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“You want me to do what?” She asked, a dark flush splaying across her face. Striker held her hands and stroked them with his thumb encouragingly.
“I just wanna see what would happen if you tried, I dunno… tellin’ me what to do?” He tried giving her a soft smile, his sharp and crooked teeth peaking out at different angles. “Nothin’ mean or anythin’ just-” he paused and searched the straw-strewn floor for a moment when Lennox tilted her worried head in confusion. He looked up and gave her a knowing glance, like what he was about to say would be the key to solve this mystery.
“Get me to use my manners.”
Lennox cracked a grin and laughed lightly, withdrawing her hand to playfully hit Striker on the shoulder. “Striker,” she began, trying to temper her laugh as the other grabbed her by her forearms to center her. “I can’t get you to use your manners at the dinner table, what makes you think I can get you to use ‘em here?”
Striker cooled his expression, doing his best to give her a seductive smolder. He pulled her in close by the waist with one hand and held her chin with the other, bringing their eyes together. “Because I wanna see you take charge. I wanna see ya get bossy, Len.”
She blushed brightly and squirmed uncomfortably at the idea. Though she grew up in the rough and tumble of Wrath, same as Striker, and she knew how to handle herself in a scrap, and she knew how to wrangle and wrestle, Lennox could confidently say that “bossy” wasn’t a word that described her. If she did it was quiet. Shy. Plain.
“I dunno…” She began, suddenly very self-conscious of the everything about her: her demeanor, her face, her body. “I’d just look stupid.”
“No, no,” Striker, his brow softly lifted, bringing her closer. “Please? I’ll help ya. I’ll help ya get there.”
His face scanned hers encouragingly before it twisted into one of pure mischief as the hand resting around her waist traveled south slowly and squeezed her ass playfully and chuckled. Lennox gasped, giving the minimal effort of trying to untangle herself from his embrace. “STRIKER!” She exclaimed, brow furrowed and huffed at his grinning face.
“There she is!” He joked, pulling her into a kiss and hoping it would loosen her up. Once they parted, he looked down at her, foreheads touching. “Let’s try it without our clothes this time, huh?”
Lennox blinked blearily from the kisses and considered Striker’s proposal. It was sweet to see him try to help her with her confidence like this and since they’d been together, he’d been nothing but patient with her. Her heart swelled with affection for her beau as she nodded hesitantly, hands that were around his neck creeping to take hold of his collar. She tugged playfully and brought him close for another kiss, this time more passionate and with more tongue. They pulled back and she looked down at the ground once again.
“Just don’t… laugh at me.”
Striker’s hands were already on her own shirt, fussing with the buttons when he stopped to run a comforting hand through her hair with a reassuring smile on his face.
“Cross my heart.”
She grinned more confidently as they began to exchange kisses and peeled each other’s clothes off in the sticky Wrath air. Shirts were tossed to the floor, forgotten. Shoes and socks taken off in between soft moans and wet kisses. Pants clumsily shimmied off in that hurried, inexperienced way that young lovers learning each other’s bodies would do.
Lennox’s brain struggled against going on autopilot, letting her hands roam across Striker’s lean body. She wanted to let him take the reins; he knew her and her body and how to make her writhe and whimper at his touch. But she looked up to find his expectant, hopeful eyes. Like he was waiting for instructions. So excited, she thought. Hopefully I don’t fuck it up.
“Erm…” She hesitated, looking around the hayloft and settling on the cloth-covered hay bale they called a bed, flattened and strewn about the floor after months of use. Lennox steeled herself and met his eyes again. She schooled her voice hoping it would come out commanding and confident. “Go lay down.”
Close enough.
Striker’s eyes brightened and he smiled encouragingly, simply nodding and laid out on the bed, propped up by another hay bale. He leaned back a bit to take in her body slowly with hungry eyes, making Lennox feel… exposed. It wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before, but it was the expectation of being in charge that made her want to shrink. It also gave her the desire to prove herself. That she could do it. Make him use his manners, she reminded himself.
