Hahahaha...can you? Bold words, but I'm afraid you'll lose count of how many times you'll cum for me tonight.
[He chuckles, an amused mischievous sound as her body begins to succumb to his will. But Yoimiya has proven to him to be far tougher than she looks, despite her delicious moans that might suggest otherwise right now. Tartaglia's hand slides up to rest on the upper part of her groin, his hand emanating a soft blue glow over it, his riptide mark manifesting there. Satisfied, both hands cup her breasts to grope and massage them slowly, pulling her closer into him to let his manhood press into her back.]
Just relax, Yoimiya. The more you allow yourself to indulge in your every desire, the better my mark can serve your needs. And the better I can serve your needs, too.
[Two fingers push against her jawline to turn her head towards him, capturing her lips with his own in an open-mouthed kiss, intense and greedy. And as Yoimiya's pleasure builds, so will the fervor and pressure of the water against her. The speed and intensity of its movement seems to match what she's feeling and will feed her more and more as it grows, as this has been his plan the whole time, the purpose of his mark upon her body.
Tartaglia loves how she fights, it's one of the most charming things he finds about her, one that he appreciates more than he could express. Pushing her to her edge, letting her set a new horizon to her own limits is an honor to him, even when it comes to something as non-combat related as sex is.
Breaking the kiss, he chuckles again as he reaches over to grab the Fire-Water, taking a swig and offering her the bottle.]
Think you can handle some more? Or have I incapacitated you already?
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[He chuckles, an amused mischievous sound as her body begins to succumb to his will. But Yoimiya has proven to him to be far tougher than she looks, despite her delicious moans that might suggest otherwise right now. Tartaglia's hand slides up to rest on the upper part of her groin, his hand emanating a soft blue glow over it, his riptide mark manifesting there. Satisfied, both hands cup her breasts to grope and massage them slowly, pulling her closer into him to let his manhood press into her back.]
Just relax, Yoimiya. The more you allow yourself to indulge in your every desire, the better my mark can serve your needs. And the better I can serve your needs, too.
[Two fingers push against her jawline to turn her head towards him, capturing her lips with his own in an open-mouthed kiss, intense and greedy. And as Yoimiya's pleasure builds, so will the fervor and pressure of the water against her. The speed and intensity of its movement seems to match what she's feeling and will feed her more and more as it grows, as this has been his plan the whole time, the purpose of his mark upon her body.
Tartaglia loves how she fights, it's one of the most charming things he finds about her, one that he appreciates more than he could express. Pushing her to her edge, letting her set a new horizon to her own limits is an honor to him, even when it comes to something as non-combat related as sex is.
Breaking the kiss, he chuckles again as he reaches over to grab the Fire-Water, taking a swig and offering her the bottle.]
Think you can handle some more? Or have I incapacitated you already?