[... She liked it better when he just sat there being cute, now he's opened his mouth and ruined it.
And it's clear she's deliberating between teasing him more or just giving in, and the woman pulls back far enough that her pout is visible. She's yet to use her hands for anything but scooping, and --
Actually, speaking of that matter]
Look at this. I lick a little ice cream off your abs and now you've turned daring.
[Scooping a healthy amount of ice cream into the spoon, and she holds it like a dare above his still covered crotch]
You say I've missed a spot, have you? Well, it'd be much easier to create a bigger mess and then clean up that up, if you prefer.
Because there is no way Tamamo's gonna back down now. If Junpei wants ice cream all over his dick, she is here to deliver the punishment.]
If that's the case... [twirling the spoon between her fingers, careful not to spill a drop of ice cream yet. She is unfortunately having the time of her life right now.] Let's get on with it then. Remove your belt, if you will, Master~? I'd feel bad staining the leather.
[I keep remembering this is real and dying. He doesn't even really want this but he kinda does because he's 100% cool with a mouth on his junk? So. Yeah. He shakes his head and removes his belt, dropping it to the floor with a dull thud and even undoing the top of his jeans to push down his hips a little.
He's helping. It's also a little more obvious now that she's definitely doing something to him, a bulge in the front of black underwear present between them. It's fine, he's easy, and maybe he has some mouth kinks. We don't talk about it.]
[Remember when I said we were gonna do ftb WELL TOO LATE, THIS NEEDS TO BE DOCUMENTED FOR SCIENCE, someone please save my immortal soul]
So this is what you're into, Master? I must say, I'm a little surprised.
[No, she is not surprised in the slightest. The inclusion of the ice cream aside, Tamamo would be a little offended if she wasn't having any effect on him. A woman has her pride.
-- Also that underwear? Annoying. It's in the way and she will take her free hand and yank that down too, grinning pleasantly. DICKS OUT FOR TAMAMO]
[I'm gonna kill you, we are both soulless. DICKS OUT FOR TAMAMO which means there's a groan as fabric drags over said-dick and he's freed from the fabric. She should be proud of herself given the circumstances, Junpei already slightly flushed and half-hard under her touch.]
Yeah...? [Ignore how his tone is a little lower and his eyes are half-closed, hips shifting a little.] I'm into a lot of things, but a guy's gotta have some secrets.
[Just. Drop ice cream on his dick to shut him up, Tamamo, he deserves this.]
[She gave him like three chances to retreat, Junpei deserves all the pain that is coming to him.
There is now ice cream on this poor man's dick.
And Tamamo is laughing like the evil fox that she is. Regrets? None on her end. She even gets another scoop of ice cream and shoves that into her mouth because she's barely gotten to eat any with all of this tomfoolery.
-- Oh don't worry, she'll get to it in a second, but watching him squirm is half the fun. Even her tails are wagging.]
Is it cold?
[SHE HAS THE NERVE TO ASK, though deciding it won't do her any good if he literally dies in agony, Tamamo sighs and leans forward, grabbing him at the base and with agonizing slowness, begins to lap up the ice cream]
[STOP LAUGHING AT HIM? He's kind of unsure if she's laughing at him or laughing at his misery and he'd prefer the latter but that's. Something entirely different. As it is, there's a loud hiss once the ice cream makes contact.]
God... [YES. IT'S COLD. It's cold and okay maybe he's a little into that, head tipping down toward his own chest to watch. Luckily Tamamo is still a good wife and even while he's starting to shiver, the slow licks are probably going to kill him.
Obviously, her mouth directly on him has an even more drastic effect as the heat of her tongue takes off the chill of the dessert, and maybe he's even more of an idiot than she thought because while this is going on there's a soft groan of pleasure and his free hand curls into a fist against the bed. There's an unintelligible mumble of some kind even as he briefly twitches in her hand.
But, he's not urging her to go faster? He seems to be enjoying this pace just fine.]
[Good, because Tamamo hates to be rushed to anyone's beat but her own. Her eyebrows arch at the mumbling, but that he moans is plenty encouragement enough, prompting her to continue her administrations until nearly all of the ice cream is lapped up.
And then she just. pulls back and licks her fingers like a cat more than a fox, eyeing both Junpei's erection and then him in his entirety, like a meal spread out before her. The coyness has disappeared.
Truly, she is not a patient woman.]
Amusing as this is, Master, just sit back and relax now.
