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Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia ([personal profile] monoceroscaeli) wrote in [community profile] insurmountable 2023-06-14 11:10 pm (UTC)

sobbing forgive me i have like no sex icons

[He hums thoughtfully to himself as he works his fingers inside of her, appreciating how hot Lumine sounds, her arching back the exact reaction he was hoping for once he'd filled her, soothing that empty ache inside of her. He'd never imagined how attractive she would be to him in his grasp like this, always only focused on getting stronger to meet her in their spars and finally, one day, their battle to the death once he'd conquered the world.

But now, their battle is different, and it's one that only results in the both of them winning. Dark, whispered words of yes and obey her flit through his addled mind, speeding his rhythm up to match her need, wanting nothing more than to make her feel incredible and to give her the release she's seeking.

A release that he wishes to give her over and over again, wanting nothing more than to pleasure her endlessly while they reside in the teapot. He's happy to do it, and wants to do it. The thought of leaving this realm doesn't cross his mind- it's as if he's forgotten completely why he even came here in the first place, not that it matters to him anymore. His purpose now is to do one thing: to serve, and that's what he intends to do.]


Of course.

[Childe's thumb circles her clit with more force, pressing in on it as his own arousal throbs against her back, unable to keep himself from groaning again as his own coil gets wound so tight it's almost unbearable. But he holds himself, tells himself to control it so he can give her one of the many orgasms he plans on giving her here, knowing that in the end it would be well worth the wait.]

Lumine...

[He moans again, pressing himself tighter to her back, plunging his fingers deep inside of her sex, gripping and kneading her breast like it may be the last time he has the opportunity. His words are like a dark spell, cast upon her to finally grasp what's "his."]

...come for me. [The side of his head brushes against her own, jaw agape as he presses open-mouthed kisses to the bottom of her jawline.] So I can pleasure you more, and give you exactly what you want.

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