“Thanks for the meal,” River grinned at Rosa as he followed her to the living room, “You never mentioned you’re a great cook!” He shrugged his gear off his back and settled on the couch. Before he realized it, he was taking a deep breath, enjoying her scent. It has grown stronger. He turned to see her draw the curtains closed. “Um, is that a good idea?” his heart was already beating faster.
“I feel better uncloaked,” she explained as she took off the bracelet. With a glowing swirl of mystic energy she turned back into her turtle form. “So the curtains avoid any risks of being seen from outside.”
Oh gods she smelled so good. He nodded as he nervously swallowed, “Of-... of course. You should be able... to be at your most... comfortable in your own home.”
“I’m glad you don't mind me looking like this,” she timidly said as she sat down beside him.
All he could think about was how cute both of her forms are, “If anything, you became twice as beautiful,” he murmured, leaning his head down towards her face. Their lips locked, kisses growing deeper. He gently pulled her into his lap, arms wrapped around her tight. He trailed kisses along her jawline and down her neck, licking between tiny bites. His hand ran down her back, loving the feel of her shell.
She moaned when his fingers brushed her tail through the clothes.
“Sorry!” he stopped, “Did I hurt you?”
“No, I’m… fine,” she reassured, looking at him with darkened eyes as she ran her hands down his torso, "I'll show you my tail if you show me your abs, 🥺" she smiled teasingly.
“O-ok…?” he stammered, “B-but you don’t have to…” blushing furiously as she unbuttoned his fly to tug his shirt up. He leaned into her mouth as she kissed him, feeling her hands rub up, belly to chest. It left an electrifying trail that had him trembling. Human form is so sensitive! Never had he felt so vulnerable without his shell.
She broke their kiss and giggled, pressing the hem against his lips until he bit, holding it between his teeth. She leaned back to look at him, finding his obedience endearing.
Wanting more kisses but couldn’t even talk, he looked at her expectantly, trying to slow his breathing and stay still.
His arms braced behind him, shaking while he forced himself to stay upright as he perched on the edge of the couch. He felt lips and tongue and teeth trailing across his pale human skin. His moans escaped into whimpers between teeth gripping fabric, chest heaving. It was surreal. His plastron nor his shell never felt anything like this, all these new sensations leaving him dizzy with how fucking amazing it felt when her fingers squeezed and massaged the firm muscles on his back and abs.
“Hnn~!” his eyes fell closed and his back arched as he felt her lips on his… nipples?? How could such vestigial human male parts be so… ticklish? Ohh gods she’s sucking it now, switching between the two. He gasped when she bit, sighed when she licked the teeth marks. He could feel himself growing down there, hoping she wouldn’t notice the end peeking out above the elastic of his black boxers.
She did.
“Oh,” hands cutely covered her mouth as she blushed at the sight. When he shifted to bring one arm forward to hide himself, she held it down to stop it, “Can I… touch it?”
Still holding his shirt in his teeth, he could only nod, eyes heavy-lidded and face flushed.
From her kneeling position, she primly sat down into a seiza on the floor in front of him, and watched his face as she palmed the front of his black boxers behind the open fly. Her fingers felt the wet droplet when she reached the exposed tip. She looked down to see it grow even bigger at her touch. She slid her small reptilian hands smoothly up and down, enjoying the huffs and sounds he made in time with her fingers’ movements, quickening the pace when he started pleading wordlessly.
“Rosa~!” he bucked his hips, shirt dropping from his lips when his head fell back and cried out as he came, unable to look as her fingers contained the fluid. He scooted backwards to slump against the back of the couch.
She raised herself up. One foot still on the floor, she rested a knee at the space between his legs to smile at him, gently resting her hands on his shoulders. Rosa looked with interest to see him tremble, still recovering from the intensity of his orgasm, his eyes still closed as he panted, chest heaving.
River opened his eyes, “It’s… this never happened to me before,” bashfully admitting his inexperience, “Thank you,” he breathlessly said as she hovered above him. He shifted up to kiss her lips.
Rosa savored the kiss, before leaning back to give space between them and catch their breaths. “I guess…” she started, looking shyly to the side, “I can show you my tail now…” her face red.
He leaned forward for a hug as he kissed her cheek and murmured against her ear, “You don't have to do anything you don't want to.”
She giggled, placing her hands on his cheeks, “I never said I don't want to.” She pressed her forehead up against his, “I just said I now can,” she purred seductively, fascinated as she watched his pupils dilate at her boldness.
River pulled her against him, nudging her arms up to cling around his neck, and rested his chin on her shoulder to look down her back. When he moved her legs to straddle him, he bit his lip, loving the silky feel of the nylon dark stockings as he slid his hands up her shapely legs to reveal pretty white spots against the gleaming grey scales of her thighs. He lifted her a bit off his lap, just enough to nudge the skirt up over her tail and bunch the fabric at the edge of her shell. “Aww your tail is so cute,” he cooed, the lacy pink underwear beneath the dark pantyhose looked enticing, too, but he was distracted by the short appendage above it absently stretching out, her scent intensifying. “May I touch you... down there?” he asked, voice breathy.
“Yes,” Rosa buried her face in her arms, still wrapped around his neck.
He lightly brushed a finger on the underside of her tail, base to tip, as his other hand slid down, down the middle, feeling the hose and lace moist as much as smelling it. Her moans were making him lose his mind, “I love the sounds you make,” he breathed, sinking his teeth on her shoulder as his hands and fingers sought to draw more of her voice out of her. He held her tight, moving his hips to rub against the rounded bottom edge of her plastron, faster and faster, until she sang and he moaned, coming together. When he lifted his head, he was thankful human teeth are much more blunt, “S-sorry,” he whispered, stroking the faint marks he left on her. He looked down on himself with contained surprise, “I… I should clean up…” wiping off his fluid in embarrassment, ‘I never knew human males are so… messy!’ he panicked inwardly.
