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Liu wasn’t always that aloof, there are days where she got needy, on her periods specifically. It’s almost instincts that turns such highly respected creature into a needy mess like this. and Liu lived up to that title, too; refusing to give in to her instincts, refusing to ask for comfort unless Callie had her down and forced her to spill out what’s bothering her.
She wouldn’t say it, but her body language shows everything Callie needed to know. She got more attached to warmth, to the pandan leaf scent that was clearly Callie’s, and each wags of her tail mean she needs something.
Her senses highlighted, so as her desires,
That’s why Callie found herself held in place, Liu’s tail wrapped tight around her waist as the dragon pressed hot kisses right the side of Callie’s neck, desperately seeking comfort to soothe the heat inside her.
Liu’s breathing came out in short gasps, soft little whimpers spilling out as she pressed her face into the crook of Callie’s neck, hiding away her reddened cheeks; each tiny twitch of her hips that she tried to suppress tugged her pantie tighter against her already swollen cunt. The friction burns-and it would be a lie if Liu said she didn’t enjoy it, at least a little bit. The dragon’s thighs trembled, hands fisted on Callie’s shirt, her body languages screamed for a release, screamed to let go.
“Grind on me if you wanted, I’m here.” Only when Liu has calmed down a bit, when the trembling ebbs did Callie allowed herself to hold the other, scared of overwhelming her lover; watching as Liu whimpered and melted under her touch, body going slack like a puppet with its strings cut.
“Can’t-” Liu stuttered in response, “I’m on my period..” her emotions were put on a scale these days, placing Callie’s comfort on top of hers when she’s the one needing it most. Always sheepish and doubtful whenever it comes to expressing her needs; even if it’s not for a release, but for her own comfort- she’s still hesitant.
Callie kissed her then, one hand cradled at the back of Liu’s head, the other snaking around the dragon’s waist; asking for more, giving Liu the clarification she needed—to cling, to hug, to demand of more. Once she felt Liu had loosened, mouth moving against hers needily did Callie strike; the hand previously on Liu’s waist sneaking down underneath, moving past the waistband to reach the thin layer of pantie covering Liu’s ass.
The reaction was immediate, Liu’s tail pounds onto the fabric of the chair in excitement, shirting and pressing herself closer to Callie’s body almost like she’s pinning Callie back to the chair; split tongue slides into Callie’s mouth, exploring and demanding for more.
Callie smiled into the kiss then, hands roaming more freely over the dragon’s body; from Liu’s translucent scales scattered across her torso to the joint that connected that heavy tail to her slender body—not one spot did she left untouched; pulling Liu flush to her body once she felt the other shifting and grinding on her thigh, Liu giggled too—embarrassed of being caught, but finally giving in to her desires and let herself be needy.
Things escalated quickly then, so as the heat building up. So much that Liu forgets that they’re making out right in Callie’s study room—a place belongs to silence and the smell of books, not the damp heat of sex and the fishy smell of menstruation.
Callie guides her lover to grind on her lap, the friction of the pad she wore, plus the warm waste made her slid so easily on the rough surface, that alone turned her on faster than she thinks. Her body being teased and provoked when on such a sensitive state loses control much faster—in just minutes, the dam inside of Liu broke, gushing warmth onto Callie’s thigh with a startled whimper.
But Liu didn’t have much time to recover before Callie suddenly grips her waist tight and hosted her up again, exposing the drenching mess soaked Callie’s sleep pants. A wet dark spot with marks of red seeps into the fabric of her pants, and shame then overcome Liu in all her senses,
“Don’t look at that,” Callie interrupted, setting her lover on her work table with a loud ‘flop’ to make Liu yelp in return, startled by the sudden drop.
“Look at me instead.” It was rare for her to demand something this straightforward, yet Liu followed obediently; tail curled around Callie’s thigh, tapping in excitement as their lips crashed, moving sloppily, like Callie was intentional with her movements; pulling out tiny whimpers from the dragon with each stroke of her tongue.
The kiss lasted for a while, with Callie grasping and tugging at the folds of Liu’s ropes, pulling her closer; the dragon responded with the same urge, arms wrapped around Callie’s neck, tail curling tighter, clinging onto Callie’s thigh when she depended the kiss, tongue stroking Liu’s splitted ones.
