abnormalizes | Seasons: IC Contact/Continuations

[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.]

[Already, just from this, he's moaning into that kiss - hot, heavy, squirming underneath her as if that'll get her claws to caress every single part of him faster.
It won't, obviously. But it's clear he's already enjoying this a lot more than he probably should, all things considered.

They just started, yet he's already hard as a rock... but he's also making no motions to try and fix that for himself, more than happy to lay back and let her do as she pleases to him.

...

Though, he does lift a leg to rub his thigh up between hers, just to try and get her as wet as he is hard.
It's kind of a sad attempt, but like, it's an attempt.]

[She appreciates the attempt, but it isn't like it would be the first time she's gotten wet mostly from getting someone else off. That said, she'll absolutely take a moment to grind against his thigh.

She brushes her claws against him through his pants.]

I could just cut you out of those...

- P-please. Please do -
Do it.

[Said, of course, immediately when she brings up the idea. He has no attachment to the pants he's in - if she's going to be a hot mantis woman and offer to cut through them, who is he to say no???
He even writhes a little underneath her, like he just can't stay still at the thought, ending up rubbing his leg against her again just thanks to the proximity.]

Well, since you asked so nicely!

[Carefully - especially carefully due to his writhing - she slices through the fabric with her claws without so much as nicking his skin. Leaving his pants shredded and him exposed, she rubs the blunt side of her claws against his cock.]

[Hey, to his credit, he does do his best to lay still when she actually goes about shearing through his pants like that -
He doesn't really want to risk losing his cock just because he's way too overeager for this? That would kinda suck, he thinks?
So he's a good boy, going still as she works...

... Only to squirm again when her claw strokes against him like that, something that actually manages to pull something of a whine out of him.]

Yesss... just like that - you really did capture the exoskeleton so perfectly...!

[...

Sorry that he's like this. But at least it's clear she's nailing it??]

Nothing but the best for you.

[If she's going to be a mantis, she's going to do it right!

She's slow and cautious as she rubs her claws against him.]

You're too cute right now, you know.

N-no, I - nngh...

[Another shift, trying his hardest not to let his hips jerk against her ~~which is a running theme with him, apparently~~, if only to make sure he doesn't catch anything on the sharp side of his claws.]

- I-I'm not... cute - I just... enjoy your h... handiwork.

[haha get it
handiwork
because she's
y'know
with her claws]

You're so cute. It makes all the practice more than worth it, seeing you like this.

[She rubs his chest with another set of claws as she continues to stroke him.]

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1am and neighbors are yelling so u gettin a bunchhhhhh of smut

thank you neighbors???

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"man i don't think i have an icon for this tag-- WAIT YES I DO"

it's his hunger icon!

it sure is!!!

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