decorator | tear away the gown that i'm wearing, this tiara was not meant for me

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[ He says nothing. His eyes lock into hers, but he says nothing. Is this really what it was like at first? This pained feeling is new, that’s for sure.

Still, he silently climbs onto the bed. He moves towards Ai… or rather, towards the Saintess she’s become once more.

She knows what to do. ]

[ Of course she knows what to do. Even if things are different now, all the Saintess is good for is responding to the dirty desires everyone wants to place on her. He doesn't have to ask, doesn't even have to demand - she knows what she's here for. So, she turns to face him at last - she still won't look him in the eyes - and moves across the bed over to his side.

... It's different from last night. Not least of all because she's had to find a different shift. The material isn't quite as expensive as the one she'd arrived with, but it's cut to frame her chest and shoulders, extraneous frills at the chest and the hem that brushes her thighs. In just about every sense, she's been decorated for the Mors King to enjoy. That's all she's here to provide.

But there's no way she can do that without some direction. She knows what he wants, but that doesn't mean she knows how to give it. So, the Saintess lifts her eyes just slightly, but no further than the dip of his throat. Her lashes lower, her fingers curl into her shift and her voice is quiet. Hesitant. ]

...What... should I do to satisfy you this time?

[ He still doesn’t say anything… but not by choice. It feels as though his words are caught in his throat. Nothing he thinks to say feels right, none of his jeers or teases feel apt.

So he wordlessly slips behind her, just like usual. His arms slip under hers, wrapping around her waist. ~~She’s beautiful.~~ It’s as he usually touches her, how he starts out at least, and at first it seems like that’s exactly what he’s going to do.

But then… his hands drop down away from her chest, instead further wrapping around her waist and pulling her close, her back to his chest. He rests his chin atop her head, a privilege afforded to him by his height, and… ]

…sorry.

[ Spoken so softly she couldn’t be blamed for not hearing it properly. ]

[ She freezes. It's been a long, long time since she was ever stiff in his arms - even when she was still fearful, she was pliant as a doll, ready to be handled and manhandled as the Mors King desired. But now, she's stiff as a board, even if her body is as soft as ever. She's a perfect fit in his arms but she's tense and rigid, her breath coming a little too quickly. It's the behaviour of a well-disciplined pet doing everything it can not to tremble before its master.

His voice is so quiet. So soft. She doesn't have to strain to hear him and yet she can't make any sense of what he's saying. She shouldn't question him, shouldn't speak out of turn. His warmth and weight behind her are a comfort and a cage and the Saintess isn't sure which is worse.

She swallows hard. Her fingers tighten around her shift. ]

... wh.. why would you apologize to me? I... I was the one who forgot my place. I was disrespectful.

Yeah, you did, but...

[ He's glad he has his head on top of hers. He doesn't want her seeing just how miserable his expression is. ]

Agh... I don't know, I just...

[ He pauses, unsure of how to describe it. What reason he has behind it. Really, there's no great reason behind any of it...

He just felt bad. He felt bad, and he regretted it. And reverting back to this... feels awful. ]

...I had to. That's all.

[ It takes her a little bit to respond. She's quiet and her breaths are still just a touch too shallow but that horrible stiffness and the bone-deep terror it implied seems to ease. She doesn't exactly relax in his arms but that tightly drawn thread of tension goes slack enough for her to lean back into him, back against his warm chest. Almost at once, his familiar warmth seeps through her, eases the tension from her muscles. One of her hands comes up and settles gently on his wrist.

And yet the way she leans into him and the way her fingers curl into his sleeve is still just the slightest bit hesitant, as though she's expecting him to yank himself away from her any second, like he did this morning. But the Mors King is warm and his arms are strong and steady. His scent is familiar and soothing and even if her heart is still racing, her breathing still too fast, the Saintess still manages to speak. ]

If... if I do something wrong, you can tell me. If I misbehave or I make a mistake, or... anything. You can tell me, and I'll apologize and do better next time. You don't have to threaten me or scare me, so... please don't. I...

