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The wall is cold against her back as Nimbus' weight presses her into it. She draws in a sharp breath, wrapping her talons around their wrists as their soft, warm lips find her neck. They nudge her scarf out of the way to press their mouth to her skin, breathing down her throat as they pinch the edges of her shell between their teeth. Every touch is electric, every breath scalding hot against her skin. She feels like she can barely breathe, the sensations almost choking her as Nimbus kisses her jaw, the side of her neck, right beneath her chin.

They push a soft kiss into her throat and then reel back, their tongue sticking out of their mouth in a decidedly undignified and unsexy way. She raises a brow at them.

"Sorry," they mutter, spitting onto the ground over their shoulder. "Got fuzz in my mouth."

She forces a scowl, but their stupid, sweet face breaks her facade and she chuckles. "A clever solution would be to not open-mouth kiss the fuzzy parts of me." She wraps her arms around theirs, sighing softly as her eyes wander from their eyes to their lips.

"Aw, but all the good parts of you are the fuzzy parts," they whine, their hands sliding up and under her shirt to feel the soft nestling fuzz she never lost that clings stubbornly to the places between her shell, even well into adulthood. The feeling of Nimbus' thumbs smoothing over her skin makes her shiver. "I don't wanna kiss you where you can't even feel it."

"I invite you to kiss me all you want. I just said it'd be smart not to lick me where there's fur." She bares her teeth at them in an approximation of a grin, sharp and shining. They smile back at her before leaning back in to kiss at her neck, which she happily allows. The feeling of their lips on her sensitive skin sends waves of heat through her chest, burning at the back of her neck. She wonders if they know just how intimate the place she's allowing them to touch is. She wraps a hand around the back of their head, swallowing an embarrassing sound before it can spill out of her mouth as she feels the slightest brush of their teeth against her throat. Their tongue slowly traces the scar there, making her shudder near-uncontrollably at the warm feeling against the delicate blue mark. Her claws curl against the back of their neck as she arches up into the sensation. She lets her mouth hang open, and a soft gasp spills past her tongue no matter how hard she tries to choke it down.

"Nimbus," she trills. They respond by temporarily abandoning her neck to look her in the eyes, leaning in to kiss the corner of her mouth, right over one of her scent glands. She isn't sure what her scent is like to the human nose, but Nimbus lingers a moment at the seam of her lips to breathe it in. "Don't stop," she keens. "Keep doing that."

"Mmmkay," they mumble, gently unwinding her scarf from around her neck. They let it slide from their hands to the floor, letting it land in a pile by their feet. They lean into the newly-exposed skin to shower it with affection while their hands wander under her shirt. As hard as she tries to keep it down, a soft, low sound claws its way out of her chest as their nimble hands tease the spaces between her plates. Her claws flex as they lean back to cautiously tug her shirt up and over her head. Almost sheepishly, she allows it, the cool air of the building whispering across her skin. She feels exposed with nothing covering her torso, but somehow, Nimbus' eyes wandering the newly-exposed skin and plating makes her okay with it. She can feel a warmth pooling in her gut as they lean away from her neck to kiss at her chest and shoulders, the plates between her legs pulsing with an unfamiliar yet instinctual feeling. She arches her back, letting out another embarrassingly loud sound as they shift their grip from around her waist to under her thighs, encouraging her to wrap her legs around their waist, which she does eagerly.

They run their hands up her torso, using their weight to hold her against the wall, starting at the waistband of her pants and slowly trailing up. "Do you know how pretty you are?"

"Hhgk," is all Kivoksik says in return as their weight holding her against the wall pushes their hips together in a way that shoots pure electric want through her. Against her own will, she can feel her plates split open, needy and flushed with heat. Nimbus perks as they feel her length twist and writhe under the layer of cloth. Their eyes go wide as they stare unapologetically at her crotch.

"Woah. Is that your-"

"Yes," she snaps before they can finish their sentence. They wince, and she takes a breath. "Sorry."

"You're going to have to give me an anatomy lesson," they laugh lightly. She squirms a little, eager.

"Get my pants off me and I'll show you." She relishes in the way their face goes pink at the bluntness, and they step away to tug at the waistband. She assists them in the process, pulling her legs out one at a time as they pull the fabric down. She winces lightly at the ache in her injured thigh as she moves it. Nimbus smooths a hand over the bandages to soothe the ache the best they can as they discard her pants somewhere alongside her scarf. They blink.

"Couple of awkward questions," they admit.

