VOICE TEST

[dismemberthename]

[Whatever circumstances put you into this situation must have really sucked, because right now? You're basically in the middle of nowhere, with heavy snowfall verging on a blizzard, with no reliable way out of this mess. There's no sign of shelter anywhere, and you're in the mountains for fuck's sake. Maybe you can find some trees to hang out under...?

...Are those wolves howling? Seriously, why are even wolves out in this weather?]

((or you know whatever you wanna play follow your dreams))

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[dismemberthename]

[he has the wolf at his back and she seems really cold so he... sheds his monstrous wolf pelt, draping it over both of them but mostly her.] Y'warming up okay? [he's not immune to seduction by any means but he's keeping any contact he initiates innocent and letting his worry for her eclipse any... noticing signs.]

[queentessential]

[ she nods, taking the wolf pet gratefully, shifting so she's most of the way under it. she can get a sense he's worried about her so the shivering starts to fade a bit, her short dress climbing up her thighs as she tugs her legs up. ]

Yes, this is ... This is fine.

[ her head tips back against his collarbone, her cheek nearly pressed up against his bindings. ]

[dismemberthename]

I'm glad. [blushing a little at the closeness, but gruffly patting her back, and hell his hands are cold against her warming skin. Doooon't look at her legs... ///// His heart beats quicker.]

[queentessential]

-- Oooh.

[ that is cold and she lets out a little shiver but it's more at the contrast than the cold itself, and she snuggles up close to him. it's definitely an unladylike sitting position she's in, the short cocktail dress not up to the task of staying on her legs as she draws them up. ]

You're cold too ...

[dismemberthename]

[DOKI DOKI DOKI

closes his eyes, folding his arms around her as if to help share warmth.]

I'll warm up quick.

[queentessential]

I can help.

[ one hand snakes up from under the blanket, cupping his chin -- and she's tipping her head up to try to kiss him, softly for a start. ]

[dismemberthename]

[look so he's not like the best at signals? like he genuinely didn't think she was flirting. but obviously, you know, she's definitely beyond flirting at this point. ...he's okay with that. kisses her.]

[queentessential]

[ you're so smart sudoh

she's cupping his face with a hand as she deepens that kiss already, tipping her face up for it. shhheee's also loading her saliva with all sorts of lovely pheromones that'll essentially function as an aphrodisiac, the more they kiss. ]

[dismemberthename]

[he's not DUMB he just isn't good at people at all... this is going fast, way faster than it should be probably and he knows that but it will warm them up, and for all he has the wolves for company he's been starved for human touch. there's nothing wrong with this, except how fast he's getting worked up, even with that loneliness, but... it's hard to think about that, with how fast he's getting worked up. convenient, isn't it?]

[queentessential]

[ yes, very. it'll also probably make him less questioning when monstering happens and that's key -- she doesn't want to have to deal with the wolves at all.

she keeps the kiss up, parting her mouth, making it even messier as she turns to fully sit in his lap rather than just lean back against him. her dress is riding up far enough now that it's around her hips, leaving her underwear pressed against his leg. ]

[dismemberthename]

Mmh... [the wolf he's leaning against has decided its had enough of this and gets up with a funny little noise, leaving him to unbalance and tip back onto the cave floor with her atop him. which, I mean, fair on the wolf's part. In spite of the pheremones getting to him, and her warmth (and her warmth) pressing against him, he very politely tugs her skirt back down. makeouts are well and good and he has no qualms with going further he just doesn't want to... something. It's not like he doesn't know she's doing all this on purpose, or anything. He isn't stupid. But still tugging her skirt down is respectful.]

[queentessential]

[ she looks back when she feels the tug and she almost laughs -- really, she thought she'd made her intentions clear at this point and he's concerned with her dress ... ?

that doesn't slow her roll though and she's straddling his leg, leaning over him, the pelt discarded at this point. she's keeping up the kiss, her hands dropping to those bindings of his and fingertips curling down to start to tug at them. ]

[dismemberthename]

[They don't unravel super easily- he's a fighter, after all, so there's a trick to them or he'd be half-naked pretty much constantly. ...More half-naked. Despite his efforts of preserving her modesty, though, he has no such interest in his own, and helpfully reaches to take her hands, show her the trick to loosening those bindings, baring the skin beneath. He's still kissing back warmly, and the skin bared is just as scarred as his arms, in the same way. Like deep cuts were taken to him, with a blade, a sharply raised line of scar tissue here and there.]

[queentessential]

Oh ...

[ she gasps a tiny bit, as if shocked and awed!! by his scarred form, her hands dropping so her fingertip can press against one of the scars. ]

You were hurt?

[ she sounds concerned, but really she thinks it's hot as fuck. this woman's like beef jerky. ]

[dismemberthename]

Oh, hah... That's from a good while back. These guys picked me up back then, so I got out okay.

[clearly means the wolves.]

[queentessential]

That's nice of them.

[ as nice as wolves can be. her hands are brushing up over his chest before settling there, the pad of her thumb rolling over a nipple. ]

[dismemberthename]

Mmh- mm.

[Arches his back to encourage that, and he's pretty stacked so his breast is a nice handful to boot.

Tugging her down atop him a bit more flush, though, breaking the kiss solidly enough to nose at her shoulder affectionately, kissing it.]

[queentessential]

[ how cute ...

she squeezes at the handfuls of him, groping a bit shamelessly, and letting out a soft, encouraging sigh.

what might feel a bit odd is that when she presses her fingertips against his tits again there's ... a suction? as if there's soft cups sucking against his skin. whatever her the bottoms of her fingers look like are hidden because of how they're pressed against his skin, however. ]

[dismemberthename]

[That is... certainly odd. It doesn't feel bad, necessarily, but it's strange enough that he feels the need to react, though he doesn't verbally. What he does instead is he keeps nuzzling her shoulder, and reaches to take her hands in his, slow and not remotely alarmist about it.]

[queentessential]

[ there's

octopus-like suckers on the bottoms of her fingers, if he's grabbing her hands. she doesn't bother to hide them this time, looking more embarrassed than anything, ducking her head a bit. ]

I ... I'm sorry ... My body's like this ...

[dismemberthename]

[examines her fingers for only a moment before just. holding her hands cutely, interlocking their fingers. touching those suckers without fear or hesitation.] You've got nothing to be sorry for.

[queentessential]

[ s c o r e. she looks delighted for a moment, as if relieved that he'll accept her like this, her own fingers curling. ]

Y ... you really don't mind?

[ her hand is shifting, her fingers entirely becoming small octopus-like tentacles that squirm and feel his hands. ]

[dismemberthename]

I don't. [earnest. look he's a man who possessed the corpse of his probably-ancestor centuries back in time only to find that he was sharing headspace with her he can't actually judge anyone's weird body shit. squeezing her hands/tentacles gently, getting a feel for them in return. a little flushed, curious but not disinterested.] You can change pretty freely, huh?

[queentessential]

I can ... when ... when I'm with someone I like it can be hard to control.

[ /////// -- utter bullshit she's entirely in control. but he doesn't have to know that.

the suckers idly press against his skin, tentacles wrapping around his hands for a moment before they uncurl so she can bring her hands back down. she's more open now with pressing her hands against his breasts, the suckers leaving little marks where they catch and hold onto his skin. ]

[dismemberthename]

[yeaaaah that does sound like some bullshit, but it would ruin the mood to point out that he doesn't believe her, probably, and also that feels nice?] Mmm... feels good... [sliding his hands down her sides and up again, hunting for a zipper to that dress.]