HOTEL LEX - FLOOR 5 (12/?) (Patreon)

You let this feeling wash over you, your plushie head pounding with heat as you lean forward into Emmett.

He doesn't back away; instead, he maintains his gaze on you. You touch lips; fireworks erupt. Your eyes flutter and you clutch his hips tightly. He lets out a soft moan before returning the act by pulling your head into his. You catch moments of breath between both your hot and heavy huffing. Somewhere along the line, your hand finds its way under his shirt and you stroke his chest tenderly. You notice he smells like... blueberries. Has he always smelled this way? You lick your lips and you push him down onto a pillow before landing on top of him with a soft pfft. Every inch of your fabric rubbing against him sends shockwaves of pleasure through you and you let out a whimper. You peer down at him and his eyes are half closed and slightly rolled upwards. Since Emmett was turned into a doll, you weren't sure if he had a similar experience you did with Mother. But as you think this, Emmett holds a paw up to your cheek and seemingly reads your mind.

"The way you squeezed me and held me when I was a doll... P-please do it again..." he says, his voice nervous to be asking for such a request.

Your heart skips a beat and you immediately press your body against his and wrap your arms around his waist and squeeze. He yelps from the initial contact but his voice trails off into breathy whining. You find yourself already grinding crotch against crotch with your tongue out as your mouth hangs open. You can't help yourself from indulging in this feeling. The heat builds and every movement feels fluid. You want to melt into him, find a way to be in him.

Thoughts loop in your head; you want to hold him, snuggle him, cuddle him. Everything a plushie was made to do and more. You want to hold him as much as you want to be held. You want to make him happy; he wants to make you happy.

He stops your hand and softly caresses you. He looks up with his glasses askew and out of breath. He doesn't say anything but you can feel what he wants to do. He props himself up and pushes you onto your back. You squeal as you land on a blanket and gasp in surprise at his dominance. He licks his lips as he smiles seductively. He slides his large paw up the inside of your thigh and brushes gingerly over your crotch. You shudder in delight.

"I can make decisions too, you know?" He says in a low, sultry voice and you gulp in excitement.

He presses his fluffy paw against your crotch and begins to massage it back and forth. You quiver from the pleasure and arch your back to thrust your hips into his hand.

"Nuh-uh-uh!" your captor says as he holds his paw firm. You submit quickly with a cute whine, wanting to return to what wonders this body can feel. "Be a good boy for me..." his stutter disappearing as so do your defiance to his words.

You relax your hips as best you can, then he continues to rub you tenderly. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as each sift of fleece against fleece feels like edging. Had you a cock to release such lust, you would've done so long ago. But the constant edging and buildup leaves you a drooling mess with not an ounce of fight left in you. Your voice gradually ascends in pitch and by the end of it, you're a blubbering mess unable to do anything but react to his every stroke. Someone else is taking the reins and you couldn't be happier for it.

"I'm not through with you!" he exclaims excitedly before crossing a leg over your hips and straddling you. You cover your face with both hands as he sinks his hips into yours. He wiggles his behind and you reciprocate by grinding heavily against his tail. The view is heavenly: Emmett panting with his hands pressed against your chest and his large, plush thighs spread apart over your hips and that behind... Emmett pants, needing more stimulation than just null crotch on null hole so he flips 180 and pushes his tail into your face. Blueberries dance dizzyingly around your head as you oblige. He squirms as you work your tongue against his thick cheeks. He keels over almost immediately and suffocates you with his full weight. Though you lack the need to breathe as a plushie, each struggle for air sends your head spinning. He shakes his ass left and right and takes your head with him. You grab onto the inside of his thighs and press hard with your tongue.

"P-Percy! O-Oh, oh my God!"

His words only encourage you and push deeper and deeper. Every fiber and thread in your body comes together for one purpose: to send your partner into orgasmic shock. Emmett tries to adjust into a more comfortable position but you hold his hips tight with your snout glued into his sweet spot. You feel him rubbing his crotch furiously in attempt to obtain some sort of outlet for this pent-up pleasure. His plush brain starts to malfunction, and his body goes limp. You give his tail one last kiss before you let go and he rolls off you, panting hard. You catch your breath and wipe your mouth before peering over at him; his ears are askew and his eyes are spiraling. His neck is within bite's reach...

> Pull him in for a tight cuddle.> Pull him in to bite down.

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Now this is what I call 'indulgence.'