRMLY gripped at her thighs and chest. . While he kissed along her jawline, leading him to her neck. . The feist TRULY began at her neck, where he could kiss and bite to his heart's content, the sounds she made being more than enough to keep him going. . Then, came one particularly strong bite, crimson soon following. . He leaned back at her words, his tongue gliding along his now crimson-coated fangs.

Oh yeah, he loves this. . This mental game of chess, maybe more accurately a game of war— Never knowing if the move you're making is it, but when you score that HIT, you know you're on t'something. . His charm, it was getting to the feline, he could see it, from the tail, to her tone. She was good at hiding it, but he was just as good at FINDING it.

It was an intimate moment, to settle their day, he was enjoying his newfound company, and he was feeling confident, so he kept them close. . He was going to walk her to her room, however she stopped, prompting him to seize the moment, stepping up behind her— Where she turned, she'd be greeted with his warmth. He gazed down at her, a small smirk on his face. . They stood in silence for a moment, taking in the tension between them. He reached out, trailing a hand on her shoulder, adding more fuel to the fire in his own way.

For a split moment, her comment made his expression break— Shock giving way back to his smug usual look. He didn't reply at first, instead giving a soft sigh. His hand raised to her face, his index finger extended out, with his claw out, the sharp tip trailed along her jawline, lifting her head up to look at him.

              ❝ Perhaps. Though that is what makes things fun, yes ? Taking a bite out of forbidden fruit. . What's the harm when it tastes. . So. . GOOD. . ❞ He leaned down as he spoke, inching closer and closer— Their lips nearly met, before he stopped, freezing. .

Oh how exciting it was to end up here once more. . The Werehog's large hands gripped firmly onto the feline's waist, his claws no doubt cutting into the cat's skin. That was the last of their worries in this moment, much like Sonic's hatred of his sudden canine isms he's acquired— He hated the growling and the need to bite, but here he fully succumbed to desire and lost himself in it all. . Desperately thrusting into his partner, his growls were unkempt, unrestricted as he grunts and exerted himself. .

She felt, so unbelievably fucking AMAZING, her warmth was, pure bliss. . For one moment, his eyes opened, looking down at his partner, seeing her in such a state, it was enough to nearly do him in. . Then, before anything could be said, she wrapped her arms around his neck, whispering those alluring words into his ear. . That was enough, that was it, his breath hitched, before he doubled his efforts— Without anymore restraint, he leaned down, biting into her neck, before pressing his knot firmly into the feline. .

Claws DUG into her sides, daring to cut into precious skin— Seemed every day was a new adventure in finding things about this new life. . It was a moment of quiet romance, not planned, a simple night to enjoy the sunset, each other, turned heated as the sun went down. .

He'd never done anything with someone else like this, so when that dominance burned in his chest, he lost himself for a moment. A moment that manifested in a claiming BITE at Blaze's neck, the sound she made was enough to pull him out, not just pleasure, there was. . Pain. He pulled back, the taste of IRON faint on his tongue— Prompting his tongue to, roll over them. His ears pinned back, afraid of what he could do, but it was sensed, he felt a hand press against his chest, the feline moving inward, before she whispered those wonderful words.

They clearly did something, as his erection pressed at her backside, handling her and grinding her rear against his arousal. . Excitement flowed from his tip, trailing down along his shaft— His breath hitched at the pleasure, before he froze, one last moment of clarity. . .

              ❝ Well it’s good that I’m always a phone call away, isn’t it Master ~? ❞

          She leaned in close, her chest pressed snug against his back as she whispered. The thin fabric of her outfit left little to the imagination, and she knew it. Her hands snacked down, sliding from his shoulders down to his firm, and very nice to the touch, chest, her index finger trailing against his chest. . .