[She unbuttons his pants and, with frequent glances upward to make sure she's not overstepping what a pet bird is allowed to do without explicit permission, draws his cock out and gives it a gentle stroke.]
[Louis allows every movement she makes. Why wouldn't he? She's his pet. It's expected that she takes care of the laborious parts for him, isn't it? (Is taking out his own cock and stroking it to get hard really "laborious" though...)]
Mm... you really are so precious. So lovely. I'll make sure you'll feel every bit of love that I can.
You deserve it, after all. Being such a good girl for me. My good girl.
[It feels good to hear him say that. She knows he means it, after all. He wouldn't keep her like this if he didn't think she was precious and lovely and good. And he knows her better than anyone, so she is precious and lovely and good.
Once he's hard, she wraps her lips around the head of his cock and hums. The sound is obviously muffled, but the vibrations it sends are clear and strong.]
[That hum is exactly what he was looking for - his hand gently grips against her hair, nails pressed against her scalp for just a second, as if threatening to dig in... and then he loosens it again, petting her gently.]
So good, aren't you...? More - Take more of me. I want to feel you hum around all of me.
[It is a little difficult to work her way down his dick without stopping humming - the mouth really only wants to focus on one of those at a time - but a songbird must be singing until their owner is satisfied and not break even once.
She takes more of his cock in her mouth, until he passes into her throat and can feel the humming even more strongly.]
Yesss... just like that. Exactly like that - my talented little bird...!
[Already, a flush has started to crawl its way up his neck and across his face, nails carding through her hair with so much love and affection. He does kind of worry about being able to stay standing like this, with her pleasuring him as effortlessly as always - but for her (and for his image as the Cool Composed Master), he'll do his best.
But that does mean no throatfucking. Unfortunately for them both.]
Take care of me, won't you? I want to fill my pretty little bird in every hole she has - You know I can give you as much as I want.
[She’s such a talented, devoted bird. She bobs her head as best she’s able to, split focus between her movements and her humming, doing her absolute best to please her master.
She wants to receive his love, so she has to draw it out of him like this. It’s just what a good bird does.]
[It's what his good bird does. Already, she's got him moaning with how readily she takes to his cock - he has to reach out to steady himself, gripping bars of the cage and leaning over her to make sure he stays upright... but one of his hands remain right where it was, sitting upon her head to gently play with her hair.
He's the only one who would ever be this gentle with her, after all. Isn't he? As her master.]
My sweet little bird... my sweet Evangeline. You... really are so good...!
[The only master that would ever love her, no less - something he's surely told her plenty of times by now. Why wouldn't he? It's not as if he'd lie to her...
But it's clear she's finally truly getting to him, with him muttering a quiet "fuck...!" under his breath as she pushes herself so hard for his sake - he has to stop himself from jerking his hips against her, chasing the heat of her throat with every bob of her head.
As much as he'd like to grab her hair and go for it... no. He's the gentle, loving master. The one who adores her most, more than anyone else ever could - He's going to be soft with her. As soft as he can.
...
Though, there's a creak as the bars bend in his hands. He doesn't even notice.]
[Her poor master. It’s hard not to notice what a state she’s put him in. And he’s so careful not to hurt her, he truly is too kind…
All she can do to make up for it is to move her head even faster, hum more intensely, try everything she can to push him over the edge so that he can let go. Her wings fold gently around him in an embrace.]
[Such a sweet embrace it is, too; warm and soft, as any well groomed bird should be. It really won't be long until he makes it to that edge, mouth hanging open as he grips the bars of her cage...
And soon enough he's pressed himself flush against her, groaning low in his throat as he gives her every bit of his magic that he can.
... Yet, even still, that hand in her hair is so careful. So cautious. The last thing he'd want to do is hurt his beautiful pet. The one he loves so dearly as to keep her locked away, for him and him alone.]
[She swallows his magic gratefully. As always, arcane visions appear in her sight, but she ignores them for her master, who is the only thing that is real and true.