[ Her voice wobbles just a bit. ]

I don't want to be afraid of you.

I...

[ "I don't want you to be afraid of me"... what an absurd notion. Him, the Mors King, wanting someone to not be afraid of him. The words catch in his throat, but he grips her a little tighter. ]

You... you should be, but...

[ If she misbehaves, if she makes a mistake... how absurd, more so than anything else. She hasn't misbehaved once while she's been here, has she? ]

I don't... mind... you not being afraid...

[ God is that really the best he can get out? He really is the worst. ]

[ Ah. She made the mistake of looking at him as she spoke and so she got a perfect view of the almost pained expression that'd passed over his face. It stuns her back into silence and for a few moments, all she can do is stare at him, imprinting that look of almost helpless frustration into her memory. She's seen him scowl and frown too many times to count, a whole gradient of irritation and annoyance but the almost tender undertone here is entirely new.

For a second, she really is scared all over again - for an entirely new reason. He's a monster, a beast, a creature that spent countless years and however many human lifetimes terrorising and ravaging the lands and people helpless to stop him. No matter how she looks at him, he's a villain. But...

If the Mors King doesn't want to terrorise her, doesn't want to hurt or break her- if he wants to be kind to her, if he wants her warm and satisfied then-

What is she supposed to do? Is she really so hopelessly impure that she been forgive all that? How can she pretend her heart won't be his for the taking all the same just so long as he's...?

The Saintess takes a breath. ]

...

[ Ai turns in his arms. Just enough to face him properly. But he's holding her so close that if she wants to look him in the eyes, she doesn't have any choice but to have her body flush against his. ]

... Then instead of making me afraid... will you show me what you really want?

A... Ai...

[ She's so soft, so painfully delicate in his grip. So fragile that it feels as though she could shatter completely if he isn't careful. He's too much for her, she's too much for him. She deserves better, and he deserves nothing.

But... well, villains have always taken what they don't deserve, haven't they?

With her body flush against his, he lifts a claw to her chin, tilting her head up. He wonders if this is something unforgivable, but then again, he's already gone far past that line, hasn't he?

He leans down... and presses his lips to hers. ]

[ It shouldn't be a surprise. They've already kissed - they've already gone much, much further than kissing - but she still starts a little the moment she feels his touch. His hand on her face, his fingers on her chin - he's touching her so lightly and delicately that she's almost not sure it's real, until the moment he guides her chin up and his lips actually press into hers.

Her eyes flutter shut. Her lips part, and Ai shifts on her knees so she can press herself more readily into the kiss. Even then, it's so chaste. She'd almost thought the Mors King was incapable of anything but forcefulness and yet here he is, proving her wrong once again. She melts into it with a quiet sound of contentment and her fingers curl a little more into the sleeves of his shirt. Her heart races, but it's not from fear.

Their lips part but just for a moment - just so she can speak. ]

I... I think I want that as well.

[ And she goes right back to kissing him. ]

[ His eyes widen, and as she leans back in to kiss him... he leans forward, letting his weight push her down onto her back as he kisses her back. He can feel the beating of her heart against his chest. His hand moves around to hold the back of her head as he presses his lips against hers, and the other hand...

The other hand moves to pull at her shift. Gently this time, not ripping it to pieces like he had done the night prior. Pulling at it with the clear intent to take it off.

Neither of them can stop at just touching anymore... it'd be impossible to go back to that. ]

[ The Saintess isn't allowed to indulge in anything she wants - especially not something this filthy. It doesn't matter that she'd been dirty and sinful all along, so long as what showed on the outside was pure and neat. A kiss like this, the Mors King's hands all over her - it's anything but pure and neat. Maybe that's why it feels so good.

Ai doesn't resist. But rather than just accepting his attention, this time instead of just pliant, she's eager, receptive, responsive - her fingers comb through his hair as they kiss, her thighs spread for him to settle between them. Her tongue flickers against his and her breath is hot and shaky. All of her is, really, and she only breaks away from him to give him space to peel the shift away from her body.

