Moth teasing

[Tease] //tooltip- Get her really riled up, enough that she can't hold back.

Rather than [if (dom >= 50) {letting her}] make the first move, you simply stand at a distance, eyeing her up. Sylvia can track your gaze easily enough, and its effects on her are already evident: her face is flushed, her nipples are erect, and her eyes are hungry. However, you still don't approach her, instead electing to let her writhe with longing. Her hands twitch just the slightest bit, but she apparently manages to restrain the impulse to jump you then and there.

Finally, you drift closer, a smile on your face putting the moth at ease. You lightly, ever so lightly, grasp her sides, staying just far enough away that she wouldn't be able to kiss you while telling her—quite innocently—your feelings for her. Her thighs grind together. Still, you go no further, only caressing her as gently as you can. A hand flicks her nipple carelessly, as if unintentional, and she starts as if you'd shocked her.

And then you step back.

Turning around, you tell Sylvia that you were glad to see her, and how nice it was to talk like this. You pretend to start getting your things in order while continuing to talk about whatever inane subject comes to mind, making sure to drop as much \"unintentional\" innuendo as you can into the conversation. You can't see her face like this, but you can certainly hear her breathing. It gets louder and louder until you feel it hot against the back of your neck. You turn around.

Her eyes look like bottomless pits, and you wonder if you took things too far.

However, you don't have much time to be worried, as Sylvia is soon all over you. It feels like she has more than just four hands as they ferociously [if (isnaked) {grab at your body|tear at your [armor]}] until she has you fully within her embrace.

[say:[Name]...]

You respond, but you don't think it gets through. She's just holding you now, her breath as heavy as ever, but her hands temporarily still. And then, with no warning, she takes off in a brief flight that ends with you on [if (in cave) {her bed|your back a few feet away}], completely disoriented.

[say:[Name].]

You try to shift your torso upwards, but four implacable arms immediately pin yours down. Her eyes still bore into you, making you feel like an insect under a magnifying glass. You feel a wet droplet fall onto your chest, and realize that she's drooling.

[say:Ah, [name]...] She leans in close, and you can hear her take in a deep whiff. [say:...Was that on purpose?] Her voice sounds at once hollow and alive with an inner fire, one that threatens to consume you wholly. [say:Hah... Hah... It doesn't matter,] she concludes, her breath heavy with lust.

Without letting go of her death-grip on your arms, she shifts her hips lower, lower, until something slick and soft brushes against your [if (hascock) {manhood|flower}]. You rest there for only a moment, her soft lips kissing your [if (hascock) {[cockhead]|[clit]}], before the moth-girl plunges down, [if (hascock) {spearing herself on you in one fluid motion|mashing herself against you with a fervor}] that forces a hoarse cry from her. Now connected, you can almost feel the pounding of her heart through her [if (hascock) {walls|entrance}].

She then manages to wedge her legs under your[if (singleleg) { [if (isgoo) {body|tail}]|s}], pulling you as close as she can get. However, this position still affords her hips the freedom of movement to thrust [if (hascock) {rapidly|back and forth}] atop you, and she makes full use of this opportunity. The sound of her [if (hascock) {smacking|rubbing}] against you is particularly wet—it seems all that teasing really got her flowing, and as a result, she's able to go as fast as she wants without any hindrance.

As you lie there beneath her, you almost expect the force of her strokes to [if (in cave) {break the bed|force you into the dirt}], but such thoughts soon flee your mind under this amorous assault. She's riding you with absolutely everything she's got, and you can't last long under these circumstances. The moth is faring no better, her core giving out as she hugs your chest tight against her, the fluff on her neck ticking your [skindesc].

And in one final expression of love, Sylvia's lips find yours. You're in no position to resist as her tongue invades your mouth, but unexpectedly, it keeps going, claiming every part of you for her own. The feeling of the moth-girl surrounding you inside and out is too much, and you let go, your eyes almost rolling back in your head as pleasure suffuses your body. You feel as if everything is being drawn out of you, as if your whole being is straining to its limit as [if (hascock) {it's drained completely dry, until your twitching member finally stills within her|you shudder beneath her, staining her body with your juices until you're completely limp}].

As the white spots in your vision start to fade, you become aware of Sylvia trembling atop you, the signs of her recent orgasm quite clear. Belatedly, her tongue pulls out of you, sending a slight tremor through your body as it leaves. It takes time for either of you to be able to move, and when you do, it's only to shift into a more comfortable cuddling position. [if (dom < 50) {Despite the events of the past several minutes, you're still|Sylvia, obviously, is}] the big spoon, and the two of you soon drift off to sleep together in a post-coital haze.

[Next]

You wake up alone, with [if (isnaked) {your belongings collected beside you|your [armor] back in place}]. As you stretch your limbs, you're surprised to find that they're not stiff in the slightest; it seems that short rest did you much good. Sylvia's not around, but you can still feel a ghost of her presence somewhere deep inside you, a remnant of your meeting that comforts you on the journey back home.

//+Dom?