She pulls back only fractionally, licking any stray drops off of him.]
[She sits on the floor, resting against a soft silk cushion appropriate for a pet of her beauty. Her wings curl gracefully around her, but not close enough to obscure his vision of her. She must always be beautiful whenever he wishes to look at her, after all.
[Honestly? Being completely honest? He broke character just to say that.
Would "master" Louis have said that regardless? Sure! But he looked at her, really looked at her, and felt he immediately had to say it. Not from "master" to "caged pet", but from Louis to Evangeline.
It's followed up, though, with him kneeling down in front of her - one hand settling on either knee to push them open for him. And he starts to lower himself, looking up at her to make it clear what he's planning on doing, here.]
Sing for me. We'll see how long you can go without dropping a note.
[Has she ever been eaten out while singing? No? First time for everything!]
[It’s a choice that doesn’t make any sense for the characters they’re playing. But for Louis and Evangeline, ‘devour me because I love you’ seems more fitting than anything else she could have chosen.
[How'll he react? Mostly by looking up at her when he processes the words she's singing, eyebrows by his hairline and eyes wide...
But it's also slowly paired with one of his strange, twitchy grins - the kind he gets when he's thinking things - before he delves right in. Wrapping his arms around her thighs and running his tongue over her folds with an almost restless energy, nails already digging against her skin as his hands grip her legs.
If she's gonna sing to him about being eaten - about wanting to be eaten - then who is he to say no?]
[Well, it clearly wasn’t a mood killer, so there’s that at least.
Evangeline has not, in fact, been eaten out while singing before. Her voice quakes on note after note, and she has to take too deep breaths that break the rhythm, but she keeps singing. Considering the enthusiasm he’s going at her with, she’d say she’s doing pretty well!
She does tangle her fingers in his hair near desperately, though.]
so incredibly normal using icons like this for a smut thread, huh.
[Fingers tangle in his hair, and he takes it as a sign to go even further - pulling her hips up as he moves forward, his enhanced strength as a Grim Reaper (though tiring) helping him to lift her away from the floor of the cage with ease. All so he can delve in even more, tongue working its way inside her as he focuses hard on the words she sings.
... He'd also say she's doing well, of course. But his mouth's unfortunately busy, so she'll have to take the near desperation from him as praise, here.]
[So much. His tongue, the desperation with which he devours her, the ease that he lifts her just so he can get in a fraction deeper-
She can’t hold back her moans, and they litter the lyrics, sounding filthy to her own ears as she asks - begs him to consume her. But as debauched as she sounds, she is still singing. Her fingers clench as tight as she can manage, and her entire body shudders. Her wings flap with frantic energy.]
going from eating her (negative) to eating her (sexual)
[This - this is exactly the kind of thing he can foresee himself getting addicted to. Hearing her moan like this, smearing the lyrics just thanks to the work of his tongue... just his tongue! The thought of that alone is exciting enough for him!
But... as much as he'd like to get her off like this, he'd like to actually fuck her properly, too. And, sure, he could get her off and use her for himself afterward - which, he's deciding, is a fun idea for the future - he'd rather try and get both of them off together. What else would a loving master do, after all?
So, reluctantly... it all slows down until he stops altogether, chest heaving as he pulls away, swallowing hard as he pulls her again so she's flat on her back... and he can move to line his hips up with hers, bringing a hand up to sit on the pillows beside her head and pin her in.]
... Tell me. Tell me how much you want your master.
eating her (sexual) or eating her (literal, positive?)
[Fuck. She pants for breath, aware this is only a momentary reprieve, and looks up at him with a flush to match her feathers.]
I love you, Master. I can’t live without you.
[The first she could say normally, albeit not to Louis. The second is only something she lets herself even think now, just for pretend. But it feels exhilarating to say.]
Please take me. I want to sing for you as you take me.
... He knows she's saying that in character. He knows she is. And he plans to answer in kind - in character, his theatrical roots showing. But... part of it still stings somewhere in his chest, wanting to be someone others can say that to in earnest.