“I’m waitin’,” he murmured coyly, his tail playfully slinking about.
She huffed and slowly approached, doing her best to make her awkward, lanky teenage body look appealing and desirable. Lennox stood at his feet, arms crossed disapprovingly with her tail also slinking about. Here goes nothin’. “You’ll wait however long I want you to,” she ventured, heart leaping in her chest. “You understand?”
Her beau’s brow lifted in surprise, a bright blush spreading across his own cheeks. His twin cocks stirred at the command as he nodded, unable to take his eyes off of her. He could tell that just beneath the surface of her quiet exterior was a confident, capable woman, and that she was starting to show it through the cracks. This was already working.
Lennox took the few steps to stand in between his legs and leaned down a bit, tail gently grazing underneath his chin. “I’m gonna need…”She searched her brain for what she needed and smiled coyly at the answer she found. “Some yes ma’ams and no ma’ams from you, hun.”
Striker seemingly froze underneath her gaze before loosely snaking his tail around her thigh, pulling her closer. “Yes ma’am.” He couldn’t take his eyes off of her- his girl- his sweet, shy imp coming into her own, slowly but surely as she approached. As soon as she was arm’s reach away from him, he rested his hands on her hips as she slowed and looked up at her adoringly.
She spared a quick glance down at her thigh being squeezed by her partner’s tail, feeling her own heart race and blood rush between her legs. She liked the way that sounded coming out of his mouth. Lennox allowed that tail to bring her forward with tentative steps, ending with her legs on either side of his hips, her soft stomach eye level with Striker. Her dangling hands rested on top of his as she guided one to rest on her midsection; It was the part of her she dreaded the most and was always the most self-conscious of.
“Kiss me here.” She instructed softly, her voice beginning to shake.
The serpent-like imp grinned and leaned in, his lips hovering over her skin there. “Yes ma’am.”
Softly, Striker peppered her stomach with slow, adoring kisses. He’d even gone so far as to place small bites on her hips where a little too much flesh clung to her bones. The tender way he attended to her body like this, the obedient way he followed her words, it made her feel… worthy. Powerful. Loved. She looked down and held Striker’s chin in her hand, bringing his gaze up to her face. A flare of love surged through her when she looked in those yellow eyes and only saw love for her reflected in them.
He stole a small kiss to her palm before pulling tentatively on her hand to pull her down.
Lennox obliged as she sunk to her knees and settled her soft thighs on either side of his hips, his twin erections caught between the two. She blinked slowly as Striker trailed his hands up her waist and ribs, then caught one of his hands with her; she brought it to her breast.
“Kiss me here,” she ordered, then brought his hand to her neck. “And here.”
“Yes ma’am,” he obliged, leaning into begin his work when his snout met with a hand. He looked up to see Lennox’s worried brow. He leaned into her ear with hushed tones. “What’s wrong, darlin’?”
Her face flushed red again against her sheepish smile. She leaned in too, hiding her embarrassed face from his and whispering into the bend of his neck. “Am I doin’ alright?”
Striker chuckled and brought her other hand down in between them to show her just how affected he was. She grazed them both softly with her fingertips with a smile growing in mischief. “You tell me if I think you’re doin’ alright,” he replied, chuckling again, then cradling her head in his hands.
“You’re doin’ so good,” he whispered gently before kissing her deeply on the lips. A small vote of confidence and a promise of what was to come while they played this game of theirs. “Keep goin’.”
Lennox nodded silently, a quiet thank you before zoning back in, rolling her hips against the barbed dicks that lay just beyond her reach. “Sounds like you got the hang of your yes ma’ams,” she smirked. She gave his cocks a playful tug before rearing up to pounce on him, pinning him to the hay bale behind him. Her tail twisting about behind her wickedly. “I think it’s time I heard some ‘please’ and ‘thank you’s.”
Striker flushed again, only momentarily, before matching her wicked smile and placed his hungry hands on her hips once more.
“Yes ma’am.”