"Shoot," she replies, leaning back against the wall.

"So, first question- do you always go commando oorr…?"

"Yes. More comfortable that way. Next question." She waves a hand for them to go on.

"So, you were totally smooth down there the last time I helped you change bandages. Where did…" They gesture vaguely to her length, which has been impatiently writhing between them since the conversation started. "That come from?"

"Unlike humans and your ridiculous external anatomy," Kivoksik explains, smirking lightly at their pout of protest. "Eliksni genitals stay sheathed in the body unless we're aroused."

"Okay," they mutter, looking very serious as if they're taking mental notes. "So… what's what?" They stare unabashedly at her again, and she flushes a little under the scrutiny. Something about being stared at does something irritatingly arousing to her. Perhaps its something she should file away for later, or perhaps its just Nimbus staring at her that makes her feel this way. Either way, it sends heat to her gut and the back of her neck.

"Alright. Pay attention." She waits a moment to make sure they're focused on her before she starts. "Ovipositor." She gestures to her length. "Ovipore." She sweeps it off to the side to expose said ovipore. "Lays eggs and receives eggs, respectively." They nod, although their face is thoroughly red, and Kivoksik continues. She gives a vague gesture to the entire area between the two split plates between her legs. "Genital slit."

They nod slowly, cataloging the new knowledge in their big, empty head before using their weight to hold her against the wall to free up their hands, one of which immediately hovers over her ovipositor. "Can I?"

"Be my guest," she says, almost sarcastically, but the tone dies in her throat as their huge, warm hand wraps around her length and gives it a slow, tentative pump. Kivoksik gasps, a shudder running down her back, as they settle into a rhythm of gentle, languid motions. Compared to a human's similar anatomy, her ovipositor is long and thin, half the girth but twice the length. Nimbus seems to be decidedly interested in this as they jerk her off, twisting their wrist to feel the ridges of muscle and the rigid, muscular barbs that run along the length, flaring out in length towards the base.

"Would these hurt?" They ask, almost eagerly, as they flick lightly at one of the longer barbs. She gasps at the sensation, and then gathers herself to answer.

"Maybe a little-" She's cut off by a moan as they pick up the pace a little. "I don't know. I've never been on the giving end. They feel good to me."

"Mhm," they mumble, flushed. They suddenly retract their weight from between her legs, setting her gently on her feet.

"Nimbus, what the hell are you-?" She snaps, but peters off as they kneel in front of her. The realization slaps her as they look almost pleadingly up at her. Her face goes completely blue and her eyes go wide open as they lean forward, their lips inches from the tip of her length.

"Is this okay?" They ask, gently running a hand up her thigh. She shudders and nods mutely, taking in a sharp gasp as they lean forward and take the tip of her ovipositor into their mouth.

"Fuck, Nimbus," she croaks, her back arching and her talons curling against the wall. They lightly bob their head, taking more of her length into their mouth, little by little. Kivoksik can barely do more than gasp and swear and moan as their mouth moves along the length of her ovipositor. Her mouth hangs open and her claws scrabble uselessly against the smooth metal wall as the tip nudges the back of their throat. Nimbus looks up at her through lidded eyes, but she can't hold eye contact with them through the desperate arousal that the sight sends through her in shockwaves. "Nimbus," she moans, the back of her head knocking against the wall. She wraps one of her lower talons around the back of their head, resisting the urge to push them down further. Their tongue runs along the bottom of her length as they bob their head, and she gasps and her hips buck involuntarily into their mouth. They let out a choking sound and pull off of her, albeit slowly, and replace their mouth with their hands.

"Fuck, sorry," Kivoksik pants. "Did I hurt you?"

"Aww, you care about me," They coo, their voice just the slightest bit rough as they wipe the spit from their chin. "I thought you said I was irritating."

"You are," she grumbles. "But unfortunately I love you anyways."

"Y'know," the muse, leaning one elbow on the wall. "I think that's the first time you've ever told me you love me."

She grumbles under her breath, crossing her arms, and Nimbus chuckles softly. They rise to their feet, leaning down to kiss her. She reciprocates after a moment's hesitation, parting her mandibles to allow them better access. She knows they don't mind- she doesn't say "I love you" often, the words feel stupid and sappy coming out of her mouth, but she expresses her love. She lets them change the bandages on her leg, she lets them touch her and kiss her, she lets them get as intimate as they are here, in this moment together, with their lips pressed against her mouth in as close to a kiss as they can get. She still doesn't understand why they love her as much as they do, but she's content to let them.

