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Shining Sparkling Stone
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I turn to Rose with a sheepish smile, kissing her lipss as my hands curl around her waist. She's a lot softer than I remember, warmer. She lets me push her back, onto the bed, with a grin.
"So, did you do any shopping~?" she asks, gently kissing my neck, fingers sliding along the leather undersuit around my thighs.
"I, uh. Yeah. There's a suit of dualcroc I was thinking of getting... But it'll probably take up most of my b-budget."
"Mmmm. It's worth getting." she says, fingers sliding up my waist. "Tell you what, I'll spot you for half of it. On one condition."
"Wh-what's that?"
"Let me dismantle this suit. While you're wearing it."
"I... Uh... o-okay. W-what will I wear?"
"I have some extra clothes." she says softly, and I notice, for the first time, that she has claws, slowly tracing the stitching that secures the plates of hard leather to the more supple undersuit. Then she gently pushes.
Pop-pop-pop-pop. The stitches part under her claw, and before long, the plate on mt shoulder is removed, followed by the other. her hands slide along the now bare-feeling shoulders, to remove the plates from my elbows and wrists with care. It feels so strange, to have it be carefully pulled apart while I'm wearing it. The chest plate comes off just as easily as the rest. My heart is beating faster and faster as the hip plates are slowly pulled away, then finally, the shins, leaving me in a leather bodysuit as she slowly traces the seams with her finger. "Good quality leather." she purrs, pulling off my boots and gently touching the curves of my foot. "You shop well. Or maybe you're lucky. Either way, I have a plan for this..." she says.
"A plan?"
She nods, fingers tracing the line of the seam up along my side, and down my arm. She smiles, popping the seam there and grasping the rough thread. Slowly, she pulls it from each hole, the sleeve opening wider and looser as she approaches my elbow.
"Yep. I'm gonna recycle this material for your wings. Some leather will help them turn knives, though with this much, it'll be barely better than nothing..." she mutters, the sleeve loose on my arm as she reaches my armpit and continues. "or, I could make it into a bag, or something..." she goes on, touching my bared side as the seam opens on the side of my chest. "Or maybe I'm just looking for excuses to strip you creatively." she adds, as the seam opens on my hips. Her touch on these places where it's so rare send little shocks through me. I don't know why I'm so sensitive, I just... can't help it. I manage a nod as the seam opens on my thigh, then knee, then finally ends on my ankle. Rose traces the line from the ankle to my wrist with slow, gentle kisses. "I have you all night~. I want it to last." she murmurs happily.
On the same side that has been opened on the lower side of my arm, she starts to pull apart the top seam on my sleeve, seperating it in halves, carefully and metiulously. When it finally opens at my neck, I start feeling pretty bare. "Shhh, stay still." she murmurs, taking her time in the other three seams, giggling happily as she finally finishes the inseam last. The suit rests in halves atop and under my body, as Rose pulls off her boots and clambers onto the bed, knees on either side of my hips. She peels away her shirt, breasts bouncing slightly. "You can move now." she purrs.
I sit up, feeling the suit fall away slowly, baring me to her as my hands slide over her breasts and she leans down to kiss me, one hand undoing her jeans and peeling them off hastily along with her panties. The feeling of her soft fur on my skin is so wonderful, I can't really begin to describe it - a moan, unbidden, issues from my lips as her hand caresses one of my breasts. She pulls the half-suit away from between us, and our wet places grind together briefly, making me whimper in anticipation. her lips find my neck, and again, we touch.
A steady rhythm emerges, and in the pleasure, things fade and come to crisp sharpness. The look on her face as our moans match one another's, mouth open, eyes closed, body arched against mine. The feeling of her weight atop me, both heavy and comforting. The warmth of her body. The sound of her roar as the climax touches her. The blankness of my own. Exhausted, we slump together, and I stroke her mane and back, slow and long touches that make her purr even as she looks half-asleep.
There's so much to do, so much to prepare for - but for now... I think I'll watch Rose sleep for a while, while I pull the blanket over us.
That sounds nice. Yeah. I'll just rest my eyes for a bit.
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