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Camilla clamps hir jaws around your wrist, and chews harder, eyes shut, breath cold and panting. |
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Camilla clamps hir jaws around your wrist, and chews harder, eyes shut, breath cold and panting. Frostbyte looks at where your teeth crease the silk of his glove, and smiles. "My goodness." Camilla pulls back your sleeve rather roughly, licking at the small of your wrist. Hir tail curls around hir chair as sie squirms, face flushed, nostrils flaring. Frostbyte reaches out with one hand to gently draw the curtains of the booth seats, closing us off from view of all except the performers themselves - and they've surely seen it all before. Camilla takes your hand from hir mouth and places it in hir lap, the firm bulge of hir arousal quite evident. "I'm so terrible," sie whispers, rubbing hir eyes. "I'm finally here, right now, and I'm not even watching the show." Frostbyte clutches that firm bulge with his strong hands, and smiles at you. "You watch the show," he purrs softly. "I'll keep you entertained. How does that sound, madamoisellamo?" Camilla grinds hir teeth against each other, and hir hips against your hand. Sie nods hir response, eyes unfocussed as sie tries to look at the stage. Frostbyte slips out of the chair, on to his knees, and carefully begins to un-knot the fastenings of your dragon robe - no more than three buttons left undone, letting your shaft ease out of the gap. Camilla's knees part, hir blushing member sliding free, but sie only rests hir hands on your head and remains riveted on the show. Frostbyte wraps his powdered lips around your cock gingerly, carefully sliding it in deeper. Every inch of it vanishes demurely in to his kiss. Camilla rocks back and forth in hir seat, but sie lacks for discipline and has been pent up far too long. As soon as the Countess Almaviva sings the first few notes of "Dove Sono," Camilla tears hir collar from hir rope and bites down on it to keep from crying out, just as hir bonobial orgasm ruptures in your mouth. Frostbyte's eyes go _wide_, and he nearly chokes on the sudden flood of seed rich with pleasure and purpose. He presses his lips tight to your cock, forced to hold close to keep from uncouthly spilling, and swallows, over and over, feeling the contents of your gland settle in to his belly, all at once. His quills are quivering with emotion. Camilla's teeth rip through hir collar, hir belly sloshing quietly as the large gland pumps away. Sie bends over your head and snorts hir cool breath as sie spends hirself, claws scrabbling at your raised quills, petting them down as they keep rising. Frostbyte moans very softly, pinned down on his knees by your hips, with his head between your legs and his mouth wide open around your cock. He closes his eyes and presses in to your crotch harder, his drool beginning to run down and leave bright trails on his chin. Camilla nips at your ear, just as hir own passion ebbs away. Hir long fingers wipe at your chin, as sie lifts your head from hir, leaning over to kiss you. Frostbyte mmphs as your cock slides out of his mouth, his regal bearing shattered and not missed. With infinite worship he arches in to your kiss, still on his knees, supplicant and soft. Camilla tosses hir ruined collar aside. "I'm," sie pants, "I'll embarrass myself if you don't have a gag or something, tell me you have something, a hankerchief or something." Frostbyte instantiates a leather bit gag, and offers it to you without a word. Camilla quickly bites into it, and bows hir head, waiting for you to tie. Sie pushes the chair back, then kicks it, dropping to hir knees. Frostbyte ties the gag nice and tight, holding your mouth well shut, pressing as close as he can without actually touching you. Camilla nuzzles your hand, eyes closed, and then puts hir hands on the balcony railing, pushing hir rump high into the air, tail whipping about. Frostbyte grips your tailtip and quietly winds it about his wrist. He leans his hips in to yours, and begins to gently raise your skirt and lower his breeches. Camilla arches hir back, presenting hir slickened sex eagerly, hir tail constricting your wrist and the tuft on the end brushing against you. Hir long, heavy robe bunches up against your own cumbersome clothes. Frostbyte's cock presses in to you, slowly but surely as the tides. The thrust begins as Figaro catches one long, deep note, and as he finishes, so does Frost - hilt deep inside you. Camilla utters a guttural, strangled cry, which might've been louder but for the tight gag around hir long jaws. Sie quickly clenches hir folds around your length and shudders when her blushing spot presses firm. Frostbyte leans down and nips the back of your neck, quite gently. "I did this to William, not too long ago," he murmurs. "Not here, of course. Perhaps you'll have a chance to, soon." He gives you another swift deep _thrust_. Camilla only snorts a response, claws digging into the veneer of the railing, and hir pelvis contracts instantly. This time, hir orgasm is slow, measured, mechanical, .. and rather in tempo with the current aria. Frostbyte smiles softly, riding it out with you, letting it merge with the music as he watches the opera over your shoulder. From the right angle, you and he might just be cuddling - conceivably. Camilla bucks against your thighs, a gesture even the most virgin ingenue would not mistake for 'cuddling'. The second half is mostly fluff and winding up the story, anyway, or so Camilla would tell you if she was paying any attention to anything but the twinges of hir arousal against your stiffened member. Frostbyte shivers, his fingers digging in to the curves of your hips through the robe, his eyes tightly shut. "You'll make me release, if you don't halt, madam..." Camilla draws you down and then up, as sie bucks harder, a trickle of hir meager juices sliding down your thighs. Frostbyte chrrrs quietly, eyes opening again and looking over the small of your back, that shred of exposed skin which is so forbidden. "Alright, then." He quietly presses forward, and then comes, bursting in to you with a quiet hiss of heat inside you. Camilla's teeth dig deep into hir gag, and sie lists a bit to hir side, still pumping you. Hir color blossoms into an iridiscent blue, clashing with hir robe. Frostbyte stands firmly still, letting your cunt ripple around him, taking his time. Finally, after you have drawn his juices wholly in to your body, he steps back, wipes himself and you on his handkerchief, and settles his breeches back in to place. Camilla drops to the floor, knees together, head resting on hands gripping the railing. Hir chest heaves as sie pants exhaustedly, clawed toes clutching and releasing the air. You say, "I trust, madamoisellamo, that you feel well?" Camilla gwurfles, then remembers that sie's still gagged. Sie smiles weakly. Frostbyte politely ungags you. Camilla gasps, and rubs hir throat. "I ... " Sie lets that trail off, and then pulls hirself to hir feet. Hir first attempt to sit in hir chair is met with a tender wince. -.- Frostbyte settles himself next to you in the booth, dapper as ever, and quietly does up the buttons of your dragon robe again. Camilla licks hir dry lips, and gives you a quick kiss, before sitting in hir chair and making an effort to enjoy what's left of the opera. *^.^* |