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Umbra (the blue and white one) belongs to
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The bar was fancy and had many exotic drinks, and even more exotic dancers. For Umbra, she tuned most of it out into white noise. It let her see more; mostly eyes either swimming in their drinks or ogling the dancers. All except one. He was a colorful fellow, a little non-descript, but he was not drinking, nor was he watching the dancers. He was instead watching Umbra. She could hardly blame him; this was a place where folks either went to see the dancers, drown in drinks, or meet up with other lonely souls. Umbra felt that she had been too long without someone to share her bedding, and this fellow seemed kind enough. She stood up and with a simple, almost commanding request for his company, she left the establishment with him.
Umbra wasted little time in undressing when they got there, but instead of someone trying to throw her to the bed, she was greeted by someone who kissed her and held her close. His heart was beating softly and he was completely gentle in the way he touched her. He dressed down, his somewhat odd patterning looking more exotic the longer she looked at it. She finished dressing down, expecting him to balk or pause at her male equipment, but he never so much as slowed down as his hands stroked her body, his lips kissing down her chest and belly, and his tongue began lashing along her emerging shaft. She’d gotten head before, but now, something felt different; she felt unsure, somewhat shy. She rolled over onto her side and told him to just stick it in and be done with it. She expected him to cram it into her dry, but was again met with his slickened fingers easing her open, stroking her softly as he slicked his shaft before he held her from behind. She raised her leg, expecting the typical burn of uncaring penetration, but instead got the warmth of a smooth, easing penetration. She huffed softly as one hand gripped her raised leg, his other holding her back and his lips suckled along her neck as he slowly eased into her, then drew back out. This was so weird, so strange, so nice. It wasn’t making any sense to her; she hadn’t been so aroused in ages as her mouth hung open, panting at the gentle movements she was receiving from his rolling hips sliding his hot, slickened length smoothly in and out of her, her own shaft so damn hard and leaking all over her thigh, she thought it might burst if she touched it. Her mouth was soon met with his own; his lips touching to her own as he kissed her, twirling their tongues together before pulling back, a thin line of saliva connecting them. She had dripped prefluids all over her loins, the sensitivity of he shaft so great, she simply had to grasp it and stroke it in a feverish pace before she grunted, shuddering as she spurted out a mess along her bed covers.
She awoke the next morning to a great comfort as Cephos was still behind her, holding her close. It felt so nice, so gentle. This was supposed to be a one night stand but… he’d made her feel things she hadn’t before.
Maybe… maybe there was something special about him?