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insurmountable2023-04-09 05:20 pm
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we swore that death will do us part / they'll call our crimes a work of art
[A Fatui Harbinger's work is truly never finished, and Childe finds himself treading across the grass from a dirt path leading into Mikage Furnace, surveying the area.
He'd gotten and read the reports, knowing full well that Lumine and a certain Fontaine engineer named Xavier had repelled a lot of their forces from inside, noting how the barrier has been dispersed completely from the prior reports that had been sent back to Snezhnaya. Electricity still buzzes in the area, the dark energy from the Tatarigami visible around the base of the floating, rocky structure. Forges lay silent, the area still relatively unsafe for any workers to enter due to the monsters still inside, and some Fatui also remain, doing research. All in all, it's an interesting sight to say the least, as the Harbinger strides inside from the northern entrance towards the center of the area.
Anything that pops up to attack are easily dispatched, water blades dissipating from his hands as he skates across the water to stand in the middle of the island there, looking up at the floating metal encasing that holds the power of a fallen god.
It's a pretty remarkable sight, understanding exactly why Dottore would be interested in this place. The research on the energy here is thick even with the repairs done to the furnace, feeling it prickle the hair on his arms. A smug smile crosses his features, his battle senses picking up that he's not here alone, turning around to greet the one who'd followed him inside, probably curious to see what he was doing here and trying to figure out what he's up to.
As he turns, his arms splay out in front of him, giving his friend a warm smile as he greets her.]
Greetings, comrade. Imagine running into you here.
[He's not being sus at all, nope.]
He'd gotten and read the reports, knowing full well that Lumine and a certain Fontaine engineer named Xavier had repelled a lot of their forces from inside, noting how the barrier has been dispersed completely from the prior reports that had been sent back to Snezhnaya. Electricity still buzzes in the area, the dark energy from the Tatarigami visible around the base of the floating, rocky structure. Forges lay silent, the area still relatively unsafe for any workers to enter due to the monsters still inside, and some Fatui also remain, doing research. All in all, it's an interesting sight to say the least, as the Harbinger strides inside from the northern entrance towards the center of the area.
Anything that pops up to attack are easily dispatched, water blades dissipating from his hands as he skates across the water to stand in the middle of the island there, looking up at the floating metal encasing that holds the power of a fallen god.
It's a pretty remarkable sight, understanding exactly why Dottore would be interested in this place. The research on the energy here is thick even with the repairs done to the furnace, feeling it prickle the hair on his arms. A smug smile crosses his features, his battle senses picking up that he's not here alone, turning around to greet the one who'd followed him inside, probably curious to see what he was doing here and trying to figure out what he's up to.
As he turns, his arms splay out in front of him, giving his friend a warm smile as he greets her.]
Greetings, comrade. Imagine running into you here.
[He's not being sus at all, nope.]
ugh i hope it is, sadfives for both of us for now tho lol
Tartaglia feels his eyes lock with hers in a way he's never experienced before, gazing into them a moment too long before finally breaking, subsequently looking downward to see her nipples poking out from underneath the fabric of her white dress. A pressure coils in his gut, winding downward as he tries to keep himself from staring at her breasts...but instead his gaze lands on her tongue wetting those full, plump lips of hers, sending his mind to places he'd never thought to go before.
He feels himself shift uncomfortably, and a static invades his mind and pushes away thoughts of their experience away towards something else, as if what happened in the domain isn't all that important in the moment. What's more important is the girl right in front of him, fighting an urge that tells him to reach out and roll her perky nipples between his fingers.
Goodness, his mother taught him better than this, shaking his head instead and laughing it off with a worried smile.]
I'm not quite sure, [he starts, doing his best to seem more relieved than anything else,] but I'm glad you're alright. Seems we both lost consciousness soon after everything went haywire, and I can only imagine that we both made it out without any serious injury due to the benevolence of whatever it was inside...
[Yes, that seems right, that logic. His mind shifts again, accepting what he'd just spoken as reality, and the static peeling back enough to only allow him to come to that conclusion.]
Anyway, how are you feeling? Can you stand?
Re: ugh i hope it is, sadfives for both of us for now tho lol
Yeah, I should be able to.
[ She gets her legs underneath herself and then pushes up, reaching out to use his shoulder to steady herself as she rises. Even with the layers of his shirt and coat between her fingers and his skin, she can feel how warm he is--and a very strong, almost dizzying urge to lean into him quite nearly overwhelms her. She stops, keeping her hand on him, resisting the impulse--but only just barely.
