let me make up for all the things you lack

Lochlann made a disgruntled noise when he wasn't able to touch her. He compensated by stroking the blankets next to him with one hand.

He listened to her story with undisguised happiness.

"Kaya," he said. "That's wonderful! I'm so glad for your success. You've certainly earned it."

His happiness was, of course, tested into the grounds of lust by the way she moved and pressed herself against him. His body responded whether he wanted to or not (although, of course, Lochlann wanted it to) and he was soon painfully aware of his cock pressed beneath her.

"So this is...your store then?" he asked.

It was unusual to make small talk where there was a beautiful woman writhing ontop of him, but Lochlann hadn't seen her in so long, and since he couldn't touch her, he figured this was the only way he could torture her in return.

Something she said made him worried though and he frowned, looking up at her through eyes half-lidded with arousal.

"How...how long can you go between feedings?" he asked instead of answering her question about what kind of fae he was. He shuddered when her tongue tasted his skin. He tried to angle his head to meet her for the kiss she was teasing him with.

When Kaya smiled at him, Lochlann smiled back. He was starting to relax a little bit more, letting her body weight settle him into the mattress. He accepted that Kaya was stronger than him.

The only way he'd have a chance is if they were in water and he was in his real shape, but that wasn't going to happen, so he felt....

Not exactly safe. Lochlann never felt safe. But he felt like he could accept where he was without too much additional worry.

He nodded and was thinking about what that must be like--Kaya wasn't the first succubus or lust demon Lochlann had experience with--and then her mouth was on his.

He kissed her back and his kiss was hungry. If Kaya could feel energy, she'd know that Lochlann had a lot of it. Too much, almost, and it pulsed and throbbed in him like an infected cut.

He kissed her like he was starving to be kissed, exploring her mouth and reveling in the contact between them.

Not being able to touch her, he clenched the blankets inbetween his fingers. He wanted wanted wanted her.

"Well," Lochlann said, and his voice was breath from the feel of her hand gliding up and down his rigid cock.

Being pleasured without giving pleasured back was not a situation he was used to, but he feared restraints to such an extent that he was willing to put his nature on hold to enjoy the grasp of her skilled hand working him. He trusted that he would have the opportunity to return the favor.

"Ahh, Kaya," Lochlann said, and he gave her a wry smile. "I think that's one thing I don't need my hands to do."

Lochlann considered this challenge with a grin. When Kaya released him, only to take him with that wicked tail of hers, he made a low throaty sound in the back of his throat.

Lochlann started by kissing down her neck, taking his time. He kept his hands on either side of her on the bed, mostly for balance. He worked his was down her shoulders, pushing the traps to the side with his teeth, and then back down her collarbone and to the center of her chest.

For a second, he looked up at her and gave her a terrible grin, just to let her know how much he appreciated having his face there. The constant movement of her tail was sending spikes of energy and want running through him.

He took the center of her bra in between his teeth and worked with his mouth to feel for the clasp. He used his tongue and some suction to pull the top part forward, and then nudged his head up to slide the small clasp out of the hook.

All it would take for the top to come off now was for a slight wriggle. Lochlann wondered if he could persuade her, so he pressed his cock closer to her spread legs and tilted his head up to kiss her again.

((ooc: I'm making the assumption that her bra is a front clasp based on her dress. If I'm wrong totally let me know and I'll edit!))

"Mmmmm," Lochlann considered this. Now that he was on top, he felt like he could tease her a little bit since she'd worked him over already.

When she wiggled herself out of the bra he took the opportunity to lavish some attention on her breasts. His kisses were slow and sharp and well placed. He moved his body in tandem with hers, creating that perfectly beautiful friction against both of them, just enough to make sure she was good and wet in return for how hot she'd made him already.

"I could, because it would be absolutely delightful to have you perfectly naked and writhing against these sheets," Lochlann's voice was a low purr.

"So I think i will take them off, but I'm going to take my time," he whispered and started to kiss from her breasts down her body to the next layer of fabric he needed to work on.