[ She hadn't realised just how used to the Mors King's warmth she'd gotten, just how comfortable she'd gotten with the way his body fits against hers. If anyone else could see this, the ruined Saintess pinned and held tightly in his arms, her hands bound and his tail working her body over, they'd surely think she was the victim of some horrible violation - not an eager particular begging for more. ]
That's good, ahh, ahh-
[ She presses her cheek against his, her whole body squirming and writhing in time with the way his tail works her. She feels dizzy. Everything is so warm, his skin, his breath, the heat that's welling from her core and spreading up through her entire body. It's too intense, she can't stand it and yet she wants to be held like this forever. ]
It's not fair... ah... E-even though I'm like this, you're not- ahh, hah, I w-want, I want you-
[ "I want you to feel good too," are the words she fails to get out. But they're lost in a cry as her whole body shudders, and she climaxes again - he's still inside her the whole time she's twitching and clenching and even though she can barely breath, even though she can't even think straight, all she can think is that it's too much and not enough all at the same time. She's been so clean and pure for so long, she doesn't want him to stop until she's ruined beyond repair, until her body is marked all over with the evidence. ]
[ She's still on about that... wanting to make him feel good as well. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to oblige, to release at least one of her hands so that she can return the favor...
But instead of doing that, he instead clings to her even tighter, moving his tail faster, pushing it even deeper. He's desperately needy... his body cries out for relief, but he doesn't want her to touch him. He doesn't want her to find out just how... just how impossible that is. But he needs relief, he'll lose it completely if he doesn't get any... so he pushes himself to overstimulate her even faster, to blow those thoughts out of her mind as he pulls one hand back from holding her to reach down to the source of his own arousal. ]
[ Oh, she can't take it, she can't take it, she really can't take it. Every time she thinks it can't get any more intense, he digs into her even deeper, finding parts of her body she didn't even know could feel so good. Her whole body is twitching and trembling and her thighs are soaking wet and each time his tail drives back into her it's a shock of sensation. Her voice is close to giving out entirely - her throat's so hoarse and raw that all her cries have turned into desperate, broken whimpers, her breaths are all hiccuping little gasps, and each thrust makes a sound like a choked sob come out of her. ]
Y-you're so mean, you won't even let me touch you... a-ah, ahh-
[ Though it's not like she could even try right now. She's trembling, her whole body is weak and boneless but her hips are still weakly pushing back against him. But she at least has enough presence of mind to turn her head and kiss him. Even if she can't touch him, surely this is fine...? ]
[ He's the Mors King... mean is all he's ever been. Though he supposes that in this sense, not letting her touch him is meaner to himself more than anything else. Still, he stubbornly refuses... even if it breaks him a little as a result.
He kisses her back. Kisses her deeply, even as she moans and cries with every merciless thrust into her body. Kisses her enough to make up for her inability to touch him back, crashes her lips as if it were some kind of apology, but at least in return... ]
Hah...!
[ ...she gets to have her mind utterly blown as his tail reaches a point where it can go no further. And as he does so, his hand grips the scaled length—obscured from Ai's sight by their bodies pressed so close together—and pumps it.
The Mors King, the scourge of the land, is touching himself as he violates the Holy Saintess into orgasm after orgasm.
Truly, they're both broken beyond repair, aren't they? ]
[ Ai chokes. The sounds she's so shamelessly spilling into the kiss rise in pitch, volume, intensity - everything. For a moment, even with him kissing her and holding her so close, the instant she feels him dig that deep into her, that much further than she'd ever imagined her body would be able to accommodate anything - she's a little scared. What if she can't take it, what if it really does break her, what if it hurts-
But impossibly, her body yields. No, more than that, it accepts, greedily clenching down on him. All that fear melts away into an intense, overwhelming relief. She can take this. Somehow, she can. The sensation of his body so firmly inside her, filling her up so completely is overwhelmingly, terrifyingly satisfying. And - and hearing him, too, huffing gasps and moans into their kiss... he's fallen too and it's all because of her. If they're this close, there's no way she won't end up stained by the mess he ends up making and the thought of it is so terribly, terribly filthy that the very last threads of her shame and self restraint finally give way. ]
L-like this, right here - [ She can barely speak but even so, the Mors King always seems to know what her words mean. ] I-I'm yours, hah, yours, s-so...
