"Raphael?"
Raph blinks up at Mona, sweaty and half-dazed, skin buzzing with the fresh line of kisses down his throat. "Hmmm?"
"Can you turn over for me, please?" She's leaning over him the way she always does, but she shuffles back a little as she says it, giving him room.
"Uh, okay." He does as he's told, wriggling awkwardly around in the blankets so that he's plastron down. She wraps careful fingers around his hips and gently tugs, until his legs are dangling off the back of the bed.
Raph squirms, a little anxious. "Uhhh...."
"Hush." Mona's not ninja, so she doesn't feel any need stay quiet as she drops to her knees behind him, more or less eye level with his ass. Raph can't help blushing a little at the idea--she's seen him vulnerable before, of course, but never quite like this.
"It's all right." Mona's petting his legs now, his thighs, running a soft finger up over his tail. Raph's stomach flutters a little at that; she's done such wonderful things with his tail, both their tails, unmade him in ways that made him so happy to be a reptile.
But instead she says, "Would you mind moving this out of the way, Raphael?" Raph grunts unhappily, but does as he's told. He doesn't back at her--something tells him that's not allowed.
Then Mona's hands are on his cheeks, pulling them apart, and he bites at the faint brush of air on his hole. She's looking at it, at him, and Raph squirms a little not sure how to feel at that.
"It's all right, Raphael," she murmurs, letting go for a second to stroke one hand down his side. "You can trust me." And if anyone talked to him like that he'd break their nose, but Mona is different, always has been, and he does trust her. So he bites his lip and forces himself to relax, to see where this goes.
"You have the most beautiful little hole," Mona murmurs, and Raph sucks in a hard breath as she brushes a thumb over it. "Such a sweet color."
"Thanks," Raph mumbles, and she chuckles, rubbing it again. He's getting hard and he's considering grinding down on her fingers when--
"Mona!"
"Hmm?" she asks innocently, as if she hadn't just fucking licked his ass. Her tongue is cool and wet, and he should probably be disgusted with it so why is his hole tingling so badly?
"What the fuck was that for?"
"Do you not like it?" she wonders, a bit more serious, running her thumb across his hip.
"I..." Raph shrugs, shifting about anxiously. "I don't know."
"Are you sure?" And now a tease shifts into her voice as she runs a hand down his plastron, across his slit and the bulge forming there. He trembles at her touch, and shakes when she licks him again, prodding just a bit harder against the sensitive flesh there.
"I-I guess we can try...." Her lips press against his hole again, and he considers making a joke about kissing ass, but he can't quite hold himself together. "Mmmm..."
"You taste good, Raphael." Mona's tongue slips between his checks, flicking inside him in a way no one has ever had before. He lets out a whimper--it's getting warmer, and that only makes the pleasure lighting up his gut burn brighter.
 "So good," she whispers, pulling out just enough to flick her dampened tongue against his thigh. It's enough to send him dropping onto the pillows, already beaded with precut.
He's prepared for the next one, or thinks he is, but this time she nibbles so slightly at the skin around his hole as her tongue slither inside, and Raph can't help twisting with a soft churr. Mona chuckles, the vibrations rumbling up through him, and fuck, what has Raph done to deserve this?
She pulls out again, sending his next churr twisting off into a whimper at the loss. Mona chuckles, low in her throat. "Are you ready for this, Raphael?"
"Fuck yeah, I--aargh!"
Because she's holding him upon wider than ever now, and her tongue is deeper than ever now, how could he have forgotten that Salamandarian tongues are so much longer and wide than humans? It's like she's in his fucking guts and he can't breath from it, all he can do is gasp and jerk, scrabbling weakly at the blankets.
It doesn't dawn on him that she's looking for something until she finds it, her tongue pressing up against a little piece of himself he barely knew existed. Raph lets out a sound that's a bit of a churr and a bit of a shriek.
Mona lets out a grunt of triumph and starts pushing harder, accompanying the flicks of her tongue with her own soft moves. One her hands has let go of Raph and he can feel a familiar smell fill the air, suck in more of it with every desperate pant. She's touching herself to this, to him, this degradation, and he loves every fucking minute of it.
He tries to push back up against her and she retaliates by shoving him into the pillows, leaving at him at a better angle for her to really shove him. Her free hand brushes down his heaving chest, his weaving cock, and she laughs, her tongue dancing inside him. 
It's like....like...like Raph doesn't now if there's a thing on earth that could make him feel like this, if there's any toy that could dig this deep or twist the way she does. And if there was, it wouldn't be the same, not with Mona right here, pressing up against him, growling and humming her pleasure as it burns directly into his flesh.
She flicks her tongue one last time and he comes undone with a wail. She moves aside at the last second, leaving his pleasure to splash onto his thighs and drip down the floor. Raph rocks through his final shudders before subsiding into a spent heap.
Mona hefts herself elegantly onto the bed besides him, brushing her soothing tail along his shell and ass. "Well, that was a fine treat, Raphael," she says, dabbing at her lips elegantly with the edge of the blanket, and he has to grin weakly up at her. "Did you enjoy that?"
"Y-yeah." He sits up with a sigh, propping himself on his elbows, not even concerned about the dampness squelching under his knees.
"Good." She spreads her legs a little, letting him see the tantalizing dampness gathered there. "Because I'm going to let you rest for a few minutes, and then you're going to return the favor with everything you have."
"Yes, ma'am!"