His breath faltered when she squeezed her legs, the movement doing some extremely interesting things from the inside. It was probably the best encouragement she could offer, ballgag and all, and he took to it without hesitation, the constant stream of energy from his ADHD keeping him going. He wanted to keep that feeling going, and the most obvious way was to start moving, so move he did. It's not smooth, not exactly easy, and maybe the first time he pulls back a little too far and has to reposition and start again, but it's not... bad, at least not for him.
Maya hoped that Stiles didn't take this as a blow against his activities, because his efforts, while a bit rough and erratic, were doing the job. But she was far more aware of what she liked than he was. So she moved one hand between them and started to play with herself. Just... to add to the event.
Maya's motions were far less erratic, she stretched and arched into the various pleasures in single fluid motions. Lost in the enjoyment of the activity, moaning into her gag. The motions of her stretching pushing her into his thrusts, but their timing isn't quite synced up.
He noticed it, but wasn't offended - more curious than anything. Stiles almost stopped to experiment with it, and his hand had wandered close before he could think to stop it, but he reminded himself what they’re doing here and kept moving instead.
Definitely a worthy sacrifice, if you ask him, because god, it felt great. Maya clearly knew what she was doing - not that he'd thought she wouldn't or anything, with the stories she'd told them about. It was obvious from them, and... maybe from the way she acted with him, that she wasn't exactly the Virgin Mary anyway, some innocent blushing girl who hadn't even had a Sex Ed class. They weren't exactly moving together, just a beat or so off, but even so, she knew exactly the way to move to make him groan, and surprisingly, Stiles found that he loved it.
At first Maya was a bit embarrassed about her sex life, just... having one and not dating someone felt wrong. But the more she worried, the more she realized that sex was her accidentally sprouting claws or howling at the moon or whatever creepy thing Lydia had going on. Sex was a part of who she was, so she opened up a bit more about it, then it became pretty clear people were uncomfortable about it and... she occasionally didn't speak about her activities as much.
Except to warn people which couch cushions were a bad idea until she cleaned up.
This was definitely different from her experiences due to her powers. This wasn't an accident, or a side-effect of her abilities. She wasn't worried about feathering up and being discovered as a monster (although most boys wouldn't care enough to stop if she did, they'd save their freak out to get out of cuddling). Also there were some moral issues that left her feeling guilty. It might not be 'making love' or whatever sappy thing Scott would McCall it, but it was closer to it than Maya usually got.
Maya's fingers moved delicately in spite of all the erratic energy that her hips had as she bucked. Pushing herself into his thrusts like she was in heat. Which... from the look in her eyes wasn't really inaccurate. She was looking to see if there was anything he desired, as her she tried to get to her favorite part of the sexual experience.
The more erratic she got, the more it fed into Stiles’ own hyperactive, spasmodic movements. He was the furthest thing from graceful, and it showed, but it was hard to care about that when she had him so keyed up. All of his attention was on her and how it felt, and the closer she got, the faster they moved, the harder it was to keep going. He didn’t want it to stop just yet, though Stiles could feel the pressure building to a tipping point already. If they kept on like this, he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.
Guess there actually was a downside to dating a supernatural sex bird lady.
Maya was not the type, anymore, to worry about who finished first. Usually the men she was with did, and it didn't bother her, she just took it as a commentary on how effective she was. That and she's a monster who feels other peoples sexual arousal, so even if it wasn't her own orgasm, she did get pleasure out of it. While Stiles was lacking in grace, and his face was something she'd laugh at if she wasn't quite so preoccupied with both their pleasure, it didn't really detract from the moment. She opened her eyes enough to urge him to finish, since talking was still not really an option.
Not that she wanted them to be done, but the orgasms are pretty much the best part of this. Or maybe the tired lazy cuddling? Or the round two that happened after that? There were a lot of best parts. Maya's fingers moved faster over her clit as she waited for the sudden rush of feelings when Stiles finished. Her other hand played with her chest to give him a show, you know, if he can still see straight.
Stiles opened his eyes just in time to meet hers, with that odd, faint glow they got when there was lust in the air. There was plenty of it, enough that he could barely form the words he thought he would say during a moment like this, but it didn’t really matter, anyway. All that those nights, thinking them over and wondering what it would feel like? They paled in comparison.
Seeing her play with her breast, he immediately decided to claim the other with his own hand, giving her nipple a slight tweak to see if that’ll do her any good. At that point, however, feeling her in his hand as well as having her legs around his waist was a lot to process at once, enough that he couldn’t hold it back any longer and it hit him like a train, sudden and unexpected and fast. It sapped the rest of his energy - although, hyper as Stiles is, he’ll gain it back in no time - so there wasn’t much else he could do but flop down on the bed beside Maya and try to catch his breath before he can even think to check and make sure she got hers, too.
She rode through the rush of his climax into her own, mostly spurred on by the little empathic connection she always made in her trysts. Fingers moving over herself to keep the stimulation, Stiles being drained and tired was something she'd never really seen from him. It was cute.
Her hand worked the strap on her gag and let that fall loose enough to hang around her neck. Her lips moving very quickly to nibble on Stiles's neck as he caught his breath, she was grinning through the biting. Once she was completely pleased with how that worked, "Fun little distraction? And now you know for sure you wanted it because I didn't even sing a little bit of a song."
