“Well, [pc.name], you’ve done it,” she says as she works her way up your body, round and round your form. “You’ve got me interested.”
Unlike every time up until now, whenever she did this, her grip was ironclad: you couldn’t move a muscle, and if she squeezed just a little harder, she could crush every bone in your body. This time, though, her grip is loose enough that you have reasonable movement in your arms and legs, capable of bending at the knees and elbows, and your breathing is totally unrestricted. Hell, you could probably pull yourself out and leave, if you wanted.
By the time she’s done coiling herself around your body, she’s still ‘taller’ than you by a head and shoulders, but she rests her elbows on her own tail and her chin on both her upturned hands. “Normally, if all you’re after is an easy nut, then, whatever,” she says as her tongue flicks out, tasting the air between your face and hers, close enough to your nose that you can feel the moisture on it. “Gods know it’s some of the easiest action I’ve ever gotten. But this time? Nah. Not interested.”
[pc.isBimbo|Not sex? That’s literally a first with Raizel. But you’re not against it: talking is <b>like</b> foreplay, if you’re both on the same wavelength and know what to say and what not to say. Talking is fun! Sometimes you’re bad at it, sometimes you go on for too long, and <b>sometimes</b>, you’re bad at it. Hopefully she’s okay with that.|You ask her what it is she’d like to do this time, then, if not sex. Inwardly, you thank the opportunity to visit her without your ribs pressing into your lungs.]
She studies you for another moment, her eyes boring holes into yours as she searches you for something. Something she can’t find, but that doesn’t make her angry: it makes her intrigued. “Well, you’re a person, ain’t ya?” she asks, her mouth curling wryly. “A person with thoughts and opinions and memories and shit. If I’m not gonna pick your ass with my dick, then we might as well pick each other’s brains. With our words, and stuff.”