They need to get somewhere safe. Somewhere they can think. Someplace where they can be alone and comfortable, a whispered suggestion supplies--and the ever-present hum in her head makes her feel that it's an entirely ordinary thought. ]
I think I've had enough exploring for the day. Do you want to come with me to my teapot?
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That sounds like a splendid idea. It's been quite some time since the last time I was able to visit, hasn't it?
[His focus shifts from trying to figure out their situation to going inside the teapot and spending some one on one time with Lumine. Thoughts of having her to himself brush up against his mind, pushing him forward with feelings of giddiness now that he knows that they'd have the place all to themselves. His previous concerns melt away, disappearing underneath the static in his head, and he smiles back at her with anticipation.]
Let's go. I do hope you've still got that private onsen of yours. I could really use a bath right about now...
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[ A very vivid image comes to mind. His naked body, slick with mineral water, flushed with the heat. Tartaglia is on the slim side--unlike a certain oni, he's not going to be a beefcake. But his clothes accentuate his broad shoulders, and she's quite certain from their clashes that he has ample body definition. No doubt there would be scars, too. The real question was what would he look like between his th--
Lumine gives her head a slight shake. What's wrong with her? She shouldn't think that sort of thing about Childe. They were only friends, and besides that, they weren't even really on the same side, what with his absolute allegiance to the Tsaritsa. ... An allegiance that, as it came to the forefront of her mind, made her head sear with that droning sensation--and leaving in its wake a strange burning sensation in her chest. If she didn't bring him back with her, he'd probably go running back to his goddess. She's the one who sent him there in the first place, after all.
She wets her lips with another flash of her tongue as her grip on his shoulder tightens reflexively. She's vaguely aware of the fact that she's taken a little longer to respond than she should have, but it's the least of her concerns. She wants more time with him--and if that means dangling some carrots for him... well, there's nothing unusual about that, right? ]
I'd never get rid of the onsen. It's far too nice to bathe in. I don't mind if you use it.
[ She pulls out the teapot, letting it float in place. ]
If you want, I can even wash your back for you.
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I can even wash your back for you.
Tartaglia is not a man who has a whole lot of shame. Enough shame to be embarrassed every now and again and enough to recognize when he's getting picked on for something that is undeniably true about himself. But that- his face isn't turning a light shade of red just because she's suggested something mildly lewd, it's because a litany of images of exactly what that could look like flash in his mind.
Lumine, naked as well, softly scrubbing him as she presses herself against him...Lumine sitting in the water, moving from there to being attentive to the rest of his body, and where else it might lead-
He clears his throat once as he tries to readjust his thoughts, trying to find the right response here that doesn't make himself sound desperate or weird, losing the battle as darker desires bubble up and muddle his thoughts.]
Comrade, you know...
[It would be lovely, a voice that he mistakes as his own whispers.]
...I'd never ask you to do something like that...
[But
youI want her to, her hands all over me...]...but I'll graciously accept if you're offering.
[He can feel the glow of power in his palm from the realm dispatch when her teapot comes out. He's entered before, but it's been a long time and the sensation is something he feels like he'll never get used to. But her strategy has worked on him, not feeling the need to go make any reports, but rather would feel better spending the rest of his time in the teapot with her.
Alone, and with all the time in the world. In his head, that sounds marvelous.]
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youI can take it?She smiles, and if it's sly--that's surely just his imagination, isn't it? Lumine isn't the conniving sort. ]
I don't believe in offering things I don't intend to deliver on.
[ She says this as she rests her free hand on the teapot and the world ripples around them. The pull has always been somewhat disorienting before, like something had her hooked at the navel and started pulling her. In the initial seconds after, it would leave her feeling like she'd spun around too fast too many times while drunk on Dandelion Wine until the Adeptal Realm settled around her.
Today, though, when the otherworldly power imbued in the object washes over, there's no pull, no dizziness. It's simply a wave that she rides with nary a second thought. The inside of the abode is as friendly and familiar as ever, so why would she?
She starts toward the house. The onsen is parked behind and to the left of the building, directly on the way, so she expects at least for now he'll be following. ]
Do you want to go get in while I grab some things?
[ They couldn't have a bath without the rags and soap. And
just in casewhen she inevitably decided to make her move, they'd need a few other things, too. ]no subject
The spin and pull of settling into the teapot is still an experience, feeling a little lightheaded and dizzy from entering. But it's not as if he sees her often enough to come inside frequently, so the man steps forward with a little disorientation as he follows Lumine towards her house. It's exactly the way he remembers it from the last time he was here, getting to lay his eyes on the beautiful scenery and the onsen that still lies in the same spot.]