[That is literally all the warning he gets because she swoops right back in, this time taking him all the way in her mouth, sucking all the while. Fox wife is a thot, news at 11]
[Meanwhile, there's Junpei slowly losing his mind as he watches her tongue lick him clean, trying not to writhe beneath her while she works. The ice cream's cleaned away and Tamamo licks her fingers, another pathetic sound getting stuck in Junpei's throat as he watches carefully. A hand tries to move to touch himself, all-too-aware of his own hardness but then Tamamo speaks and his hand pauses halfway.
Relax, huh? He blinks and drops his hand before there's suddenly a flash of movement and Tamamo going down on him.]
Fuck! [NOT WHAT HE EXPECTED! AT ALL! Excuse him for jerking up into her mouth, he's trying not to do that so he doesn't choke her.] Oh fuck...[Well. The hand that was going for his own cock seems to redirect to the back of Tamamo's head, fingers burying in her hair and holding her steady. He's fine with relaxing, damn.]
[Briefly she wonders if he's a virgin? Like damn, she only just started sucking and he's already a mess. But that unwelcome thought leads to more, specifically the name of a woman she does not know the appearance of.
For both of their sakes, she discards it quickly.
And so long as that hand in her hair doesn't get too bold and pull at her roots, it's allowed to stay where it is. She pays it little mind with all of her focus on the cock in her mouth, working her tongue slowly against the underside, and reminding herself how Master probably won't like it if her canines scape the tip. Really, being careful is so much work.]
[You'd think so, but nah. Nahhh, it's just been a while (over a year, to be honest), and also he kind of really likes having his dick sucked, it's fine. He's nice at least and he doesn't pull her hair so much as simply plays with it to give his hand something to do, an extension of excess energy while trying to lay back and let this happen.
Please don't bite his dick, Tamamo, he'll cry. As it is though he settles into it, keeping himself almost boneless against the bed while keeping one eye closed and the other open to watch her. There's a soft groan as her tongue hits the underside, but most of the responses are deep, steadily breaths. He'd be more than fine with this, obviously, but after a moment he shuts his eye and speaks up.]
...I'm returning the favor, you know. [So maybe don't get him off with just your mouth, Tamamo? He's flexible though.]
[Half the fun of pleasuring your partner is seeing in how many ways you can make them squirm, so she's a little disappointed that he manages to find some level of composure, boo. She pulls back when he speaks up, dick falling from her mouth, and Tamamo leans an elbow directly into his thigh as she stares at him]
-- Of course you are!
[Sir. Does she look like the type of woman who doesn't get hers in return? Sir.]
I have no idea if you can keep up with me, so I thought I best get your pleasure out of the way before taking care of mine.
[Just. Casually coming for his life while poking his dick with her finger, pouting.]
[Not for long, given that he's still trying to thrust up toward her mouth even when she's busy digging an elbow into his thigh. He keeps his eyes shut, but there's a grin all the same.]
That sounds like a chall--stop. [It's a surprised and annoyed sound, hand reaching down to bat at hers. His dick is not a cat toy, stop this.] Sounds like a challenge. Are you implying I don't know what I'm doing here?
[He's allowed to complain when she's paying with him and not blowing him? Obviously? But he sits up a little higher to stare into her eyes, calculating his next move.]
You're way too overdressed for this, you know that? [Just casually pointing it out and tugging on whatever bit of fabric he can manage.] This has to go.
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And it's clear she's deliberating between teasing him more or just giving in, and the woman pulls back far enough that her pout is visible. She's yet to use her hands for anything but scooping, and --
Actually, speaking of that matter]
Look at this. I lick a little ice cream off your abs and now you've turned daring.
[Scooping a healthy amount of ice cream into the spoon, and she holds it like a dare above his still covered crotch]
You say I've missed a spot, have you? Well, it'd be much easier to create a bigger mess and then clean up that up, if you prefer.
[Is Junpei feeling bold today?]
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I wasn't daring in your eyes before? That's a shame. [But that spoon is moving and he...squints.]
It's not my day to do laundry. [But his hand drifts toward his belt buckle.] But I'm not opposed to getting a little dirty.
[Why the fuck is Tamamo sleeping with this man. Even he knows that was a bad play on words given how he's giving her a smug look.]
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Because there is no way Tamamo's gonna back down now. If Junpei wants ice cream all over his dick, she is here to deliver the punishment.]
If that's the case... [twirling the spoon between her fingers, careful not to spill a drop of ice cream yet. She is unfortunately having the time of her life right now.] Let's get on with it then. Remove your belt, if you will, Master~? I'd feel bad staining the leather.
