Childe "I Can Make Her Worse" Tartaglia (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
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insurmountable2023-04-09 05:20 pm
monoceroscaeli) wrote in 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.]
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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.]