[ So make sure of it. Make sure she's so dirty, so stained by the evidence of their depravity that nobody would be able to miss who she belongs to.]
[ The sight of them is far from romantic. It looks more like he's forcing himself onto her than anything else... but she wants him. She wants him so badly it's all she can think about, even as he blows her mind wide open.
And somehow, without even saying it, he understands what she's telling him to do to her. He's not sure how much longer he spends violating her, forcing out climax after climax, until he starts to approach his limit as well... his clawed hand pumping furiously as his tongue mingles with hers.
He was already impure. The darkest, ugliest existence in the world. She was beautiful, she's still beautiful... and he's about to permanently stain her with himself. ]
Ai... Ai...!!
[ And suddenly, with a push to force as much of his tail into her as her body can handle, his body pulls back... just enough to give him enough of an opening to unload onto her body. It's, perhaps unsurprisingly, so much more than a normal human's... ]
[ She doesn't really remember if she says anything else - or how long it takes. It could be seconds or minutes for all the sense she can make of any of it. Nothing else matters anymore save for his mouth against hers, the way his tail works her insides into such a shameless mess, and the promise of the mess he's going to make all over her.
She doesn't even have the energy to cry out when she reaches that final climax. Her body shudders, her heels sliding weakly against the soaked sheets, hips lifting just a little off the bed but the rest of her is completely limp and exhausted, utterly boneless, her muscles trembling. She has barely a second to try and breath before - ]
Aah...
[ Just as she'd asked. It's so much more than she'd expected - her thighs, her stomach, her chest all end up stained with even more of him than she'd imagined. It's too hot, but so is she right now - the Mors King's mess and her own combined are so filthy she can hardly believe it. She's absolutely ruined. Utterly, thoroughly, completely ruined. ]
Hah... ahah... a-are you... are you finally satisfied this time...?
[ He can only fall backwards once he finishes releasing himself onto her. Making a complete mess of her in a way that has surely permanently disqualified her from ever being a Saintess. The sight of her covered in him is proof enough of that.
Technically speaking, he isn't too worn physically. He's covered in sweat, but sexual acts of this level aren't enough to tire a dragon out. Mentally, however... he feels exhausted, leaning back to admire the mess he made.
His tail is still curled comfortably around her, snaking around her waist before entering her body proper. Ah, his tail is still so deep inside her... the magic binding her hands has finally dispersed, but he still hasn't pulled out his tail. ]
Hah... yeah... I'm satisfied, Ai...
[ Well, his body is eager for more... but it's satisfied enough at least with what he just did to relieve that pressure. He'll sleep easier tonight than he did last night, at least... but more than that, it's not like he's lying. After breaking her so completely... how could he not be satisfied with his work?
He uses his tail to pull her over on the bed until she at least has her head resting on a pillow. He imagines her current body heat would make the blanket unbearable, but... ]
...And you? Have I broken you to your satisfaction?
[ ...he also pulls her closer to himself as he settles down, letting out a long sigh as his body loses all tension. His tail remains inside her, keeping her full... perhaps due to his mental exhaustion, or maybe because he wants her to remember what they did when she wakes up. Either way, with the rest of it wrapped snugly around the outside of her body, it's not going anywhere anytime soon. ]
[ Everything's hazy. She's vaguely aware of him touching her, settling her on the bed - that her hands are free though it's not as though she has the strength to do anything with them. Her body and the sheets both are such a sticky mess... just how much work will she have to do tomorrow to clean all of it, if she can even manage to get out of bed...? She doesn't even want to imagine how sore she'll be when she wakes up.
But as his arms settle around her and she realises just how much of his tail is still inside her, it occurs to her that perhaps she should just stop caring. This is what she asked for, knowing full well what the consequences would be. If the Mors King is greedy then she's just as bad. None of it matters anymore - Fragaria discarded her, throwing her away to die but instead...
