Packing It Up

The kiss tastes like teeth and kerosene and an hunger deeper than anything a human could ever feel. You let her devour you, this fairy, your friend, let her claim you with her tongue and her lips. Her hands hold onto your hips so tightly her nails are digging into your skin. You welcome it, this sting, this pain, because you want everything she has to offer and that includes violence and desire alike.

"Artoria," you breathe out between kisses. Artoria, Artoria, your caster, your lover. Can you make her worse, you wonder? Can you get her to draw blood? She's so obviously starving- you want her to growl. You want her to bite. You want to drive her insane.

You put a hand under her shirt. Her belly is warm and soft, covered by fuzzy hair that is positively heavenly under your palm. You give it a good rub, then slide two fingers under her waistband, circling them around-

...Huh?

"...Ritsuka?" Artoria calls out to you with a quiet, breathless voice. "You, uh. Stopped. You okay?"

Oh, yes. Absolutely. You couldn't be more balling right now. Still, there is a teeny-bitsy insignificant issue, being: "Artoria. What am I holding?"

"My... dick?" She frowns. "Do you... not know what a dick is like? I, uh. Thought you were a slut."

"Excuse me??" You can't help raising your voice in offense. "I AM a slut! I know what a dick is like! It's just that the dicks I've seen aren't so..." You're not sure what adjective to tack here. You're not sure of what exactly you're feeling right now. Her dick is... bumpy? Split? "I need a visual." You reach out to drag her skirt down-

-only for her to grab your wrists. "What? No!"

"Why not??"

"You said my dick is weird, of course I don't want you to see it!"

"I don't see how your dick being weird has to be a dealbreaker."

She clicks her tongue then, frowning. "That's the part where you're supposed to reassure me that my dick isn't weird, you hack."

"I would never lie to you like this."

She bursts out laughing, which, fucking rude, so you shut her up by squeezing her cock again. Her laugh ends in a strangled moan. She stays silent for a few seconds, visibly struggling to keep her composure, then concludes with: "... show me yours first."

Well, who are you to deny her?

She stares intently when you take your cock out. Her eyebrows rise all the way to her eyelines, her gaze going up and down.

"... It's really... smooth." She whispers eventually.

"Indeed it is."

"Is that... normal for humans?"

"I am very average on this aspect." (Well, you're a bit on the smaller side, but she doesn't need to know that bit.)

Artoria stares some more, clearly puzzled. You stay silent; hurrying up would only result in her clamming up. You watch her eyebrows knit into a frown, then her mouth fall agape in understanding, and then, finally, her eyes close in defeat.

"Artoria," You call again, in a quiet voice. "Can I see?"

There is a slight pause. And then, slowly, very slowly, Artoria lifts up her skirt.

Oh. Oooooh. It's barbed.

"D-don't just stare. Say something."

You hook a finger underneath one barb and pull. "Are they sensitive?"

You hear a sharp inhale as her hips jump forward. "A, a l-little." She lies to your face.

Mh. Definitely weird. Not a dealbreaker, though. You feel your lips stretch into a smile. Not a dealbreaker at all.

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