Although she considered doing that now to get him back to full energy, but that sorta thing is dangerous on mere humans.
He was still trying to catch his breath, slowly succeeding, when she nuzzled his neck - and bit him. The natural response was to jerk away in surprise, but not far enough that Maya couldn’t still reach him, if she wanted to. The look he gave her was skeptical as he asked in muttered breathes, “What are you, a black widow? Gonna eat me now - is that how you sirens work?”
Not that Stiles hated it. That was the problem with these sex demons - they came after you, tried to kill you, and made you beg for it.
Maya wouldn’t do that to him. And if she did, Scott might have something to say about it, as chivalrous as that guy was. She knew better than to risk it; Stiles was pretty sure of that much, at least.
“It was alright,” he admitted finally. Understatement of the year.
She batted him harmlessly, "I have been a good little bird and kept a ballgag in so you would feel comfortable, when the entire time I wanted to kiss, bite, and suck various pieces of your anatomy. I also wanted to make a lot of very happy pleased moaning noises. Also that isn't how sirens work, not... well, not the good kind."
She didn't mention that the kind that did eat people would have taken a knife to his gut and started eating his entrails by now. But that's hardly a... you know, post-coital topic to go with. Sirens like Maya that wanted very much to be human just enjoyed the rush that was human emotions, there was some really neat science explanation for how it helped replace certain... science word things that sirens didn't do normally, but humans did. Kinda like a way to unlock the digestive process or something.
She cuddled into his chest and smiled, "You're a bad liar." Because she just fed off of how very much he enjoyed that. She needed to put clothes back on and get a snack. Also he needed to get back to work. but now was when cuddling happened.
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Maya's motions were far less erratic, she stretched and arched into the various pleasures in single fluid motions. Lost in the enjoyment of the activity, moaning into her gag. The motions of her stretching pushing her into his thrusts, but their timing isn't quite synced up.
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Definitely a worthy sacrifice, if you ask him, because god, it felt great. Maya clearly knew what she was doing - not that he'd thought she wouldn't or anything, with the stories she'd told them about. It was obvious from them, and... maybe from the way she acted with him, that she wasn't exactly the Virgin Mary anyway, some innocent blushing girl who hadn't even had a Sex Ed class. They weren't exactly moving together, just a beat or so off, but even so, she knew exactly the way to move to make him groan, and surprisingly, Stiles found that he loved it.
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Except to warn people which couch cushions were a bad idea until she cleaned up.
This was definitely different from her experiences due to her powers. This wasn't an accident, or a side-effect of her abilities. She wasn't worried about feathering up and being discovered as a monster (although most boys wouldn't care enough to stop if she did, they'd save their freak out to get out of cuddling). Also there were some moral issues that left her feeling guilty. It might not be 'making love' or whatever sappy thing Scott would McCall it, but it was closer to it than Maya usually got.
Maya's fingers moved delicately in spite of all the erratic energy that her hips had as she bucked. Pushing herself into his thrusts like she was in heat. Which... from the look in her eyes wasn't really inaccurate. She was looking to see if there was anything he desired, as her she tried to get to her favorite part of the sexual experience.
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Guess there actually was a downside to dating a supernatural sex bird lady.
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Not that she wanted them to be done, but the orgasms are pretty much the best part of this. Or maybe the tired lazy cuddling? Or the round two that happened after that? There were a lot of best parts. Maya's fingers moved faster over her clit as she waited for the sudden rush of feelings when Stiles finished. Her other hand played with her chest to give him a show, you know, if he can still see straight.
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Seeing her play with her breast, he immediately decided to claim the other with his own hand, giving her nipple a slight tweak to see if that’ll do her any good. At that point, however, feeling her in his hand as well as having her legs around his waist was a lot to process at once, enough that he couldn’t hold it back any longer and it hit him like a train, sudden and unexpected and fast. It sapped the rest of his energy - although, hyper as Stiles is, he’ll gain it back in no time - so there wasn’t much else he could do but flop down on the bed beside Maya and try to catch his breath before he can even think to check and make sure she got hers, too.
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Her hand worked the strap on her gag and let that fall loose enough to hang around her neck. Her lips moving very quickly to nibble on Stiles's neck as he caught his breath, she was grinning through the biting. Once she was completely pleased with how that worked, "Fun little distraction? And now you know for sure you wanted it because I didn't even sing a little bit of a song."
Although she considered doing that now to get him back to full energy, but that sorta thing is dangerous on mere humans.
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Not that Stiles hated it. That was the problem with these sex demons - they came after you, tried to kill you, and made you beg for it.
Maya wouldn’t do that to him. And if she did, Scott might have something to say about it, as chivalrous as that guy was. She knew better than to risk it; Stiles was pretty sure of that much, at least.
“It was alright,” he admitted finally. Understatement of the year.
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She didn't mention that the kind that did eat people would have taken a knife to his gut and started eating his entrails by now. But that's hardly a... you know, post-coital topic to go with. Sirens like Maya that wanted very much to be human just enjoyed the rush that was human emotions, there was some really neat science explanation for how it helped replace certain... science word things that sirens didn't do normally, but humans did. Kinda like a way to unlock the digestive process or something.
She cuddled into his chest and smiled, "You're a bad liar." Because she just fed off of how very much he enjoyed that. She needed to put clothes back on and get a snack. Also he needed to get back to work. but now was when cuddling happened.