Sure. I could use the time to soak for a few minutes anyway. Don't keep me waiting too long, now.
[He says with a smile and a wink, before he breaks from her and wanders towards the back of the house, disappearing along the side as he enters into the onsen area.
When Lumine joins him, she'll find him sitting naked in the water, his clothes folded and nicely put somewhere off to the side, arms splayed across the back of the stone edge with his eyes closed. He looks completely relaxed, his thoughts swimming in thoughts of Lumine and her promise, ready to enjoy their time together.
His eye cracks open for a moment when he senses her enter, but quickly shuts it again to keep relaxing. He'll get a good look at her when she's closer ;) ]
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She rests her fists against her hips as she eyes him, trying not to look as blatantly hungry as she feels. He looks better than even her fantasies, and it takes an inordinate amount of self-control to not go and do something stupid. Lightly she says, ]
You look comfy.
[ She doesn't believe for half a second that he's asleep. He's too wary, the sort who could wake up to the sound of someone's footsteps outside his door and have his knife in hand before they opened it. But since he doesn't seem keen on getting a preview, she undresses without ceremony before slipping into the cloudy mineral water.
She inhales and then heaves a sigh that's half pleasured hum. Being shorter than him, he may find himself frustrated initially: that better look he was hoping for isn't happening yet, not with the sulfur-y waters topping out just underneath her clavicle. ]
Mm... that really is good.
[ She splashes water up over her upper arms and then her neck. As her muscles relax and her mind unwinds, she unknowingly is veering further and further from her true self, forgetting without knowing the events earlier that day and bits and pieces of her adventure. She doesn't have a need for those things, not with what it has in mind for her. And the more space that there is in there, the more it can fill her with its corrupting desires.]
oh my god what did she make
The Harbinger pushes himself up straight, revealing more of his bare upper chest, water sliding down it as he looks over to her, hunger growing in his gut with every second. The look of just her bare shoulders and arms is enticing enough, not realizing he's staring at her as she relaxes into the water. This was a good suggestion, now the two of them can completely let their concerns float away as they enjoy each other in the bath.
He quickly notes the things that she's laid out beside them, curious as to what she's all brought with her. But he first reaches out for the soap, flipping it in his hand once before dipping it into the water and scooting close enough to her to gently begin to rub it against the upper part of her shoulder blade.]
I can help with that, if you'd like. Sit yourself up a little more, won't you? And turn so I have a better angle.
[Though she said she'd wash his back, he doesn't mind spoiling her a little first, slowly running the bar across her skin until enough soap has formed for him to set it to the side and use his hands to spread it across the back of her neck and shoulders.]
I think we've more than earned this spot of relaxation.
[But why they did is slipping his mind, and he's not even concerned with the reason anyhow. It's as if a warm, inviting presence is settling deeper into his mind, something that feels like it belongs there, and he welcomes it without knowing what it is.]
Tell me how this feels, comrade. I can work those knots out of your shoulders too.
83 Extra stimulating lube, tingling and warming plus an aphrodisiac in it~ ;D
[ Her eyes drift over his chest and for a moment she isn't sure that she won't forgo the massage entirely and skip to what she really wants to do.
All good things in due time. You're not quite ready yet.
[ Yes. There isn't any need to move too fast. They have time, after all. It's not like there's anything important that she has to do. Really, they have all the time in the world. They can just slowly enjoy each other, down to the very last drop. ]
Sure. I'd appreciate that.
[ She flashes him a sweet smile before complying to his suggestions, obediently shifting herself so he has better access to her back. She wiggles her shoulders a few times before finally settling into what seems to be a comfortable position and lets him apply the soap. She makes a contented sound as he soaps up her shoulders and back, and when he asks her if she'd like him to massage her shoulders, she's all too eager to take him up on it. ]
That would be wonderful.
[ He'll find her skin is slick and soft under his palms and the pads of his fingers and thumb. As she relaxes more and more into his grip, he'll find her becoming increasingly pliant. When he pushes her forward his thumbs she sways into the motion, and when he pulls back and up with his fingers, she rises with them--and if he's paying attention, from his vantage point he should see the swell of her breasts all the way to the tops of her areola become visible.
He asks her how it feels--and she moans, a soft and throaty sound--which, if he thought it sounded sexual, he couldn't be faulted. The throb of arousal between her legs echoes the tempo of his movements. ]
'S good.