She settles against him. Her expression is... dazed really is the only word for it, dazed and flushed and her eyes are so unfocused, her breathing still hasn't quite evened out. She's been utterly ruined and yet... ]
Yes. [ Her voice is warm and low. ] I definitely couldn't withstand it every night... but right now I'm so...
[ She trails off. There's too many words for her to use and she has no idea which one to reach for. But when her expression is so satisfied and her voice so warm, it's not hard to figure out. ]
[ Ah, he can feel how she’s still twitching against him, her body still coming down from the overwhelming experience. It fills him with a sense of… pride. Pride at how much he was able to do to her.
Her body is sticky against his… but they’re both filthy now, so who cares about a little more filth between them? He can still feel just how warm and snug his tail is inside her. It feels… nice. He can only imagine what it’d feel like if it were more then just his tail inside her. Hopefully he doesn’t intend to break her like this every time… ]
Hah… good…
[ He glances at her. She’s on the verge of passing out… hell, sleep sounds nice to him good but… ]
[ It seems for a moment like she might have already slipped into sleep and missed his words... but then her eyes flit back open and she hears gazes up at him, her eyes searching his face. ]
... Oberon...
[ She reaches a hand up, trembling and weak, and gently strokes some of his mussed up hair back. Then she cradles his cheek in her palm and after a moment of gazing up at him like that...
She smiles. ]
Mm. It suits you. I won't forget.
[ Then she tilts her head up and presses her lips against his. ]
[ She sleeps so deeply she doesn't even remember drifting off. Her body had been so thoroughly worked to exhaustion that it barely takes a minute of being curled up close and safe in the Mors King's - in Oberon's arms before her eyes flutter closed and she drifts into a sated, satisfied sleep. She probably would've slept most of the next day if it wasn't for the wake-up she receives - a ray of watery early morning light cutting in through the window and across her face on the pillow. ]
Mm...
[ She stirs, her body still heavy and sore and - and full, she realizes a moment too later when she tries to shift and her whole body instinctively clenches down. His tail is still inside her - it must have been like that all night and the thought makes her shudder, makes a rush of heat run up her spine. But it's too early and her head is pounding - and she can't exactly enjoy it when, now that she's awake, she's starting to remember just how shameless she'd been last night. She's filthy in all sorts of ways right now and... it's kind of her own fault.
A scarlet blush spreads across her face. It's so bright even the tips of her ears are red. And she buries her face in Oberon's shoulder. ]
Aaahh... I can't ever call myself a Saintess again, even as a lie...
[ Perhaps it's because of how she clenched down around his tail, or just that his senses are sharp enough to tell when she stirs even when he himself is still asleep. Either way, he awakes to the sound of her voice, and of course... the first thing he says is laced with snark. ]
...Well, that was already a given...
[ He considers continuing off of that. Say something about her being a Former-Saintess now, something about how she's fallen from grace, so on and so forth... but in the end, what he actually says... ]
[ She's quiet for a moment. Her body aches - her thighs and between her legs especially. It seems like she's gotten her wish to know how exactly he might have to treat her for her to have trouble walking the next day. She's sticky and sweaty still and certain that her hair must be in utter disarray. Whichever way you look at her, she's been ruined beyond repair. And yet... ]
I don't. [ Her voice is soft and a little muffled, but then she lifts her face to look at him properly. She's still blushing. ] It's just... a little embarrassing. I didn't think I could be that shameless... or that I could accept that much of you.
[ It'd all felt frighteningly good. But she's kind of shocked at what her own body was able to accommodate... ]
[ He pauses, eyes wide as he looks at her. Her face is so flushed, her eyes so bright... she's beautiful. He thinks that even as he looks upon her current state... face flush, body sticky with both sweat and the mess that he himself left on her, body still a trembling mess from what he did to it... but she's still beautiful, even after he broke her. He could probably break her even further and she'd still look just as beautiful.
Fragaria would be disgusted you say? Then Fragaria has awful taste. Maybe he should raze it to the ground just for that. ]
Well... it certainly won't be the last time. [ So he says with his usual grin... except is it just her, or is it a little softer than usual? ] So you'd best get used to being so shameless.
