<blockquote><div><cite>Kahmori wrote:</cite><a class="postlink" href="http://tvtropes.org/pmwiki/pmwiki.php/SugarWiki/CrowningMomentOfHeartwarming">D'awww...</a></div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Aw, that's sweet,~</span>Crew says.<span style="font-style: italic">~You should see this, they're really cute together.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Yeah...~</span>Brady agrees, her voice distant. Even dictated through Crew's bland voice, Kahmori's speech carries enough passion to send a flush of warmth through her body. The kitsune reminds her of character a romance novel she once read: noble, dedicated, chivalrous, but at the same time bold and passionate. She'd snuck that particular novel from the mansion with her to read and re-read over and over, leaving the pages of her favorite sections dogeared from frequent visitation. Her father had been furious when he'd confiscated the book, and made her toss that "piece of rubbish" into the fire before sending her to her room. Of course, that might have had something to do with which sections had seen the most use- the novel hadn't simply limited itself to<span style="font-style: italic">romance...</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Crew?~</span>she says.<span style="font-style: italic">Could you... ah... repeat that first part?</span><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>"It does feel good...a living meal can, sometimes, cause every nerve in your body to writhe in pleasure."</div></blockquote><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~That part?~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~Ooh, yes...~</span>Brady moans. The room is definitely feeling hotter now; she sits up long enough to peel off the top half of her suit before collapsing back, her hands quickly moving up to fondle her chest. The image of Kahmori lounging with a full squirming belly fills her head, and she runs with the idea, filling in the contents of the kitsune's stomach with various female acquaintances- Vendra? Xali? Sura?<br/><br/>Her?<br/><br/>The last thought sends a shiver down her spine, which he tells herself is from fear. She's never been inside of anyone, of course; in human cities, she and her family were pretty much the closest things to predators around. Out here is so much different- there are so many creatures that are bigger, nastier, and more powerful that her, that it ought to terrify her out of her wits. And yet, the idea of slipping down the wet tunnel of someone's throat is... intriguing, to say the least.<br/><br/>Brady gives her chest another grope, kneading some of her borrowed flesh back into its original location. The shrinking bust has the pleasant side effect of concentrating her nerves, eliciting a gasps with her next squeeze.<span style="font-style: italic">Oh... What are they... doing know?</span>she asks between panting breaths.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~They're moving to the baths,~</span>Crew says, apparently oblivious to (or deliberately ignoring) Brady's state.<span style="font-style: italic">~Kahmori's about to shuck his pants.~</span><br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">~You mean... naked?~</span>Brady asks, her voice husky.<span style="font-style: italic">~Oh... tell me more... I wanna hear everything...~</span>