His grip on her thigh tightens, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance and threatening to push inside of her -]
This... is why I have you caged, you know. You really can't live without me -
[- Only for him to do so hard and fast in one, quick shove up to his hips. Letting out a low, breathy moan from somewhere in his chest from the heat and tightness of it all. His pretty little bird, wrapped around him so nice and tight...]
... And I won't let you have a chance to learn that for yourself.
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I would be so happy to receive your love, Master.
[She unbuttons his pants and, with frequent glances upward to make sure she's not overstepping what a pet bird is allowed to do without explicit permission, draws his cock out and gives it a gentle stroke.]
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She's his pet. It's expected that she takes care of the laborious parts for him, isn't it?
(Is taking out his own cock and stroking it to get hard really "laborious" though...)]
Mm... you really are so precious. So lovely.
I'll make sure you'll feel every bit of love that I can.
You deserve it, after all. Being such a good girl for me.
My good girl.
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Once he's hard, she wraps her lips around the head of his cock and hums. The sound is obviously muffled, but the vibrations it sends are clear and strong.]
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So good, aren't you...? More -
Take more of me. I want to feel you hum around all of me.
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She takes more of his cock in her mouth, until he passes into her throat and can feel the humming even more strongly.]
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[Already, a flush has started to crawl its way up his neck and across his face, nails carding through her hair with so much love and affection.
He does kind of worry about being able to stay standing like this, with her pleasuring him as effortlessly as always - but for her (and for his image as the Cool Composed Master), he'll do his best.
But that does mean no throatfucking. Unfortunately for them both.]
Take care of me, won't you? I want to fill my pretty little bird in every hole she has -
You know I can give you as much as I want.
[As much as he wants.]
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She wants to receive his love, so she has to draw it out of him like this. It’s just what a good bird does.]
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Already, she's got him moaning with how readily she takes to his cock - he has to reach out to steady himself, gripping bars of the cage and leaning over her to make sure he stays upright... but one of his hands remain right where it was, sitting upon her head to gently play with her hair.
He's the only one who would ever be this gentle with her, after all. Isn't he?
As her master.]
My sweet little bird... my sweet Evangeline.
You... really are so good...!
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He’s her master. The only master she will ever have. This praise from him is the greatest joy in her life.]
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Why wouldn't he? It's not as if he'd lie to her...
But it's clear she's finally truly getting to him, with him muttering a quiet "fuck...!" under his breath as she pushes herself so hard for his sake - he has to stop himself from jerking his hips against her, chasing the heat of her throat with every bob of her head.
As much as he'd like to grab her hair and go for it... no. He's the gentle, loving master. The one who adores her most, more than anyone else ever could -
He's going to be soft with her. As soft as he can.
...
Though, there's a creak as the bars bend in his hands. He doesn't even notice.]
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All she can do to make up for it is to move her head even faster, hum more intensely, try everything she can to push him over the edge so that he can let go. Her wings fold gently around him in an embrace.]
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And soon enough he's pressed himself flush against her, groaning low in his throat as he gives her every bit of his magic that he can.
... Yet, even still, that hand in her hair is so careful. So cautious.
The last thing he'd want to do is hurt his beautiful pet. The one he loves so dearly as to keep her locked away, for him and him alone.]
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She pulls back only fractionally, licking any stray drops off of him.]
Thank you, Master.
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What good would an untrained bird be?
[He's a bit breathless as he talks, of course, but it's matched with him so sweetly brushing hair out of her face.
Cupping her cheek and everything.]
... Sit back for me. I have plenty more of my love to give you.
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She waits patiently.]
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[Honestly?
Being completely honest?
He broke character just to say that.
Would "master" Louis have said that regardless? Sure! But he looked at her, really looked at her, and felt he immediately had to say it.
Not from "master" to "caged pet", but from Louis to Evangeline.
It's followed up, though, with him kneeling down in front of her - one hand settling on either knee to push them open for him.