[ And at accepting that much of him. Though her body is still holding onto him so snugly, so perhaps there's no need to worry about that. ]
[ That gets a sigh out of her - though it's playful and exaggerated. ]
I'm really not sure about that. I could manage this time, but even I have my limits, you know? [ Her voice takes a turn for teasing. ] There's no way a feeble human girl like me could stand up to a terrible dragon every single night.
[ Really, two nights in a row of that kind of treatment is her limit...
After a moment, though, her face softens a bit. She'd almost wondered if she'd dreamed it last night, but looking into his face again now, she thinks of the sound of his voice and finds herself saying - ]
Oberon. [ softly, tentatively, like she's trying out the shape of it in her mouth. She finds that she likes it. ] It really does suit you.
[ Something flits across her face, a flurry of emotions too fast to entirely make sense of - relief, fondness but then, surprisingly... something like guilt, too.
After a moment, her other hand comes up to properly cradle his face and her eyes slide away from his. ]
... There's something you should know if I'm staying, then. If I'm really never going back, I...
[ She trails off. This, um, really isn't a conversation she can have while she's still in a state like this.
Her eyes flit back to his face and she manages a smile. ]
... Let's go take a bath. Once we're all cleaned up, we can find a nice spot outside and... I'll tell you everything. I promise.
[ How truly shameless would it be to tell him something like this while in such a state? With so much of him both nestled inside her and covering her body. ]
Hm...
[ He looks into her eyes, catching the flash of guilt amidst so much else. He remembers, then, the way she was when they first met... the strange level of resolve she had at the prospect of being broken. ]
...Oh, very well. You're keeping me in suspense, but I'll allow it.
[ Still, she's right... they need a bath. Preferably one that doesn't end like the last one, too. He sighs and sits up... glancing at where they're still connected... it's an embarrassing thought to be sure, but more importantly, he'll have to take care with pulling it out, won't he? Her body has almost certainly adjusted to the size while she slept, but her body might still protest if he's careless... especially considering the rough texture of his scales.
So, while taking care to not shift what's inside her too much, he reaches over and scoops her up into his arms. ]
[ He's being careful, sure, which is sweet and all but the motion of sitting up and scooping her off the bed makes something move inside her and a pathetic little noise follows in its wake, her hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders. ]
W-wait, wait, y-you might have to... [ She swallows hard, that scarlet blush steadily taking over her face again. ] After last night I'm still... I-it's too much...
[ It doesn't hurt. But with how sore and sensitive she is right now, it's a little too much to bear. ]
[ He comes to enough of a halt so that she can find a proper grip... before he starts to move again, stepping off of the bed with her steady in his arms. ]
Just bear with it for now... I'll take it out once we're in the bath.
[ It comes from a genuine place of concern for her well-being... but he'd be a liar (he is a liar) if he said that he wasn't still enjoying having her squirm just a little. ]
[ Bear with it, he says... Admittedly, it's a little easier when she can cling to him like this. She nuzzles as close as she can, her face pressed to the side of his neck and her breaths puffing against his skin. ]
You're such a bully... you were the one who made me sleep like this... Ah...
[ She doesn't sound angry with him, at least. But she'll definitely get mad if he expects her to endure it every single night from now on...! ]
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[ She hadn't realised just how used to the Mors King's warmth she'd gotten, just how comfortable she'd gotten with the way his body fits against hers. If anyone else could see this, the ruined Saintess pinned and held tightly in his arms, her hands bound and his tail working her body over, they'd surely think she was the victim of some horrible violation - not an eager particular begging for more. ]
That's good, ahh, ahh-
[ She presses her cheek against his, her whole body squirming and writhing in time with the way his tail works her. She feels dizzy. Everything is so warm, his skin, his breath, the heat that's welling from her core and spreading up through her entire body. It's too intense, she can't stand it and yet she wants to be held like this forever. ]
It's not fair... ah... E-even though I'm like this, you're not- ahh, hah, I w-want, I want you-
[ "I want you to feel good too," are the words she fails to get out. But they're lost in a cry as her whole body shudders, and she climaxes again - he's still inside her the whole time she's twitching and clenching and even though she can barely breath, even though she can't even think straight, all she can think is that it's too much and not enough all at the same time. She's been so clean and pure for so long, she doesn't want him to stop until she's ruined beyond repair, until her body is marked all over with the evidence. ]
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[ She's still on about that... wanting to make him feel good as well. He'd be lying if he said he wasn't tempted to oblige, to release at least one of her hands so that she can return the favor...