"The more you talk, the less I want to fuck you," she chatters as they part, unwilling to voice her stupidly sappy thoughts.

"That's not true," they purr, and it isn't, but she won't admit it. To prove it, their mouth finds her throat and their hand slides up the back of her neck. Unabashedly, she moans, throwing her arms around their shoulders and dragging her claws up their back. Their breath hitches and they shrink away from the stinging lines of pain, but the soft, pleasured noise they make after doesn't escape her. She smirks, teasing the tips of her claws along the raw, red scratches, making them sting. Nimbus hisses through their teeth, but they arch into it.

"I didn't take you for someone who would be into that," she purrs, tracing up and down a scratch mark.

"I didn't either," they admit, a bit sheepishly. "I've never had a girlfriend with claws before. I guess we're both learning new things about me."

"I guess we are. And you know how I feel about learning," Kivoksik rumbles, a wicked grin spreading across her face. "And experimenting. Tell me when?"

Nimbus smiles. "Sure," they answer right before they dive back into kissing her, hoisting her back up against the wall by her thighs. They suck in a breath as Kivoksik drags her claws along their shoulders, leaving lines of pain searing across their skin. It hurts, but it hurts good. She moans into their mouth as their hand finds her ovipositor, stroking it as she squirms and whines. She thrusts up into their hand, whimpering as they slow their motions in response and pull away from their kiss. "Who's doing who here?" They ask, stroking her jaw lightly.

"If you don't fuck me, Nimbus, I might have to kill you," she growls, using her legs around their waist to pull them a little closer.

"Point taken," they laugh, jovial as always despite the outward threat. She threatens to kill them a lot- they've learned it's how she expresses her feelings, especially the soft, gentle, loving ones. Kivoksik isn't always the best at expressing herself, but over the months she's been here, Nimbus has learned the odd ways she shows how she's feeling. A lot of them involve threats of violence, but they're used to it. They even find it endearing, now that they know what it means.

Kivoksik leans her head against the wall, her chest warm and her core buzzing with need, listening impatiently as Nimbus shuffles around the armor that isn't fused to their body to free themself. She dares to glance back at them when the sounds of metal and vinyl moving cease, and swallows hard when she's greeted with the sight of them, completely exposed. Her face goes blue at the realization that they're bigger than she expected. Not as long as her ovipositor, but maybe twice as thick. She stares, eyes wide, until they laugh softly at her and stroke her cheek with a gentle thumb.

"Not what you were expecting?"

She licks her teeth, not gratifying them with a response, just feeling herself heat up as she continues to stare. "I want to return the favor," she finally mutters.

Nimbus laughs at her. "No offense, but I don't think I want you to." They tap her on the nose, and she instinctively bares her many, sharp teeth in response. "You kind of have a meat grinder for a mouth."

She growls in irritation. Curse her ancient ancestors for evolving to eat fish! "I know," she grumbles, crossing her arms. They smile, and the pouty look is immediately wiped off her face by their fingers sliding between her legs, gently teasing at her entrance.

"Okay?" They ask, their voice soft and gentle. Kivoksik nods mutely, and then groans embarrassingly loudly as a finger slips inside her. She drags her lower claws up the wall and her upper ones across the back of Nimbus' neck. They slowly, deliberately work her open, adding a second, and then a third as soon as she's loose enough around their digits to do so. They take such purposeful care to make sure she's comfortable, even as she digs her claws into the delicate latticework of their neck, panting hard, knocking her head into the wall as she tosses it back.

"I'm ready," she growls, her length curling and twisting impatiently. "Stop teasing me." Despite her impatient begging, she has to swallow a needy keen as they remove their fingers from her hole, now dripping with the same slick beading at the end of her ovipositor. They readjust their grip on her, shifting from her legs to her hips, retracting a hand to line themself up. They stare into her eyes for a long few moments, until she growls impatiently at them. They smile, laughing lightly despite her bared teeth, and slowly start pushing into her.

The growling only grows louder, changing from annoyance to something of an impassioned sound as they gradually fill her up. They're much, much bigger than anything she's ever taken before, stretching her to near her limit while she gasps and snarls and curses. She pants, her voice rasping, as they finally bury themself in her to the hilt. She feels so deliciously full, stretched around their dick. It ignites a million nasty, dirty feelings that go straight from her core to her brain- oh, how she wants Nimbus to completely and utterly destroy her. They stay carefully still, giving her time to get used to the feeling even as she claws at their back.

