abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

Well, I *was* beginning to wonder if you found my flustering attractive. I suppose that answers my question.

If I find a more surefire way to cause it without needing to stoop to degradation, I'll be sure to tell you right away.

[This reply takes a while to come, as Evangeline figures some things out and puts the final touches on a transformation she hasn't taken out in public yet.

She attaches a selfie of her as a humanoid mantis. Still clothed, though she's guessing the crop top and tight shorts won't hurt the picture too much.]

[...

His own response takes a while. Like, a long while. Not even for any of the reasons you may be thinking -
Rather, he ends up having to just stare at what she's sent him.

For a solid half of an hour.

Just... the phone on the table in front of him, his hands on either side of it, staring at the picture like he's trying to make sense of ancient, eldritch writing.]

[... And then, finally, what she gets in response is a voice message.]

You're just going to send me a PHOTOGRAPH!?

[Cripes that’s loud.]

You could’ve had plans with Lucy, I didn’t want to assume you were free?

[Thankfully, his volume drops to something more normal, though he's still juuuust on the edge of shrieking.]

No!? I would have told you...!?! With my excitement over this development and my sheer inability to shut up, do you truly believe I would not have immediately told you if we had plans!?!

That’s fair, it’s my bad.

So you want me to come over.

[Not really a question.]

- Immediately, if you would.

[Said, of course, immediately.
And calmly.]

[It takes a couple of minutes because she can’t fast travel indoors, but soon there’s a polite knock at his door.

There she is, in all her mantis glory.]

[He opens the door and --
Gasps, wide-eyed, closing it again.

But, yes, okay - he opens the door again and moves to let her in.]

In. Please.
Or I'll end up taking you in the hall, and no one needs that.

[In she goes!]

As flattering as that would be for me, I don’t want to get you in trouble.

[She steps closer to him and rests a claw carefully against his cheek.]

Yes, thank you - I'd rather not chance losing my suite, and... whatever my newfound situationship with His Highness might be called.
He seemed to take exception to "sugar daddy", so I've yet to ask.

[And he is SO leaning right into her claws. Even reaching up to wrap his arms around her arm, holding it nice and snug.
So he can rub his cheek against her like a cat, of course.]

Oh, you've captured the exoskeleton perfectly... is this your Summer shapeshifting?
Or, perhaps, a use of animal transformations...?

Mix of both. It was hard deciding how I wanted to do it exactly, but I’m pleased with the result.

[He gets his horn scritched by another claw while he does that.]

[He's going to simply melt against her outright with that, then - hopefully she doesn't mind keeping him upright!]

Mmm - as you should be! Everything about it... is perfect; the claws, the chitin, a-and...
A -
A little lower, perhaps? Closer to my hair...?

[... She really has just tamed him completely, huh.]

Anything for you, honeybug. My body is yours to enjoy.

[Lower she goes.]

[Leeeeeaaaaning into those scritches. ... If she's hoping to fuck, the scritches may need to be paused.
But at the same time, he also seems pretty happy with this??
Why is he just a person-shaped cat.]

[Scritch scritch scritch...]

You're adorable. Did you want to do this the whole time and not fuck?

[Leaning... leaning... if he could purr, he'd be purring, no doubt.
He almost doesn't answer... almost. After a second, he cracks an eye open to look at her.
Smiling all big and wide and happy.]

... I still want to fuck.

Great, because I really want to fuck you.

[She stops scritching his horns so she can scoop him up with all four of her claws and carry him to his bed. He can now check 'being princess carried by a bug' off his bucket list.]

Oh --

[He sure can!! Even going to wrap his arms around her as best he can, all so he can tuck against her as much as possible.

...

And maybe he'll start tracing where two plates of her exoskeleton meet, too. Maybe.]

I'm all yours, then - you know you have me as much as you please, Ol Siaion.

[Oh, that feels nice. She hums a little before gently setting him down on the bed and climbing over top of him.

She goes in for a heated kiss, and her mandibles clasp around him carefully, holding him in place without digging into his skin.]

[She really does know exactly what he'd like, huh? Going right for a kiss, mandibles and all -
He returns it, of course, but as he does, his hands are already exploring; starting with those very mandibles, thumbs running gently and carefully over plates of chitin as he strokes them down to her cheeks, holding her face and massaging the soft, exoskeletal bend of her jaw...
Already moaning into the kiss, like just this - just having her mandibles holding him still - is the hottest thing he's ever experienced.

Why is he like this.]

[Because he's Louis and she adores him.

His moans are answered by pleased sighs as he touches her, exploring what her body now feels like. It's not as sensitive as skin, but it isn't like she can't feel it at all, and how much he's clearly enjoying it dose a lot for her. Her wings flutter in excitement.

Two of her claws push up the bottom hem of his shirt so that she can touch him more directly. She's careful with him - she knows any scratches would heal right up, but she still tries only to touch him with the blunt edge.]

[Her claws trail along the bottom of his shirt, and already he's letting go of her - arms coming up above his head to encourage her to explore as much of him as she pleases.

Sure, he knows she was probably enjoying his hands all over her like that, but look. He's getting a chance to have a giant mantis woman run her claws all over his body, okay.
He's gonna try and facilitate that as much as possible.
Sacrifices must be made sometimes.]

Mm, so accommodating. [A brief comment before she kisses him again.

Four claws come to roam over his chest, rubbing his nipples and stroking his stomach at the same time. He wants to be touched, she'll touch him plenty.]

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