A string of saliva hung between them when the kiss broke, lips glossy, breath coming out in hot puffs—Liu was a blushing mess when she asked, breathlessly “You’re gonna take me here? On this table?”
To which, Callie just leaned closer until their breaths mixed, shamelessly roaming at the dragon’s hips, mapping out each spot of scales on the smooth skin, then tugged at Liu’s panties, “Only if you let me.”
——nasty smut incoming-—
Liu hated how much her thighs tremble when Callie’s hot breath ghosted over the sensitive skin there. The more Liu trembled, itching to clamp her thighs together because of the tingly feeling, the harder Callie gripped her thighs. Leaving behind faint marks scattered along the skin, ones that wouldn’t fade easily.
Liu thought she was ready, but it all crumbled down when Callie suddenly hooked her leg onto her shoulder, forcing herself in the space —and the next thing was Callie’s mouth nipping and biting the inside of Liu’s thighs, where the metallic scent become embarrassingly obvious.
Before she had time to register anything, Callie snapped at the rim of her pantie, didn’t bother warn her when she pulled aside to garment to reveal the soaked-red padding tucked underneath. Liu’s breath hitched audibly at that, already squirming out of annoyance.
“Rude.” The dragon breathed out; truth is, she hated that her lover knows taking time turned her on, that making her wait can reduced her into a squirmy mess. And Callie was absolutely abusing it, drawing out every slow moans as Liu tried to arch into her mouth, seeking that warmth that kept ghosting at her skin—but can’t.
Until, Callie stretched that warmed padding out in one clean motion, meeting Liu’s twitchy cunt with her greedy mouth.
The sharp tang of blood hits her mouth first, warm and metallic-tasted—Liu moaned out loud at that, surprised to the sensation, but too needy to pull away; tail thumping on the floor as she clawed on anything to held on.
Those sharp claws ended up grasping at Callie’s hair, arching as she tugged Callie’s mouth closer; little pleas spilling out, nipples hardening from rubbing at the rough fabric of her ropes, and arousal. Callie of course followed, shifting closer and tightening her grasp around Liu’s thighs, pulling her lover closer and thrusting her mouth into that greedy hole.
Liu couldn’t even form a thought, let alone speak; but her body language says enough: claws clutching at her lover’s hair, back arching beautifully into the other’s mouth. Wanting more, and more as the moments pass.
Callie eats her out like a feast, thrusting Liu’s hips into her mouth, biting and sucking so much that the sweet noises of sex mixed with the uneven creak of the table were the only sound in the study room. She wasn’t gentle, either, occasionally pausing to lick up a long stripe along Liu’s blood streaked folds, then nibbled messily on the reddened clit.
As Liu’s head lolled on the cold surface of the table, quicker moans spilling out, Callie’s hand shot up and tugged at her lover’s nipple; pinching and squishing at that pink nub to see her dragon scream and whine. Liu’s grasp on Callie’s hair trembled from overstimulation; yet when Callie moved away for a single inch, the dragon immediately thrust up to meet her mouth, gasping “More..!”
It wasn’t that safe to eat someone out when they’re on their period, risk of infections are high; but Liu’s too dazed to care about that, tail subconsciously curling around her lover’s strong thigh like an invitation.
Liu came with a yelp when Callie roughly tugged at her swollen nipple, chuckling with her tongue still deep inside her pussy—that alone sent chills down Liu’s spine, but Callie’s hand slapping her thigh and the obvious slurping sound overcame Liu once more. White fluids leaking out from the abused hole, rolling down to her anus, then dripped down onto the table as Callie finally leaned back to enjoy her work of art, kissing along Liu’s inner thighs with blood streaked mouth; smacking the dragon’s ass—loud enough to echo throughout the room, pulling out more of Liu’s needy moans and whiney attempts of calling Callie’s name without stuttering,
“..Ca-ly...”
Smack.
“Ugm—! Callie!”
“That’s better.” Callie cooed, leaning closer when Liu met her halfway with a soft kiss, colliding again. Liu flicked out her splitted tongue to get a taste of her own blood—then spit out right after under Callie’s giggles.
End.