#kc_necropolis

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Up in the room, Piper surveys the Firnost accomodations. "Not bad at all... nope nope..." And she moves to the side table, setting out the stuff she brought with her... the sandlewood massage oil, her phone, and a tiny blue tooth speaker. Tapping on her chin thoughtfully. "I've never tried to musically muse someone who wasn't already musically inclined. I'm... hm. Not quite sure where to start."

Adam grins. "I've never tried to muse. Or been mused. Your call." To his credit, he has not stripped off his clothes. Yet.

She fiddles with her phone and speaker until a stream of soft background music comes out. Jazz, it sounds like. Hand on her hip, the other hand still rubbing her chin thoughtfully. "Your shirt... take it off." A small grin at the order, a hoof tapping.

He does!

She grins at him, letting her eyes drift up and down across his chest. Sure, she's seen it before, but that doesn't mean it's not still nice. "We never did get to go to that dance." Drawing in closer and taking one of his hands, a hoof reaching back behind her to push a footstool out of the way and make a little room.

Adam comes to her arms willingly, eagerly, to dance. He clearly appreciates her form, as well.

She pauses, waiting to see if he moves to take the lead, or waits for her to move first... curious.

Somewhere between; he moves a little forward, holding her, kissing her.... but he doesn't press things unless she responds and ups the game.

Swaying with him. "You ever think of being more... assertive?" She murmurs up to him.

"Huh? Uh..... yeah. I can be. But.... "

"But...?"

"If you want me to? I mean.... I don't want to be all... you know." He pauses in the 'dance' and looks at her. "Look, I love you. I don't want to hurt you but at the same time .... if you want, you know. More. I can do that."

"You won't hurt me. I want you to be you... and be comfortable, right? But... at the same time, I wouldn't mind if you took the lead a little more? Confidence... it's sexy, you know?"

A grin, and he moves in. He touches, kisses, gently eases her clothing away..... and if she pauses, or objects....?

She does neither, responding to his initiative with a coquettish grin!

Oh, it's on like Donkey Kong! Given they have shared sex with a Chimera of lust, how freaky how fast can they get?

And now she plays the tease, drawing closer, then moving away. Her hoofbeats lightly playing a tapping beat along to the background music.

He takes a breath to balance himself. "Too much?" Checking.

She gives a pert tail flick, drawing back a few paces. No audible answer, but her eyes are on his, and her mouth quirks in a grin. Eyelids lowering a bit, demurely, a shy look - he doesn't need to be a Gwydion to pick up the lie there. As the beat picks up, she taps a hoof once more, inviting him to rejoin the dance.

And he does, his interest sparked by her response. He holds her, close, his interest obvious, his lips ardent. And yes, his touch is informed by the music, a bit, now. Tempo, beat, melody...... a little bit.

And she reacts to his response with increase enthusiasm on her end as well, one feeding into the other.

Oh yes, YES......

She murmurs into his ear, "you know, we goats act confident, but maybe we're just innocent lambkins, strayed from our herd." A click click as she draws back a step, trails around him, fingers tracing over his skin as she breathes up, "easy prey for any wolf to happen by... hunter and hunted is... just another dance?"

A soft growl of appreciation, and he turns to close on her.

She darts to one side, as if to slip past him!

Adam grabs to catch her, hold her, bring her close...

And she squeals in delight, captured, and yielding...

"Mmmm......" He likes that, and ensures they are both nude, no clothing to interfere or restrict......

Indeed, he has done his work with what she had on, and her deft fingers work at anything else he might have in the way. The music plays on.

He follows her, drawing her close, kissing.....

And she lets him take the lead- whether it’s another twirl across the floor, or towards the bed- or maybe down ONTO the floor... so many options.

"Mmmm....." more kisses. "...oils?"

“Oh, sure...” a Somewhat reluctant disentanglement, and she returns. “Where are you... tense?” A drip onto her hands, and she rubs them together, warming the oil.

He guides her hands..... down..... "Hey, I can use some on you, too..... What do you like?"

“If you get it on my fur, we’ll have to take a bubble bath later.” She warns, but in amusement. “I’ve been told they have troll-size tubs here, that should be big enough for two...” her own hands trailing downward. “Mmm, my lower back? I’ve been doing too much sitting....”

"Yeah! Pick one and..... oh, damn. Girl." As her hands find him. "Yeah."

He kisses her, keeping a tempo with her hands, her motions, and the music. "Which one do you like?" Murmured.

“Mmmm, that’s good.” She guides him, letting him explore, letting her responses in quickened breath, movement be his guide as much as her words. And it looks like they’ll both need that bath... later.

Later, yes.

((fade to naughty))