Jumping in the Deep End

[BlackAkuma]

Keith was starting to lose feeling in his legs. Was that normal? He very much hoped it was normal. It was a little hard to say, because he’d never had a woman on top of him using her mammoth things to try and split him apart in the middle.

While it was true that this probably wasn’t as bad as being dissected by her legs, this hold was definitely starting to wear on him over time. He’d always wondered why people would ever tap to a move like this, didn’t seem that effective, but now that he was in it, he could see the problem. He had no leverage, no ground throw a punch, and it would’ve been hell to reach the ropes if there were ropes to reach. Even if you got out of thing, running would be a pain for minutes to come, and there was always the chance that she could mix it up with a breast smother or something like that.

So it was a good thing, then, that Tris seemed to go along with his request to spice things up. Reluctantly, but she did do it.

On her own time. Fuck.

”Mmm.” Keith repeated her own noise back, though his version was much closer to a grumbling that a mildly disapproving hum. He had a feeling he knew was coming in those thirty seconds, and while she didn’t pour on the pressure quite as bad as she could have, he was sure, the effects still had him groaning and writhing and clenching.

Thirty seconds. Half a minute. Crazy how that could feel so long. His hands came to her legs without even thinking, reflexively looking for something to hold onto, even if it was the source of his problems.

Keith took a few quick, deep breaths and started soldiering through it, all while he looked up her way with a withering stare. ”You’re just a little evil, you know that? It crazy how you pull it off.”

[Liesmith]

For the record, if Tris was trying to make Keith do the splits… Well, he wouldn’t be pretending, he’d be tapping like fury because she could wrench his legs a whole lot wider than this.

The redhead threw a glance back, enjoying the view as much as any of her new fans. Just seeing how her legs dwarfed his gave her a tiny bit of a kick here.

But her gaze snapped back to Keith’s face, the blond clearly not enjoying things as much as she was. Oh well, Tris’d cry him a river some other time. Meantime, he got a sweet-as-sugar smile and a slight shrug-roll of her shoulder.

“Oh, it’s all just part of my charm,” she offered, only to pause. Look back, her expression barely flickering as she took in precisely where Keith’s hands had gone.

Huh. Well, now that was giving her ideas…

“Why, Mister Fox,” Tris mock-widened her eyes, doing her best to look thoroughly offended, “And on our first date too! Here I thought you were a gentleman.”

She tilted her head like a cat eyeing a particularly interesting bird, smiling a smile her friends always found thoroughly unnerving. Particularly when combined with that soft, mild tone.

“Do you know what I do to people who touch me without asking nicely?”

There was a pause, as she let that sink in before-

“So I guess you’d better make the most of it.”

As she spoke, the Brit bombshell’s hands were leaving Keith’s shoulders, Tris maintaining her position with just the muscles of her core. Indeed, she actually deepened the arch of her back as she reached back, going to grab the blond podcaster’s own hands.

Once she’d got them, Tris would start rubbing them in slow circles, letting Keith feel her anaconda legs – not just how smooth they were or how strong, but just how little of her thick thighs’ girth his hands were actually covering.

Her smile widened, her icy blue eyes staring straight into his seemingly without blinking.

Then she moved upwards, forcing his hands to explore her wide hips and the swell of her immense glutes – the redhead playfully flexing her ass under his grip as she continued the enforced tour.

And yes, the thirty seconds was definitely over. Hardly her fault if Big Ears wasn’t keeping his end up.

[BlackAkuma]

Charm. Right.

Keith could admit that Tris certainly had a way about her. He could safely say he’d never met a woman quite like her before, but the jury was still out on whether or not that was a good thing or not. He was frankly unsure if the world was ready for two Scyllas.

He’d been so wrapped up in the moment that he frankly wasn’t paying all that much attention to where his hand had gone, but judging by the look on her face, Tris certainly had. Was that trouble in her eyes? Definitely. The good kind or the bad kind? Verdict was still out on that one ”You let them go and give their legs a massage?”

Worth a shot. But no.

What Tris actually had in mind, though, wasn’t exactly as bad as his worrying mind had fear. She didn’t let her go, still held the hold tight, but he was taken aback as she seized his hands and took them on a tour, letting them travel along her thunderous legs. He knew how strong they were, he had more than enough evidence to tell him that, but it was such a far cry actually feeling that in his hands. His brain couldn’t seem to process it properly. At a distance, her legs didn't seem so bad - thick, sure, but in that curvy sort of way that you would see on a pinup model, alluring and tempting. But as his hands moved here and there and here again, he could feel the deceptive power swelling underneath. It was like hiding a tank shell with a blanket. She kept going higher, too. And higher. And higher…

Certainly biological reactions totally beyond his control were happening, and his expressions were running the gamut as he stared back up at Tris. A little panic. A little fear. A little curiosity. A little intrigue. A little…

”Uh, times up.” The intern meekly butted in, as he hurriedly wiped his phone clear of the rain. ”They say you can let him up now.”