[The last bit of his sanity leaves him as she captures his lips, drinking all of Yoimiya in as she pleasures him, eyes rolling back until they close so the only thing he can focus on is her body interlocking with his own. Tartaglia kisses her back with a fervor that could rival his own bloodlust for combat, giving in completely to the ministrations she gives him. His hips continue to buck upwards into her, meeting her own thrusts to let himself sink completely into her with every motion, crying out in ecstasy when she finally breaks their kiss. Duty, battle, schemes- none of it matters to him now, fully under control of Yoimiya and her body.
His expression grows more and more desperate and needy for her as they continue, pleasure wracking his own body as she moans his name over and over, sending him into a frenzy to reach their climaxes. His hands grip tighter into her, eyes filled with love and lust as she builds him further and further up.]
Ngh, just like that Yoimiya, yes, that feels so good, don't stop, ah-!
[It's too much for him to take any longer, the tremble of her body as she comes being the trigger that ends his own fight. Her walls grip him so tightly as she comes down on him that the overpowering pleasure that surges through him causes Tartaglia to spill completely into her, his entire body shuddering with delight as his body moves on its own to finish the job. Slowly, there's a few last bucks from him, a sharp gasp that devolves into tired yet satisfied moans on his end.]
Yoimiya, archons, Yoimiya...
[His hands fall limply down from her, his breathing hard and his body weakening beneath her. Every nerve is on fire, but he couldn't move even if he wanted to, twitching at any movement from her. Everything is sensitive and his mind still feels as if he's lost in a fog, eyes closing to bask in the bliss that still lingers.
Tartaglia looks absolutely exhausted, lying defeated under Yoimiya. Not that he minds the loss.]
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His expression grows more and more desperate and needy for her as they continue, pleasure wracking his own body as she moans his name over and over, sending him into a frenzy to reach their climaxes. His hands grip tighter into her, eyes filled with love and lust as she builds him further and further up.]
Ngh, just like that Yoimiya, yes, that feels so good, don't stop, ah-!
[It's too much for him to take any longer, the tremble of her body as she comes being the trigger that ends his own fight. Her walls grip him so tightly as she comes down on him that the overpowering pleasure that surges through him causes Tartaglia to spill completely into her, his entire body shuddering with delight as his body moves on its own to finish the job. Slowly, there's a few last bucks from him, a sharp gasp that devolves into tired yet satisfied moans on his end.]
Yoimiya, archons, Yoimiya...
[His hands fall limply down from her, his breathing hard and his body weakening beneath her. Every nerve is on fire, but he couldn't move even if he wanted to, twitching at any movement from her. Everything is sensitive and his mind still feels as if he's lost in a fog, eyes closing to bask in the bliss that still lingers.
Tartaglia looks absolutely exhausted, lying defeated under Yoimiya. Not that he minds the loss.]