She'd been completely uncovered in the bath already, but... this is different. She's bare, completely exposed under him and there's a flush in her cheeks steadily making its way down her neck and chest, too. ]

... You were looking at me in the bath, but this is still so...

…Yeah.

[ God. Look at her. She’s beautiful. It doesn’t matter how many times he sees it, her exposed form is just too much for him to resist. ]

…I would advise against bathing with me from now on.

[ His hand starts to move downward, trailing his claw along her navel before moving between her legs. ]

If I catch you like this from now on… I won’t be keeping my hands to myself.

[ Ah. He's doing it again - he says things that should ring like a threat but they sound so wonderfully like promises instead. Her heart flutters a little in time with her stomach she lets out a sharp, eager little breath at the drag of his claw across her skin. It doesn't leave a mark but she can still feel the lightest sting and she can't help but squirm a little, her lips parted and her breath coming faster. ]

Ahah... W-would that really be so bad?

[ Her eyes lift up to his. She's a little hazy-eyed but the way she looks at him is unmistakable for anything but desire. ]

Your hands and your mouth and all the rest of it... I like all of that just fine.

...I suppose it wouldn't be.

[ It's still so surprising to him... just how much desire is behind those eyes of hers. Not that he can talk, he's not much better himself. As such, he keeps that comment to himself, but... ]

Then...

[ His hand reaches between her legs, his claw trailing along her entrance... and as it does, he leans forward toward her neck, baring his teeth... ]

I won't bother holding back with them...

[ ...and biting into her neck. Not drawing blood, but still. Here she is, a former Saintess, stripped bare with a dragon's fangs on her neck. ]

[ A little thrill of adrenaline or something like it goes up her spine. It's not quite fear, but a sudden spike of alertness of just how sharp his claws are and just where he's touching her with them. If he wanted to, he could do a terrible amount of damage to all the softest parts of her with those claws, but his touch is so careful that all she feels is a tight knot of anticipation in her belly.

Even the way he's leaning over her is just- ]

Ah - !

[ His fangs close over her skin, sinking in with a sting that makes her breath hitch. Ai shudders, and she can't help the noise that leaves her - it's a breathy, trembling gasp that sounds so much like a moan that it shocks her. She's always been so afraid of having his teeth on her but right now, the sting of them makes her hips lift into his hand. She's trying so hard not to squirm, so she doesn't make the task of being delicate with those claws any harder than it surely is already, but it's not easy when his touch is already so- ]

Mm...! Ah, that'll leave a mark, you know...

[ Though she suspects that's the entire point. ]

[ She should be grateful that's all he's leaving... he thinks to say that, but decides against it. Partially because he's too busy ensuring that a dark, dark mark is left on her neck... but mostly?

He still doesn't want her scared of him.

Her hips left into his hand, and he can feel just how slick she already is. He trails his claw along the opening, just barely entering her with it. His teeth finally come off her neck, leaving a dark and visible mark on it. ]

Ah... such a dirty woman, you are...

[ But what can he say... he clearly likes it. ]

Ah... Hah...

[ Her breath puffs hotly out of her, sweet and shallow gasps that betray exactly how eager she is for more - if her body wasn't already doing such a good job of showing that, of course. Her hips buck and squirm at the touch of his claws even though she's trying so, so hard to be patient - it's just that hearing him praise her like that and feeling the stinging mark he's left on her neck is making it impossible. ]

D-don't tease me like that, please...

[ Though asking like that is surely just going to guarantee that he does. Even so, she can't help her shameless pleading. ]

Please touch me properly...

[ He can't help but laugh. How could he not? He grins and teases her a little more, his scaled finger rubbing at her entrance... and at the same time, his tail moves to wrap around her waist like it did the night before. ]

Hah... are you sure? Then...