And he starts to lower himself, looking up at her to make it clear what he's planning on doing, here.]
Sing for me. We'll see how long you can go without dropping a note.
[Has she ever been eaten out while singing? No?
First time for everything!]
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She nods. (Obviously she’s not wearing underwear, they would just get in her master’s way.) She takes a breath.]
Eat me up, swallow me alive…
[It’s a choice that doesn’t make any sense for the characters they’re playing. But for Louis and Evangeline, ‘devour me because I love you’ seems more fitting than anything else she could have chosen.
…She’s not entirely sure how he’ll react.]
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[How'll he react? Mostly by looking up at her when he processes the words she's singing, eyebrows by his hairline and eyes wide...
But it's also slowly paired with one of his strange, twitchy grins - the kind he gets when he's thinking things - before he delves right in.
Wrapping his arms around her thighs and running his tongue over her folds with an almost restless energy, nails already digging against her skin as his hands grip her legs.
If she's gonna sing to him about being eaten - about wanting to be eaten - then who is he to say no?]
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Evangeline has not, in fact, been eaten out while singing before. Her voice quakes on note after note, and she has to take too deep breaths that break the rhythm, but she keeps singing. Considering the enthusiasm he’s going at her with, she’d say she’s doing pretty well!
She does tangle her fingers in his hair near desperately, though.]
so incredibly normal using icons like this for a smut thread, huh.
All so he can delve in even more, tongue working its way inside her as he focuses hard on the words she sings.
... He'd also say she's doing well, of course. But his mouth's unfortunately busy, so she'll have to take the near desperation from him as praise, here.]
Yeah that seems appropriate
She can’t hold back her moans, and they litter the lyrics, sounding filthy to her own ears as she asks - begs him to consume her. But as debauched as she sounds, she is still singing. Her fingers clench as tight as she can manage, and her entire body shudders. Her wings flap with frantic energy.]
going from eating her (negative) to eating her (sexual)
The thought of that alone is exciting enough for him!
But... as much as he'd like to get her off like this, he'd like to actually fuck her properly, too. And, sure, he could get her off and use her for himself afterward - which, he's deciding, is a fun idea for the future - he'd rather try and get both of them off together.
What else would a loving master do, after all?
So, reluctantly... it all slows down until he stops altogether, chest heaving as he pulls away, swallowing hard as he pulls her again so she's flat on her back... and he can move to line his hips up with hers, bringing a hand up to sit on the pillows beside her head and pin her in.]
... Tell me. Tell me how much you want your master.
eating her (sexual) or eating her (literal, positive?)
I love you, Master. I can’t live without you.
[The first she could say normally, albeit not to Louis. The second is only something she lets herself even think now, just for pretend. But it feels exhilarating to say.]
Please take me. I want to sing for you as you take me.
eating her (CR net gain?)
... He knows she's saying that in character. He knows she is. And he plans to answer in kind - in character, his theatrical roots showing.
But... part of it still stings somewhere in his chest, wanting to be someone others can say that to in earnest.
His grip on her thigh tightens, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance and threatening to push inside of her -]
This... is why I have you caged, you know. You really can't live without me -
[- Only for him to do so hard and fast in one, quick shove up to his hips. Letting out a low, breathy moan from somewhere in his chest from the heat and tightness of it all.
His pretty little bird, wrapped around him so nice and tight...]
... And I won't let you have a chance to learn that for yourself.
eating her (as a source of character development)
[He always feels so good inside her, every time. She feels her body squeeze tight around him, welcoming its true owner.
She inhales. Exhales. She is a songbird, her master’s precious songbird, and so she must sing.
Evangeline picks up where she left off, knowing that he’s going to move within her immediately.]
eating her (for the greater good (calling her a friend))
eating her (as a friend)
eating her out (as a friend)
folding her in half (as a pal)
filling her up (as a buddy)
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puts this in ur hands
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do we wanna wrap this up
tbh we can just say they took a nap afterward and call it good yeah LKMLKJ