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He's helping. It's also a little more obvious now that she's definitely doing something to him, a bulge in the front of black underwear present between them. It's fine, he's easy, and maybe he has some mouth kinks. We don't talk about it.]
Better?
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So this is what you're into, Master? I must say, I'm a little surprised.
[No, she is not surprised in the slightest. The inclusion of the ice cream aside, Tamamo would be a little offended if she wasn't having any effect on him. A woman has her pride.
-- Also that underwear? Annoying. It's in the way and she will take her free hand and yank that down too, grinning pleasantly. DICKS OUT FOR TAMAMO]
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Yeah...? [Ignore how his tone is a little lower and his eyes are half-closed, hips shifting a little.] I'm into a lot of things, but a guy's gotta have some secrets.
[Just. Drop ice cream on his dick to shut him up, Tamamo, he deserves this.]
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There is now ice cream on this poor man's dick.
And Tamamo is laughing like the evil fox that she is. Regrets? None on her end. She even gets another scoop of ice cream and shoves that into her mouth because she's barely gotten to eat any with all of this tomfoolery.
-- Oh don't worry, she'll get to it in a second, but watching him squirm is half the fun. Even her tails are wagging.]
Is it cold?
[SHE HAS THE NERVE TO ASK, though deciding it won't do her any good if he literally dies in agony, Tamamo sighs and leans forward, grabbing him at the base and with agonizing slowness, begins to lap up the ice cream]
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God... [YES. IT'S COLD. It's cold and okay maybe he's a little into that, head tipping down toward his own chest to watch. Luckily Tamamo is still a good wife and even while he's starting to shiver, the slow licks are probably going to kill him.
Obviously, her mouth directly on him has an even more drastic effect as the heat of her tongue takes off the chill of the dessert, and maybe he's even more of an idiot than she thought because while this is going on there's a soft groan of pleasure and his free hand curls into a fist against the bed. There's an unintelligible mumble of some kind even as he briefly twitches in her hand.
But, he's not urging her to go faster? He seems to be enjoying this pace just fine.]
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And then she just. pulls back and licks her fingers like a cat more than a fox, eyeing both Junpei's erection and then him in his entirety, like a meal spread out before her. The coyness has disappeared.
Truly, she is not a patient woman.]
Amusing as this is, Master, just sit back and relax now.
[That is literally all the warning he gets because she swoops right back in, this time taking him all the way in her mouth, sucking all the while. Fox wife is a thot, news at 11]
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Relax, huh? He blinks and drops his hand before there's suddenly a flash of movement and Tamamo going down on him.]
Fuck! [NOT WHAT HE EXPECTED! AT ALL! Excuse him for jerking up into her mouth, he's trying not to do that so he doesn't choke her.] Oh fuck...[Well. The hand that was going for his own cock seems to redirect to the back of Tamamo's head, fingers burying in her hair and holding her steady. He's fine with relaxing, damn.]
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For both of their sakes, she discards it quickly.
And so long as that hand in her hair doesn't get too bold and pull at her roots, it's allowed to stay where it is. She pays it little mind with all of her focus on the cock in her mouth, working her tongue slowly against the underside, and reminding herself how Master probably won't like it if her canines scape the tip. Really, being careful is so much work.]
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Please don't bite his dick, Tamamo, he'll cry. As it is though he settles into it, keeping himself almost boneless against the bed while keeping one eye closed and the other open to watch her. There's a soft groan as her tongue hits the underside, but most of the responses are deep, steadily breaths. He'd be more than fine with this, obviously, but after a moment he shuts his eye and speaks up.]
...I'm returning the favor, you know. [So maybe don't get him off with just your mouth, Tamamo? He's flexible though.]
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-- Of course you are!
[Sir. Does she look like the type of woman who doesn't get hers in return? Sir.]
I have no idea if you can keep up with me, so I thought I best get your pleasure out of the way before taking care of mine.
[Just. Casually coming for his life while poking his dick with her finger, pouting.]
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That sounds like a chall--stop. [It's a surprised and annoyed sound, hand reaching down to bat at hers. His dick is not a cat toy, stop this.] Sounds like a challenge. Are you implying I don't know what I'm doing here?
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Hmph, well, not to criticize you when I was the one who told you to relax...
[But she is. Absolutely criticizing him, if only in jest.]
Oh though by all means, feel free to take the reins, if you think you can steal them from me~
[-- That, by the way, was definitely a challenge]
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You're way too overdressed for this, you know that? [Just casually pointing it out and tugging on whatever bit of fabric he can manage.] This has to go.