[ Slowly, carefully... his claw parts her entrance and pushes inside. The scaled surface of his finger penetrates slowly... careful as to not hurt her with the sharp edge of his claw, but it's then joined by another. Two claws, inside her... though perhaps not in the way she might've imagined when they first met. ]

Like that...?

[ It's almost embarrassing just how readily her body accepts his. Maybe it shouldn't be a surprise, given just how easy it was last night, but she still can't quite believe it. She's slick and eager and his touch sends a sharp, sweet ache through her that makes her thighs tremble. He's being so gentle - out of necessity, yes, but even the drag of his claws just feels like a reminder of how very careful he's being to make her feel good. ]

Y-yes... Ah... Like that...

[ That's what she says, anyway. Really, she wants to greedily demand more, more of his hands and teeth and mouth, his whole body, but even when she's being this shameless, that's a little more embarrassment than she can really manage. ]

Ahah... I didn't know you could be this gentle... It's good...

[ It's different from before... when he'd used his tail and overwhelmed her so intensely. This time it's his fingers, his claws inside her, and he's so delicately careful as he begins to thrust his rough and scaly digits in and out of Ai's trembling body, making sure that even as he pushes in deeper, his claws don't hurt her. His free hand grips her tight, holding her steady no matter how much she trembles, and he starts to pick up the pace. ]

What... thought I was incapable of it?

[ He whispers huskily into her ear before giving her earlobe a quick nip, before slowly moving down to where he bit her neck and pressing a kiss to the aching mark. ]

You'll find I'm capable of many things, Ai...

[ Another moan puffs out of her on a warm exhale. He'd been so rough and overwhelming last night that she was certain every night following would be more of the same - had accepted and anticipated it, even - but this is something else entirely. He's still taking her apart just as easily but now the intensity is a slow, smouldering build that she can feel deep inside her belly and she's almost a little scared about how quickly she's unravelling. Her hips move and shift, grinding back into his hand, torn between caution and neediness but unable to resist. His voice, his breath on her skin and the way he says her name - it all makes her dizzy, and the kiss pressed to the bite mark on her neck is enough to draw a whimper from her throat. ]

I d-don't know... what you're capable of anymore... you waited for so long, I thought- ah, hah, ahh- I thought you didn't want...

[ Her words unravel into a greedy whine. He's certainly proven her wrong on that assumption. ]

[ God. How the hell did he resist her for this long? Everything about her, every whimper and whine, every tremble and rock of her hips... it threatens to drive him mad. ]

Shh...

[ He pushes a little deeper, rubbing his rough scales against her inner walls, the occasional sensation of his claws inside her a constant reminder of what exactly is pushing her closer and closer to the edge. ]

Don't worry... I'll make sure you're thoroughly satisfied tonight...

[ And for many nights to come... and to prove it, he brings his head over to the other side of her neck and bites down once more. ]

[ Her body tenses up around him, clenching tight and slick and hot, and she's trembling so hard it's almost a little pathetic. She's so overly aware of every single place their bodies touch, the way her thighs are spread wide and the press of his chest against her own, the slide and thrust of his claws inside her, somehow never even coming close to even threatening to hurt her. The possibility should frighten her, but right now, there's no room for anything in her head besides him. ]

Ah... th-that huuuurts...

[ Even as she protests, the sound she makes in the wake of yet another bite is filthy - a long whine that crests into a moan and a squirm of her hips. He's going to leave marks all over her at this rate, and even if she's a little self-conscious about it, there's a part of her that's terribly, terribly eager to see the state he'll leave her in. It's not like there's anyone else around to see. ]

[ For a brief moment, he pauses. Freezes, even. It hurts... for a brief moment, he fears having actually hurt her... but no, her body is still reacting positively.

There's a small sigh of relief from him before he continues to bite down on her neck. Right, if it actually hurt, she wouldn't be whining like that... yet still, the thought of hurting her...

...he refuses to allow her to mention what she undoubtedly would take notice of, however, and decides to distract her by pumping his fingers into her even faster. He can hear the wet noises made each time he does so. God, her body is even needier than she herself is. ]

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