But instead of doing that, he instead clings to her even tighter, moving his tail faster, pushing it even deeper. He's desperately needy... his body cries out for relief, but he doesn't want her to touch him. He doesn't want her to find out just how... just how impossible that is. But he needs relief, he'll lose it completely if he doesn't get any... so he pushes himself to overstimulate her even faster, to blow those thoughts out of her mind as he pulls one hand back from holding her to reach down to the source of his own arousal. ]
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Y-you're so mean, you won't even let me touch you... a-ah, ahh-
[ Though it's not like she could even try right now. She's trembling, her whole body is weak and boneless but her hips are still weakly pushing back against him. But she at least has enough presence of mind to turn her head and kiss him. Even if she can't touch him, surely this is fine...? ]
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[ He's the Mors King... mean is all he's ever been. Though he supposes that in this sense, not letting her touch him is meaner to himself more than anything else. Still, he stubbornly refuses... even if it breaks him a little as a result.
He kisses her back. Kisses her deeply, even as she moans and cries with every merciless thrust into her body. Kisses her enough to make up for her inability to touch him back, crashes her lips as if it were some kind of apology, but at least in return... ]
Hah...!
[ ...she gets to have her mind utterly blown as his tail reaches a point where it can go no further. And as he does so, his hand grips the scaled length—obscured from Ai's sight by their bodies pressed so close together—and pumps it.
The Mors King, the scourge of the land, is touching himself as he violates the Holy Saintess into orgasm after orgasm.
Truly, they're both broken beyond repair, aren't they? ]
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But impossibly, her body yields. No, more than that, it accepts, greedily clenching down on him. All that fear melts away into an intense, overwhelming relief. She can take this. Somehow, she can. The sensation of his body so firmly inside her, filling her up so completely is overwhelmingly, terrifyingly satisfying. And - and hearing him, too, huffing gasps and moans into their kiss... he's fallen too and it's all because of her. If they're this close, there's no way she won't end up stained by the mess he ends up making and the thought of it is so terribly, terribly filthy that the very last threads of her shame and self restraint finally give way. ]
L-like this, right here - [ She can barely speak but even so, the Mors King always seems to know what her words mean. ] I-I'm yours, hah, yours, s-so...
[ So make sure of it. Make sure she's so dirty, so stained by the evidence of their depravity that nobody would be able to miss who she belongs to.]
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[ The sight of them is far from romantic. It looks more like he's forcing himself onto her than anything else... but she wants him. She wants him so badly it's all she can think about, even as he blows her mind wide open.
And somehow, without even saying it, he understands what she's telling him to do to her. He's not sure how much longer he spends violating her, forcing out climax after climax, until he starts to approach his limit as well... his clawed hand pumping furiously as his tongue mingles with hers.
He was already impure. The darkest, ugliest existence in the world. She was beautiful, she's still beautiful... and he's about to permanently stain her with himself. ]
Ai... Ai...!!
[ And suddenly, with a push to force as much of his tail into her as her body can handle, his body pulls back... just enough to give him enough of an opening to unload onto her body. It's, perhaps unsurprisingly, so much more than a normal human's... ]
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She doesn't even have the energy to cry out when she reaches that final climax. Her body shudders, her heels sliding weakly against the soaked sheets, hips lifting just a little off the bed but the rest of her is completely limp and exhausted, utterly boneless, her muscles trembling. She has barely a second to try and breath before - ]
Aah...
[ Just as she'd asked. It's so much more than she'd expected - her thighs, her stomach, her chest all end up stained with even more of him than she'd imagined. It's too hot, but so is she right now - the Mors King's mess and her own combined are so filthy she can hardly believe it. She's absolutely ruined. Utterly, thoroughly, completely ruined. ]
Hah... ahah... a-are you... are you finally satisfied this time...?
