[Tartaglia lets his hands dig a little into her hips, pressing his fingers into the soft skin there as he's pulled into another kiss. He knew that harness was going to earn its keep, a jolt of excitement firing up his spine when she takes control of him for that brief moment. Yoimiya continues to prove how attractive and sexy she is, living off of her words of praise and getting consumed by her taunts even though he's gotten her to release for him twice already. It's bold, and he loves it, and he's going to make her live up to those words while enjoying every second of this little spar they're having in the bath.
Even that look she gives him eggs him on, feeling something inside of him come to life, the feeling akin to finding a worthy opponent to fight in a battle to the death. Except now, it was Yoimiya, the object of all his affections, his young heart swearing he'll do anything for her as long as he lived.]
I wouldn't have it any other way, Yoimiya.
[Another hitched breath as he sinks into her once more, her sex leading him down the path to utter madness with every thrust.]
Let's see how you handle this.
[It's so unbelievably hard to concentrate, but his determination sets in over any loss of control he's suffered thus far. Water seems to swirl around Yoimiya at his command, supporting her and lifting her in the water as currents give Tartaglia the means to slowly move backwards towards the center of the bath. Unfortunately, he'll have to stop his thrusting briefly- but that's where the water and his mark come in, making sure to continue to stimulate Yoimiya while they glide through the water backwards.
The Harbinger makes sure to angle his love so that her body has now submerged completely under the water save for her neck and head, almost as if she were lying down on a bed made of the water itself. But he doesn't stop there, his focus now on manipulating the water around her breasts, letting it massage them and roll her nipples for him while his hands continue to knead into her hips.]
Let me know how this feels, will you?
[Now that he has her in a better position, he continues his own thrusts and begins to chase after his own climax. Unrestrained groans and whines increase in volume as he rolls his hips against her own, until the sight of his beloved quivering beneath him coupled with the building fire in his core causes him to finally lose himself. Yoimiya's name is a chant that he can't stop, now that she's become the fog that clouds his brain and takes control of all of his senses. She's all he can think about, the crashing waves of the pleasure she brings him overpower him finally and he lets out a keen as he releases himself with a shudder, reaching that high he's craved for since they arrived at the hot spring.
Tartaglia thrusts a few last times into her, slow and tired as he bends over to support her back as he pulls out, the sensation biting into him from how sensitive he was, completely breathless.]
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Even that look she gives him eggs him on, feeling something inside of him come to life, the feeling akin to finding a worthy opponent to fight in a battle to the death. Except now, it was Yoimiya, the object of all his affections, his young heart swearing he'll do anything for her as long as he lived.]
I wouldn't have it any other way, Yoimiya.
[Another hitched breath as he sinks into her once more, her sex leading him down the path to utter madness with every thrust.]
Let's see how you handle this.
[It's so unbelievably hard to concentrate, but his determination sets in over any loss of control he's suffered thus far. Water seems to swirl around Yoimiya at his command, supporting her and lifting her in the water as currents give Tartaglia the means to slowly move backwards towards the center of the bath. Unfortunately, he'll have to stop his thrusting briefly- but that's where the water and his mark come in, making sure to continue to stimulate Yoimiya while they glide through the water backwards.
The Harbinger makes sure to angle his love so that her body has now submerged completely under the water save for her neck and head, almost as if she were lying down on a bed made of the water itself. But he doesn't stop there, his focus now on manipulating the water around her breasts, letting it massage them and roll her nipples for him while his hands continue to knead into her hips.]
Let me know how this feels, will you?
[Now that he has her in a better position, he continues his own thrusts and begins to chase after his own climax. Unrestrained groans and whines increase in volume as he rolls his hips against her own, until the sight of his beloved quivering beneath him coupled with the building fire in his core causes him to finally lose himself. Yoimiya's name is a chant that he can't stop, now that she's become the fog that clouds his brain and takes control of all of his senses. She's all he can think about, the crashing waves of the pleasure she brings him overpower him finally and he lets out a keen as he releases himself with a shudder, reaching that high he's craved for since they arrived at the hot spring.
Tartaglia thrusts a few last times into her, slow and tired as he bends over to support her back as he pulls out, the sensation biting into him from how sensitive he was, completely breathless.]
Yoimiya...ahhhh...that was incredible.