At least Mort had told Demona to expect this. So, she's had time to consider. Silent is one of the more desirable candidates. she supposes it's still alright, despite having recently been to the wolf's wedding.
"Mort was being more forward on the tomes than I would've liked but... yes, I suppose I do."
And thus, without further ado, Silent-Death releases the spell that gives her the appearance of wearing clothes and steps across the distance between them with intent, leaning forward to ...just rub her face against Demona's neck, pretty much. She's not sure if they're actually ever properly touched, and while there is more insistence to this than there would normally be to her touching someone else, because this is going to go further, but it is also a first encounter kind of thing. Getting to know how Demona feels and smells.
She is also, while stepping forward, almost changing into Glabro (because really, that will make things a lot more comfortable and Demona should be fine with it) but stops herself because this place is too public for that. Well, homid will have to suffice for now. Next time, however...
Demona lets out a surprised "Oh" when the spell drops and reveals Silent completely naked beneath. That's convenient.
The action isn't as instantaneous, but Demona does quickly step out of shortened tunic she's wearing. (She hasn't bothered to buy anything new, so she simply altered what the fae gave her when she arrived to better suit her taste.) She also has nothing in the way of small clothes beneath it, so Silent will have the pleasure of complete contact skin to skin when she moves in close.
The motion of rubbing up against Demona certainly is a good reminder that, though the woman appears human now, Silent is much more canine. It makes the gargoyle wonder if she should adjust her own behavior at all. But she wouldn't know how to. She settles for brushing her own cheek back against Silent, pressing her face into the woman's green hair and taking in her scent. The gargoyle's keen nose can pick up much more than any human's.
In an effort to give Silent even more skin to explore, Demona also lifts her folded wings off her shoulders, exposing more of the flesh at her neck and collarbones.
Silent-Death smells entirely human in this form. Yes, there's no scent of soaps and perfumes and instead that of forest and earth, and, yes, faintly there's a scent of wolves... but also of rabbits and deer and all kinds of other animals. All scents that stick to her, her own scent doesn't betray a thing about her nature.
...Much unlike her behaviour. Because with Demona indulging her, she'll lean closer, fully against her, and also up to sneak her nose around the other woman's shoulders and get a better sniff and look at the area she just revealed. Yes, her nose is shit like this, but... She can at least act on habit.
The scents of fotrest earth and animals are a comfort. Tension that still held in her shoulders finally releases, letting her relax fully into the sensation of Silent exploring her scent and the feel of her flesh. Her skin is tougher, more leathery than humans, with a noticeably strong earthen tone that hints at stone and salt, enough that even a human nose can detect it.
Her clawed hands encircled Silent's back, drawing slowly down to her hips, keeping the woman pressed in close, chest to chest. She's quickly finding herself craving more. Her own hips are starting to hitch forward as wetness grows between her legs.
There's one obvious action to follow those observations up with, and that is to gently nibble on Demona's skin, blunt teeth harmlessly scraping against the other woman's skin and aiding exploring lips and tongue.
It's... really nice, to have sex with someone who doesn't appear to be human, and the more she lets herself settle into that experience, the more she realises that she might be being unfair to Demona for inflicting her homid body on the gargoyle.
And thus, reluctantly, she pulls away - not fully, not enough disconnect their fronts or pull out of her hands, but enough to speak - and says: "If we go somewhere private, I don't have to stay like this." She cannot go all the way into her breed form, but Glabro should be safe enough to bring into this...
Demona sucks in a long, heated breath. Her skin prickles up where Silent's teeth scrape against her. The wetness between her legs grows slick enough that shifting her hips makes the feeling very obvious. By now, she's allowed her eyes to close. The better to ignore the less attractive humanoid appearance of the wolf-woman. But, they open again with a mild look of confusion when Silent pulls away to speak up.
"This isn't private enough?" She glances around the room. She doesn't really expect anyone to barge in here. Though, they probably could...
