Ryslig | IC Network Contact

[hantale]

WELCOME TO YOUR PRIVATE CHANNEL, BAISEAL-LEAF. FOR SECURE COMMUNICATION, USE 015.43.187.59 *** BAISEAL-LEAF has joined 018.07.154.55 <BAISEAL-LEAF>> I think it's working... Test? <BAISEAL-LEAF> Yup, looks like it. <BAISEAL-LEAF> Hello, and welcome!

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[hantale]

There's a slight delay in their response, partially because they're distracted by the positively delightful embrace of several hands. Their chest presses forwards, curving with that arched back as if to encourage a little more exploring over the kelpie's soft skin, cool to the touch along with its blueish hue.

How they want him... Hmm, bug anatomy does make this a little tricky. A few more soft suckles on the male's tongues before pulling back to speak once more, gazing up at him with half-lidded eyes. "How about... something like this?" The hands on their hips and tush will likely follow along as Fran rolls their lower body, pressing down into Virgil's lap to start off their little fun.

Then, they slooowly tip to one side, rolling a little to guide them down so that Fran ended up beneath the male, thighs softly resting against his hips instead and smiling up at him. This way his thorax and shell weren't getting squished!

[nobirdsallowed]

Oh, oh! The young man rumbles pleasantly in his throat. He's so nervous, but at a point there it's overridden by lust and instinct. He pushes his forehead against Fran's, hips grinding against theirs, a few fingers smoothing along their abdomen before tucking very gently into any pants or undergarments they may be wearing.

[hantale]

Yes, definitely much better. It seems they hit that turnover point where the male's instincts took over, as well! All the better for Fran, at least. Their tummy tensed up slightly beneath the hand, a hot breath escaping through their lips as the hand slipped beneath the simple, arabesque cloth pants the kelpie wore, first trailing beneath their waistband. Dipping a little further will reveal why exactly Virgil hasn't felt anything pressing back against him.

Meanwhile, Fran's head trails light pecks across the males chin and cheek, dropping back softly as his hands start to explore. The kelpie's own arms shift up, lightly tugging the faerie closer and rocking beneath him, all subtle encouragement to keep on following his instincts.

[nobirdsallowed]

Interesting... Virgil's brows jump a little, fingers tugging gently at the waistband and two hands lifting Fran's hips, giving them the occasional glance to make sure every stroke of claws on skin is permissable. He wants to see what they've got for him to work with, not that he has any clue what to expect.

The fae almost half assumes they'll have a literal trouser snake, considering everything Ryslig does.