"You know I love you, baby," they start, stroking her cheek. "But the old men are going to ask questions if you keep scratching me up."

"I don't care if you don't," she rumbles, a tad impatient.

"Nah," they purr. "Feels good. And with how loud you're being, they already know what we're doing."

"Good," she chitters, digging her claws into their lower back hard enough to draw pinpricks of blood to the surface. She delights in the soft, pleasured sound it brings to their lips, and delights even more at the fact that they've started moving.

Their pace is slow, drawing almost all the way back before sinking deep into her again. It feels good, it draws a gasp out of her every time they hilt in her, but it isn't nearly enough. "Nimbus," she growls, more breathless than she expected. "I'm not fragile. More."

Thankfully, they comply, picking up the pace. Kivoksik grits her teeth and knocks her head against the wall, a deep rumble welling up in her throat. Against her own will, her back arches and a groan spills past her lips. She knew, vaguely, that Nimbus has experience. The discussion of their body count (which they keep a coy little secret) had come up between them before, and they weren't shy about letting it be known they've had sexual partners before. Kivoksik has had her swings, but never with a human, and most especially not with a human she likes. Whatever experience Nimbus has, it serves Kivoksik's interests well as each quick snap of their hips sends pleasure coursing through her. The feeling pools in her gut, shoots up her spine, turns her brain to mush as they go a little faster, a little harder until their pace is fast and rough. Their mouth hangs slightly open, but much to Kivoksik's unexpected disappointment, they aren't particularly vocal.

"You're-" she starts, cutting herself off with a gasp and a curse. "Quiet."

"Sorry," they breathe, kissing her cheek in apology. Kivoksik experimentally uses her legs wrapped around their hips to pull them in closer as they thrust into her, and she's rewarded by a guttural, melodic moan. She smirks, and does it again. Their fingers dig into her hips and they lean over her, giving her a prime view of the way their core flexes as they move until the new angle lets them pound into her sweet spot and her eyes screw shut.

"Fuck-!" She curses in her mother tongue as she starts to see stars. "Shit, Nimbus-! Dara- right there," she babbles mindlessly, no longer caring for who can hear her. Her claws find new purchase along Nimbus' sides, clawing new lines into their waist as they stagger a little closer, pushing her into the wall. The coil of pleasure draws tight as they lift her by the thighs and press her back into the wall with their weight, mouthing insistently at her neck. Just as she's about to break, Kivoksik instinctually surges forward and sinks her teeth into the meat of their shoulder. Her vision goes white and she snarls into the bite, tasting the blood welling in her mouth. Nimbus gives a few more rushed, sloppy thrusts and then stills, spilling inside her while she grinds down on them, chasing the high as they both, slowly, come down and Nimbus pulls out.

As the tension melts from her muscles, Kivoksik finally releases her death grip on their shoulder. She stares at the bleeding pinpricks her teeth left in their pristine skin, watches as beads of blood become small trickles flowing down their chest. "Fuck," she pants. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean to bite you, it just kind of- I did it on instinct. Its an Eliksni thing." She feels her cheeks heat up- she just had her brain fucked out of her and now she's embarrassed?

They swipe the blood away with a thumb and seem surprised to see it come away red. "Wow. You really did bite me." They rub their hands along their sides, feeling the raw, red scratches there. A bit of the embarrassment subsides to smugness as their face gets a little red. "On the off chance neither of the old men heard us," which they most especially did. "We got into a fight."

"I'd believe that," Kivoksik laughs, allowing them to sweep her away from the wall and gather her against their chest. Against her own will, a purr rises in her chest, a pleasantly sleepy feeling washing over her as she leans her face against their chest, listening to their heartbeat. She throws her arms around their neck, clinging to them as they stoop down to pick up her cape and gently wrap it around her shoulders.

"I could use a shower," They hum idly.

"You absolutely could. You smell bad," she grumbles, pressing her cheek to their chest to cover a bit the scent of human and sweat with her own.

"Oh yeah?" They gently grab her face and cup the scent glands in the corners of her mouth with their hands, rubbing their palms into them to smother her scent. She hisses, baring her teeth, and eventually worms her head out of their grip as Nimbus laughs at her. "C'mon. Let's go shower. Then we can go to that sushi place you like."

"Wait," she mumbles, curling up in their arms and nuzzling up under their chin. "Just a little longer."

They smile, pressing a kiss to her head. "Okay. Cuddle first, shower later."