[He almost wants to deny her the satisfaction, and frankly, if she could magic his pants off that's just more points in her favor. A+ magic trick, do it again. But nah, he complies, already tired of holding back longer than he's used to. Time to banish all that to the floor, revealing his own suit, a diamond starting at his navel and trailing down to his groin. And hey, the carpet matches the curtains!
His eyes are on the prize though: ie her tits. He is a simple man, he sees boobs, he appreciates them. The elaborate design of the suit is curious but not nearly as inviting as the rest of her, and he buries his head to take in her scent, kissing his way from a nipple, to her collarbone, and then up to her ear, ending with a hiss of a whisper.]
Remember, I warned ya.
[That's the last warning she gets before the skin on one of his arms slits open, and a vine creeps out, zipping forward to wrap around one of her wrists. This one lacks the thorns from earlier but binds just as tightly, though she still has more than enough slack to move and reciprocate. He just doesn't want her getting any ideas about leaving until he hears her pleasure. Hope she wasn't expecting lube or some such--Chobe raw dogs it, swollen and hard as he parts her legs and begins ramming it in.]
no subject
[He almost wants to deny her the satisfaction, and frankly, if she could magic his pants off that's just more points in her favor. A+ magic trick, do it again. But nah, he complies, already tired of holding back longer than he's used to. Time to banish all that to the floor, revealing his own suit, a diamond starting at his navel and trailing down to his groin. And hey, the carpet matches the curtains!
His eyes are on the prize though: ie her tits. He is a simple man, he sees boobs, he appreciates them. The elaborate design of the suit is curious but not nearly as inviting as the rest of her, and he buries his head to take in her scent, kissing his way from a nipple, to her collarbone, and then up to her ear, ending with a hiss of a whisper.]
Remember, I warned ya.
[That's the last warning she gets before the skin on one of his arms slits open, and a vine creeps out, zipping forward to wrap around one of her wrists. This one lacks the thorns from earlier but binds just as tightly, though she still has more than enough slack to move and reciprocate. He just doesn't want her getting any ideas about leaving until he hears her pleasure. Hope she wasn't expecting lube or some such--Chobe raw dogs it, swollen and hard as he parts her legs and begins ramming it in.]