HAHAHA PERFECT steeples my fingers deviously
Whispers in his head float suggestions to him, to make her feel willing to want to bear it all to him, to guide her towards wanting to indulge in each other's body.
Give her the world, and she'll reciprocate.
A thought he easily succumbs to, his voice smooth and more sultry with every word he speaks.]
I'm glad to hear it.
[He rinses the soap from her back and neck, letting his hands glide over her smooth skin, made even more supple by the mineral water being used to clean it.]
There's nothing quite like a nice, deep massage to let all your cares float away. Relax, Lumine...
[He calls for it, wills for her to melt under his fingertips as he uses the whole of his hands now to grip into her shoulders and base of her neck. Every muscle and every nerve is enveloped by his hands, working them slowly as he moves forward to whisper softly into the shell of her ear, breath hot as need begins to seep downward into his body.]
...allow me to make you feel divine. Tell me if you need anything else. I'll be more than happy to oblige.
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A shiver rippled down her spine. Lumine. He's never called her by her name before. It sounds good in his mouth--feels good with his breath ghosting the sensitive spot behind her ear. She shudders again.
...allow me to make you feel divine. Tell me if you need anything else. I'll be more than happy to oblige.
The apex between her legs throbs violently--echoed by a heaviness in her breasts. She's aching--and he's offering to fix those things. Whatever they are. Anything else, he said.
Do it. Do it do it do it you want this need this. It's not even a conscious thought. It's become instinct now. And she yields to it.
She swallows heavily and reaches up and behind, tangling her fingers in his. She pulls his hands forward and down and then slips her hands over his as she guides them to rest against the underside of her breasts. ]
Here. I ache here, too.
[ She folds her fingers over his, guiding his fingers in to a gentle squeeze. The simple movement elicits a soft squeal from her. Her breasts have never felt so sensitive. Is it something to do with the water? It must.
That should be enough. More than enough. Were she in her right mind, she'd be mortified to have gone even this far this fast. But now? It's not enough. Not nearly enough. She wants more, needs more, and he's promised it to her already. Why shouldn't she take advantage of it?
She lets his right hand stay where it is, but his left hand she guides down further. Past her ribs, past her navel, all the way down until his fingers brush up against a small thatch of hair, behind which he can feel the pillowing mound of her sex. ]
Here, too. I ache so much. Please...
[ Make me feel good. The thought pushes through her mind, back to his, traversing the same strange path shared between them, an order not to be disobeyed. ]
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But what's even better is how she guides him further downwards, sliding down her perfectly curved body, fingers lightly touching on her most sensitive area, begging for him to soothe her aches and pains that cry for his attention.
It's as if a small, dark corrupting flame lights within his mind as lust pools and spreads into every thought. She's opened herself to him, to delve into depravity, to succumb to all their own private wishes and wants that lie beneath the surface. And he in turn, has opened himself to her, the message that travels from her mind to his own enveloping his thoughts utterly and completely. Tartaglia obeys the command, smiling deviously from behind her as he presses his chest to her back, taking the opportunity now to pull her into him as his finger lightly toys with her aching clit.]
Far be it from me to keep you from everything you desire. Your desires are my desires, after all. But first...
[Take the time to prepare her, make her body and mind pliant, make her willing to accept her destiny. Mold her and open her
for me.The dark voice manifests itself in Childe's mind as a simple, already understood fact. As if he was meant to do this, like he should do this, that he wants to do this and always has. His hand leaves her groin, leaving her wanting but comes to cup her breast once more as both hands slowly massage her, a gentle and yet solid gesture that communicates that he will serve as her cornerstone in this journey, that she can lean on him and he will be there to hold her up throughout it. Small pinches and rolls of his thumb over her nipples are worked in between, loving how they perk under his ministrations, serving as the prep needed to make her ready to receive him and her fate.
His neck cranes down to brush his lips against the side of her neck, black corrupting wisps of smoke trailing behind every deliberate kiss he plants to it. But he doesn't seem to take notice of this, sinking further into the dark whispers of want that flood his mind.
Make her desperate for your body, so that all she can say is yes.]
I need to make sure you're ready. One ache at a time, Lumine. But I promise to fill you completely, but how quickly depends on you.
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She wants it so much that that her will, however warped, threatens to resurface and insist upon it. But his mouth delivers hot, soft kisses contaminated with the malignant miasma that absorbs into her skin as though her body is hot desert and it's rain.
One ache at a time. How quickly depends on you.
Her head rolls to the side and she shudders again. Submit. She has to submit. Or it won't be comfortable, won't turn out right. A third shiver wracks her body as her scalp and the back of her neck prickle and the contagion continues to seep in deeper. She moans and relaxes into him, letting him squeeze and release her at will, breathing coming harder and harder. ]
Childe...!