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Technically speaking, he isn't too worn physically. He's covered in sweat, but sexual acts of this level aren't enough to tire a dragon out. Mentally, however... he feels exhausted, leaning back to admire the mess he made.
His tail is still curled comfortably around her, snaking around her waist before entering her body proper. Ah, his tail is still so deep inside her... the magic binding her hands has finally dispersed, but he still hasn't pulled out his tail. ]
Hah... yeah... I'm satisfied, Ai...
[ Well, his body is eager for more... but it's satisfied enough at least with what he just did to relieve that pressure. He'll sleep easier tonight than he did last night, at least... but more than that, it's not like he's lying. After breaking her so completely... how could he not be satisfied with his work?
He uses his tail to pull her over on the bed until she at least has her head resting on a pillow. He imagines her current body heat would make the blanket unbearable, but... ]
...And you? Have I broken you to your satisfaction?
[ ...he also pulls her closer to himself as he settles down, letting out a long sigh as his body loses all tension. His tail remains inside her, keeping her full... perhaps due to his mental exhaustion, or maybe because he wants her to remember what they did when she wakes up. Either way, with the rest of it wrapped snugly around the outside of her body, it's not going anywhere anytime soon. ]
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But as his arms settle around her and she realises just how much of his tail is still inside her, it occurs to her that perhaps she should just stop caring. This is what she asked for, knowing full well what the consequences would be. If the Mors King is greedy then she's just as bad. None of it matters anymore - Fragaria discarded her, throwing her away to die but instead...
She settles against him. Her expression is... dazed really is the only word for it, dazed and flushed and her eyes are so unfocused, her breathing still hasn't quite evened out. She's been utterly ruined and yet... ]
Yes. [ Her voice is warm and low. ] I definitely couldn't withstand it every night... but right now I'm so...
[ She trails off. There's too many words for her to use and she has no idea which one to reach for. But when her expression is so satisfied and her voice so warm, it's not hard to figure out. ]
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Her body is sticky against his… but they’re both filthy now, so who cares about a little more filth between them? He can still feel just how warm and snug his tail is inside her. It feels… nice. He can only imagine what it’d feel like if it were more then just his tail inside her. Hopefully he doesn’t intend to break her like this every time… ]
Hah… good…
[ He glances at her. She’s on the verge of passing out… hell, sleep sounds nice to him good but… ]
Ai…
[ He suddenly speaks up, and… ]
Call me… call me Oberon… remember that…
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... Oberon...
[ She reaches a hand up, trembling and weak, and gently strokes some of his mussed up hair back. Then she cradles his cheek in her palm and after a moment of gazing up at him like that...
She smiles. ]
Mm. It suits you. I won't forget.
[ Then she tilts her head up and presses her lips against his. ]
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Ahh… the last time anyone had said that, the last time anyone had done this… it was so long ago…
He lets her press her lips against his… it’s soft, gentle, not like before when they’d crashed together so desperately. ]
Thank you…
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Mm...
[ She stirs, her body still heavy and sore and - and full, she realizes a moment too later when she tries to shift and her whole body instinctively clenches down. His tail is still inside her - it must have been like that all night and the thought makes her shudder, makes a rush of heat run up her spine. But it's too early and her head is pounding - and she can't exactly enjoy it when, now that she's awake, she's starting to remember just how shameless she'd been last night. She's filthy in all sorts of ways right now and... it's kind of her own fault.
A scarlet blush spreads across her face. It's so bright even the tips of her ears are red. And she buries her face in Oberon's shoulder. ]
Aaahh... I can't ever call myself a Saintess again, even as a lie...
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...Well, that was already a given...
[ He considers continuing off of that. Say something about her being a Former-Saintess now, something about how she's fallen from grace, so on and so forth... but in the end, what he actually says... ]
...Do you regret it?
[ ...is a bit softer than any of that. ]
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I don't. [ Her voice is soft and a little muffled, but then she lifts her face to look at him properly. She's still blushing. ] It's just... a little embarrassing. I didn't think I could be that shameless... or that I could accept that much of you.
