[oh. Blade didn't anticipate the teeth, but he likes it. he groans and lets his fingers spread around the base of that tail, flexing muscle bound by it's coils. with that broader grip he presses the vidyadhara's hips down with every little thrust forward, adding to the pressure for him.

his other hand wedges itself between them to palm at the tent in his own pants, which is growing more interested by the moment.]