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Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia ([personal profile] monoceroscaeli) wrote in [community profile] insurmountable 2023-06-12 04:04 am (UTC)

Good, good. That's right, completely relax, and let it all go.

[More dark miasma begins to roll off of him, his own body and abyssal power within him the perfect conduit for the ritual that's beginning. More of this power spreads through his body and mind, giving into it easily as it clouds his logic and thoughts from everything but the task at hand. Every grip into her breasts allows its claws to sink further into him, every squirm and shudder of her body pulling him farther under the surface. It's perfect, she's perfect, and he couldn't feel a more magnetizing pull than what he feels now for her. He needs this. He wants this.

Pleasure her. Feed her growing want. She's almost ready.

His eyes grow wide with excitement, both for himself and Lumine, but the other purpose of all of this. He'd noticed a little container of something that she'd put down next to the bath, glancing over at it now. He wonders what's inside, reaching over to grab it and examine it while he kneads one of her breasts, easily popping it open with one swift motion of his thumb. He squeezes out the lube, taking a bit of it on his finger, feeling the sensation of his skin warming and tingling underneath it. But there's something else too, a heat from it that seeps into his skin slowly, making him grin wickedly.

Goodness, she's made a special kind of lube, and had probably planned on using it on him first. He would have loved it, and he'll have to convince her to still do so, but he's got a little plan first. He squeezes a small dollop out of it, catching it with his finger before setting it back up on the ledge, quickly spreading it across his two fingers before his hand slides back down her body.]


Let me help you now, Lumine. Let's start taking care of your other ache, shall we?

[His two fingers slide so easily into her, coating her insides with the aphrodisiac lubricant, letting it absorb into her sensitive walls as his fingers slide in and out, searching for the spot that would make her whine with delight. His thumb finds her aching clit, rubbing it methodically and in sync with how his fingers sink in and out, more kisses being planted to the other side of her neck as he moans into the shell of her ear.]

You're doing so well. Go ahead, lose yourself. Give in, submit...and be rewarded.

[He doesn't understand the very words that come out of his mouth, but something inside of him makes him say it, speaks that reality into being. And he accepts it, doesn't bother to question it, only wanting her to listen to it and follow the instructions.]

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