Hm. What would be the harm of going elsewhere? She knows well how much better then experience is for her when she is in her rightful body. The same is likely true of Silent. But, does that mean Silent plan to take on the form of a wolf once more?
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Re: action;
Date: 2021-09-06 10:10 pm (UTC)"Mort was being more forward on the tomes than I would've liked but... yes, I suppose I do."
Re: action;
Date: 2021-09-07 04:28 pm (UTC)"How?"
As in, does she have any preferences? Also:
"Where?"
....and, just for good measure: "I won't wear clothes." She has lines of kinkiness she won't cross, okay.
Re: action;
Date: 2021-09-11 07:39 pm (UTC)"However we see fit? In the heat of the moment I may use my claws on you, or my tail." Seems fair to warn for now that it's happened a few times.
"I see no reason why here should not suffice."
That bit about wearing clothes actually makes her laugh. "Ha! No problem. I do not prefer to have clothes on either."
action;
Date: 2021-09-16 07:51 am (UTC)And thus, without further ado, Silent-Death releases the spell that gives her the appearance of wearing clothes and steps across the distance between them with intent, leaning forward to ...just rub her face against Demona's neck, pretty much. She's not sure if they're actually ever properly touched, and while there is more insistence to this than there would normally be to her touching someone else, because this is going to go further, but it is also a first encounter kind of thing. Getting to know how Demona feels and smells.
She is also, while stepping forward, almost changing into Glabro (because really, that will make things a lot more comfortable and Demona should be fine with it) but stops herself because this place is too public for that. Well, homid will have to suffice for now. Next time, however...
Re: action;
Date: 2021-09-16 02:55 pm (UTC)The action isn't as instantaneous, but Demona does quickly step out of shortened tunic she's wearing. (She hasn't bothered to buy anything new, so she simply altered what the fae gave her when she arrived to better suit her taste.) She also has nothing in the way of small clothes beneath it, so Silent will have the pleasure of complete contact skin to skin when she moves in close.
The motion of rubbing up against Demona certainly is a good reminder that, though the woman appears human now, Silent is much more canine. It makes the gargoyle wonder if she should adjust her own behavior at all. But she wouldn't know how to. She settles for brushing her own cheek back against Silent, pressing her face into the woman's green hair and taking in her scent. The gargoyle's keen nose can pick up much more than any human's.
In an effort to give Silent even more skin to explore, Demona also lifts her folded wings off her shoulders, exposing more of the flesh at her neck and collarbones.
Re: action;
Date: 2021-09-16 06:28 pm (UTC)...Much unlike her behaviour. Because with Demona indulging her, she'll lean closer, fully against her, and also up to sneak her nose around the other woman's shoulders and get a better sniff and look at the area she just revealed. Yes, her nose is shit like this, but... She can at least act on habit.
Re: action;
Date: 2021-09-19 03:13 pm (UTC)Her clawed hands encircled Silent's back, drawing slowly down to her hips, keeping the woman pressed in close, chest to chest. She's quickly finding herself craving more. Her own hips are starting to hitch forward as wetness grows between her legs.
Re: action;
Date: 2021-10-24 08:21 am (UTC)It's... really nice, to have sex with someone who doesn't appear to be human, and the more she lets herself settle into that experience, the more she realises that she might be being unfair to Demona for inflicting her homid body on the gargoyle.
And thus, reluctantly, she pulls away - not fully, not enough disconnect their fronts or pull out of her hands, but enough to speak - and says: "If we go somewhere private, I don't have to stay like this." She cannot go all the way into her breed form, but Glabro should be safe enough to bring into this...
Re: action;
Date: 2021-10-25 09:54 pm (UTC)"This isn't private enough?" She glances around the room. She doesn't really expect anyone to barge in here. Though, they probably could...
Hm. What would be the harm of going elsewhere? She knows well how much better then experience is for her when she is in her rightful body. The same is likely true of Silent. But, does that mean Silent plan to take on the form of a wolf once more?
"Where would you prefer?"