Phoal and Xennith OTP

Amy Lessen smirks, and reaches over, laying a hand on his leg, giving a teasing squeeze to his inner thigh, "Mmhm... I sink I might, heh..."

Jace Fantha shudders, turning red in the face again, grinning widely. "H-hah, you do, heh.." He continues scratching at her ears, his hands becoming a little bit shaky from the thigh-squeeze.

Amy Lessen slides her hand a little bit farther inward, enticingly, shifting her eyes in his direction with a smirk, "... So... d'you feel like doing anysing oser zan scratching my ears...?"

Jace Fantha says, "Th-that sounds like fun.. y-yes.."

Jace Fantha shifts around in his chair a bit, as a bulge starts to form at the crotch of his pants.

Amy Lessen twists in her chair slightly, only half-sitting on it, "You seem nervous... 'ave you done zis before...?" She leans over from her seat, gently squeezing the stiffening bulge in his pants.

Jace Fantha shakes his head, still shaking slightly himself. "W-well, uhh.. I've never done this before-- I'm.. uh, what you w-would call a virgin.. I guess.." He opens his legs slightly, gasping and closing his eyes.

Amy Lessen laughs, pushing up from her chair, moving over to straddle his lap in one elegant motion, "Pff... don't worry about zat, Jace... everyone was, once, even me, zough by my reputation, you might sink it impossible, heh!" Her fingers trace their way up to the hem of his pants, leaving them tucked just inside, "... Zis is ze part where you kiss me."

Jace Fantha leans his face in, blushing hard, and places his lips on Amy's, his legs shaking visibly. He moves his hands behind Amy's back, then stops, unsure of what to do with them.

Amy Lessen doesn't want to torture him too much, bringing her non-groping hand up behind his head to press him assertively into the kiss, suckling on his lips with practiced ease.

Jace Fantha closes his eyes, resting his hands on Amy's lower back, bringing one hand back to brush away hair from his face, then resting it lower than the other hand, close to her rear. His bulge is way more than just a bulge by now.

Amy Lessen decides to step it up a notch, leaning forward farther, pressing her large, pillowy chest against his as she similarly opens her mouth slightly, pressing her tongue to his lips, sliding its way in.

ace Fantha parts his lips for Amy's tongue, disregarding the chief as they open the door and close it. He presses his own tongue against Amy's, his own shaking from nervousness dying down a bit. His hips push forwards slightly, trying to move closer to Amy, keeping his eyes closed shut.

Amy Lessen rewards him with a tantalizing moan as the two of them begin properly making out, her tongue coiling and sliding around his in his mouth, intimately, her fingers unzipping his fly for better access as they reach inside to wrap gently around his shaft.

Jace Fantha juts his hips out as she wraps her hands wrap around his shaft, moaning into the kiss as well, as he gently grabs at her rear, his legs tensing up slightly.

Amy Lessen releases his head, no longer needing to guide him as he eagerly samples her lips, sliding it down his shoulder along the arm hugging her back, pulling it from its place, around her frame to entwine their fingers, before guiding it slowly to the breasts pressed up against him.

Amy Lessen leaves his hand there on her tits to do its work, returning hers back to drape over his shoulder, the one groping him between his legs pulling the hardening member free of his trousers, gently stroking up and down his length.

Jace Fantha shivers slightly, pulling his face back to gasp, then returns to the kiss as soon as he pulled away. His hand works its way into Amy's uniform, and starts groping around, massaging the breast slightly, feeling around. His shaft twitches, and his legs shake a little; he leans forwards, moaning into the kiss.

Amy Lessen lets him continue the kiss again for another minute or so, continuing to stroke him to his full size, until she gently pulls away from his mouth, catching her breath again as she stretches her legs, releasing his member as she stands slightly, hiking up her own skirt to pull down her panties, letting the white, lacy-hemmed lingerie fall around her ankles, "... Do you sink you're ready?"

Jace Fantha takes a good look up and down Amy, blushing slightly, then nods. "Y-yes, I think I'm ready.. holy damn you look good."

Amy Lessen grins widely, red in the face from her arousal, much like his own, before leaning forward, lining herself up over the head of his shaft, the feline prosthetic behind her ass twitching with anticipation as she lowers herself down just slightly, pressing his head up against her moist, slightly-parted lips, letting him slip just barely inside with a quiet gasp.

Jace Fantha gasps, looking up at Amy with half-closed eyes, as he rests his hands on her hips. His feet start sliding apart, as his hips gently shift upwards slightly.

Jace Fantha says, "Nnh- nh.."

Amy Lessen sinks down farther, his cock slipping inside of her inch by inch, spurred by the helpless, instinctual movements of his hips until he's firmly seated inside of her wet, hot snatch, the soft pink lips pressed up against his groin as she moans at the sensation of being filled, clenching around him.

Jace Fantha nods, gasping with each breath, rubbing her hips with his hands, making slow, but sure movements up and down with his waist. His feet regain composure and stay firmly against the ground, as he grins, looking up at Amy's face and breasts, still blushing.

Amy Lessen begins slowly bouncing up and down on top of him in the chair, coating him with feminine slickness as she rides him in time with his thrusts, each movement causing her to moan softly, hungrily, thumping herself downward each time to impale herself further on his cock.