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[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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And then his fingers slide into her.
Her spine arches and and she whines as his thumb works her clit. ]
Childe! Ahngh--
[ His fingers move out, and then back in, timed perfectly with another sweep of his thumb. It's doing something though--there's something--Lumine moans as the fingers inside her massage the inner wall of her sex. Fullness aside, there's another sensation. Almost like tickling at first, but growing in intensity to a strong, full tingle with continued friction. ]
More. M-more!
[ She bucks her hips forward into his thumb. She close, so close, to something good, something amazing. She pants, tongue hanging out of her mouth, golden eyes slightly teary and vacant with pleasure. ]
sobbing forgive me i have like no sex icons
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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She feels good, he feels good, and it's completely dizzying and electrifying. This is it. This is what she was made for. What he was made for. Their joint purpose. It's simple and it's beautiful and she's so hungry, so eager, to devour him for the rest of the foreseeable future. ]
Yes!
[ Her voice is breathless, and her hips, still grinding her pelvis into his digit, are beginning to stutter. She's so close now; she can practically taste the white-hot ecstasy on her tongue and it only makes her more excited. ]
I'm... I'm gonna...
[ Lumine ... come for me.
It's impossible tell if that just naturally does it for her or if it's the black magic eating a hole into her soul. Either way, she's spilling over with a high keen. ]
Coming! I'm--ah-- Ajax!
[ Her orgasm sweeps through her, bowing her body sharply, thrills lighting her up from sex to toes to breasts. It would be easier to tell that she's reached her peak if not for the water. Even so, the walls of her sex ripple and contract greedily around his fingers. He'll feel his own echo of pleasure, having served well. Not enough to let him come, not yet, but there is an absolute promise. Soon. ]
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A small wave of pleasure that begins in her body reaches his own, their connection resulting in his own arousal happily throbbing even harder as if something had stroked it and stimulated it without even being touched. The presence inside of him celebrates with glee, a feeling that reflects in his own expression, unaware of the ever-tightening hold it has on him. Promises of being able to indulge in his own desires echo through his head, but knowing that first his princess must be taken care of first before he can even think to ask her to return the favor.]
Haha...didn't do too bad of a job, now did I?
[Washing his hand off in the water, it rejoins his other hand in lightly massaging her breasts, making sure that she stays stimulated but still giving her the opportunity to relax and enjoy the coming down of her own climax.]
Hahaha...I never knew you'd be so cute, comrade. We can keep going, if you desire. I loved hearing you call my name like that...
[Small affectionate kisses, very much in contrast to the ones he'd been lavishing on her during her climax, are administered to the back of her head and to her neck, almost as if he were worshipping the body he'd just made dirty with his fingers. A soft sigh escapes his lips, appreciating her smooth skin, letting himself drown in thoughts of how he'll be touching it more, making her squeal and sigh for him...among other, darker things.]
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She twists around, slick skin slipping underneath his hands until her chest is pressed to his and her own arms can twine around his neck. She goes onto her tip toes and leans up into him as she drags him down, making the metaphysical physical. ]
You're not allowed to stop now.
[ Her eyes are hooded, fogged, and where there ought to be gold, perhaps amber, is a muddy bronze. It should be disturbing, but all he'll feel as he finds himself looking into them is the sensation that he is falling down deeper, into comfort, into his sexual fantasies, into a deep hole from which he will never come out of. Never want to come out of.
She runs a hand down and then up the curve of one pec, toying with his nipple for a change. ]
We've hardly started having fun.
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It's like you read my mind...
[Why would he dream of anything else but having sex with Lumine, he's not sure. It's as if he's slowly forgetting more and more about what he was supposed to be doing, focusing only on her as he closes the distance between them to slot his lips with hers, parting them to invite her in and deepen it as much as he possibly can. Needy moans bubble up from his throat with every pass of his lips against hers, languid yet firm in his caresses, as if he needed to drink all of her in just in case this would be the last time he'd ever get the chance.
Dark whispers float in to give their suggestions to him, voices that sound like his own that narrow his vision and force him to focus on one thing and one thing only.
Lumine. She's all that matters. Ignore the noise and forget about your cares and worries.
He breaks from to lose himself once more in those perfect, mesmerizing eyes of hers, feeling his lust grow and his want for her outweigh everything else.]
Would you like to continue here, or...
[He glances over at the mansion. He's down to please her wherever she sees fit.]