I’m not really too familiar with the inner workings of man-loving, but I will give it my best judgement. I thought it was well-written and really gave insight into the character’s personalities. There were just a couple parts that confused me, like when you say “he exerts pressure on their base” I wasn’t sure if he was talking about the fangs or their man parts. I’m assuming the fangs, though, just based on the grammar.
And maybe it’s just because I haven’t read the rest of the story, but he says “I’ve missed having him inside me” then proceeds to talk about how no one has ever fucked him. Has he had sex with Dael before, or is this his first time?
I would give it a solid 8/10. It was well-written and I liked the dialogue at the end. Now I will follow that up with some lady on lady loving.
From: Into the Underwood
She pulled away for just a moment, bringing her hands up hesitantly to undo the buttons that held her jacket closed around her stays, and Sasha looked up to meet her eyes.
“Sylvia…” she said, “Are you sure?”
Sylvia nodded, giving her shy smile. “It’s just… I’ve never done it before,” she said, “Will you show me?”
Sasha chuckled. “Yes, I can show you.”
And soon her jacket was removed as well as her skirts and her stays, and Sasha pressed another kiss to her lips before pulling up her shift and lifting it over her head. Sylvia knew she should have felt nervous to be so completely bare before Sasha’s eyes, but somehow, she wasn’t. Somehow, it all felt perfectly natural.
Sasha ran her hands up the curve of Sylvia’s waist and over her shoulder blades as her eyes took in her naked form, admiring her small breasts, the tapering of her waist, the swelling of her hips. Then she looked up to meet Sylvia’s eyes again.
“You really are beautiful, Sylvia,” she said, drawing her in for another kiss.
And soon Sylvia found herself laid out upon the furs as Sasha explored the geography of her body by hand, by mouth, by fingertip, tending to the embers of Sylvia’s desire until the flames took light. By then, Sylvia had already pulled away Sasha’s shirt and her bindings so that she could feel her skin direct against her own. And when Sasha’s fingers dipped down into her secret place, Sylvia felt that same exquisite agony that she had only ever imagined she’d feel at her touch.
With curled fingers moving inside her, Sasha brought Sylvia up the precipice and held her there, back arching, hands grasping, until she came back down in gasps and choked sobs. And as Sylvia caught her breath, she marveled at how different it felt with Sasha, at how different it was to feel it both inside and out and throughout her whole body.
Sasha pulled her close, stroking her hair, kissing her sweat-dampened forehead until Sylvia’s senses returned to her. And when they did, the fire was still alive inside of her as she rolled on top of Sasha and began undoing her belt.
“Sylvia,” she said, “You don’t have to…”
But Sylvia leaned in and silenced her with a kiss. “I want to,” she whispered.
Sasha laid back as Sylvia peeled away her trousers, tossing them to the floor before she pressed her body into hers, unencumbered, and kissed her again. Reciprocation wasn’t something Sasha was used to. For many of her previous lovers, her masculine disposition was a draw, but her feminine physicality an obstacle, something to be imagined away or ignored in the heat of the moment, untouched and unacknowledged. But here with Sylvia, every part of her was accepted and adored, lovingly stroked, kissed, and caressed. And when Sylvia’s hand found her center, it almost surprised her how quickly it brought her to release.