[ It'd all felt frighteningly good. But she's kind of shocked at what her own body was able to accommodate... ]
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Fragaria would be disgusted you say? Then Fragaria has awful taste. Maybe he should raze it to the ground just for that. ]
Well... it certainly won't be the last time. [ So he says with his usual grin... except is it just her, or is it a little softer than usual? ] So you'd best get used to being so shameless.
[ And at accepting that much of him. Though her body is still holding onto him so snugly, so perhaps there's no need to worry about that. ]
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I'm really not sure about that. I could manage this time, but even I have my limits, you know? [ Her voice takes a turn for teasing. ] There's no way a feeble human girl like me could stand up to a terrible dragon every single night.
[ Really, two nights in a row of that kind of treatment is her limit...
After a moment, though, her face softens a bit. She'd almost wondered if she'd dreamed it last night, but looking into his face again now, she thinks of the sound of his voice and finds herself saying - ]
Oberon. [ softly, tentatively, like she's trying out the shape of it in her mouth. She finds that she likes it. ] It really does suit you.
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Is... is that so...
[ He averts his eyes. The name suits him. It's not his real name, not his true name, but... it suits him.
He doubts she understands the meaning that names hold to him... and she really doesn't need to, but... ]
...Your name isn't bad either.
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Heehee. Is that so? I guess I don't mind it much myself.
[ Her expression softens a bit. ]
... It feels like it's been forever since I've heard anyone say it. Everyone just calls me the Saintess. ... Not anymore, I guess.
[ She reaches up a hand again, slowly stroking his sleep-mussed hair back from his face and cradling his cheek, just as she'd done last night. ]
... Oberon... even though you asked for the Saintess... is it okay if I'm here instead?
[ "Is it okay if I stay with you instead? ]
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He grins and lifts his claws up to rest on her hand. ]
Yeah... you belong to me now. Your country will never have their Saintess back...
[ After all, one can't return what's been broken into pieces. The Saintess was shattered, leaving only Ai behind. ]
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After a moment, her other hand comes up to properly cradle his face and her eyes slide away from his. ]
... There's something you should know if I'm staying, then. If I'm really never going back, I...
[ She trails off. This, um, really isn't a conversation she can have while she's still in a state like this.
Her eyes flit back to his face and she manages a smile. ]
... Let's go take a bath. Once we're all cleaned up, we can find a nice spot outside and... I'll tell you everything. I promise.
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How truly shameless would it be to tell him something like this while in such a state? With so much of him both nestled inside her and covering her body.]Hm...
[ He looks into her eyes, catching the flash of guilt amidst so much else. He remembers, then, the way she was when they first met... the strange level of resolve she had at the prospect of being broken. ]
...Oh, very well. You're keeping me in suspense, but I'll allow it.
[ Still, she's right... they need a bath. Preferably one that doesn't end like the last one, too. He sighs and sits up... glancing at where they're still connected... it's an embarrassing thought to be sure, but more importantly, he'll have to take care with pulling it out, won't he? Her body has almost certainly adjusted to the size while she slept, but her body might still protest if he's careless... especially considering the rough texture of his scales.
So, while taking care to not shift what's inside her too much, he reaches over and scoops her up into his arms. ]
Come on, then...
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[ He's being careful, sure, which is sweet and all but the motion of sitting up and scooping her off the bed makes something move inside her and a pathetic little noise follows in its wake, her hands scrabbling for purchase on his shoulders. ]
W-wait, wait, y-you might have to... [ She swallows hard, that scarlet blush steadily taking over her face again. ] After last night I'm still... I-it's too much...
[ It doesn't hurt. But with how sore and sensitive she is right now, it's a little too much to bear. ]
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[ He comes to enough of a halt so that she can find a proper grip... before he starts to move again, stepping off of the bed with her steady in his arms. ]
Just bear with it for now... I'll take it out once we're in the bath.
[ It comes from a genuine place of concern for her well-being... but he'd be a liar (he is a liar) if he said that he wasn't still enjoying having her squirm just a little. ]
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You're such a bully... you were the one who made me sleep like this... Ah...
[ She doesn't sound angry with him, at least. But she'll definitely get mad if he expects her to endure it every single night from now on...! ]
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