[ He nods, his grip tightening to keep her steady against him. Then, once she's settled in nicely... his tail starts to properly move inside her. Just last night he'd been thrusting it in and out so quickly, but now he delicately pulls his tail away... his scales gently rubbing against her inner walls in the process. ]
Nn...
[ God. She's so small in his arms. It's amazing how much of him she managed to take, he thinks... but more than that, he yet again has her squirming against him, completely at his mercy.
Being so close to her is addicting, he's realizing. ]
[ Of course she squirms. How can she help it? The water and his arms wrapped around her helps, but his proximity also makes her very aware of exactly what's causing that friction inside her body and even more so, how deep it goes. There's a frightening moment where she thinks that her body won't get the message to stop clenching down on the thing that's been filling her all night but at last, she feels her muscles relax as that feeling of overwhelming fullness finally leaves her.
All her breath gasps out of her and she slumps bonelessly against him, her body quivering just a little in relief. She hadn't realised just how tensed up around him she'd been until he was finally gone. ]
Aah... Hah... [ It takes a few moments of panting like that before she can speak properly. ] Aah, I almost didn't realise... Just how much of you was still...
[ It's fortunate that his tail only gets thinner towards the tip... it got easier as it went, until finally his tail slips out, and he feels her slump against him. The little quiver that goes through her body as she does so...
Damn it, calm down... even if he's accepted this strange relationship of theirs, he can't be flying of the rails and devouring her every time she does something that even slightly arouses him. He lets her rest against her aching body against his chest, reaching his hand up to brush some of her hair out of her face. ]
Hah... imagine my surprise. Such a petite body, yet you greedily took more and more...
[ He leans his head down to kiss her neck... right on one of the many marks he left behind. All of them have only gotten darker and more pronounced overnight... a dragon's proof of ownership, so to speak. ]
You didn't really give me a choice. [ grumble grumble. ] Every time I thought you couldn't manage any more, you just...
[ Another little shudder goes to through her. Now her body's readjusting, she's starting to realise just how sore she really is all over - not just her thighs and her aching muscles, but the bites he's kissing and the spots on her wrist that'd been encircled by his magic. A-are dragons really always this rough every time or is he just especially sadistic? It's probably not one or the other, but... ]
Everything aches now... you really are such a bully.
[ She's getting cheeky again, huh. She thinks she deserves it after the night she had. ]
I won't be able to do anything today if I'm in a state like this.
[ She glances back over her shoulder at him, visibly surprised. ]
I don't, but... You don't mind?
[ She's fidgeting with her fingers a bit. It's ridiculous - she should be more than used to him touching her by now, especially after last night, but there's a difference between all that and him tenderly taking care of her.
It feels a little too much like they're really... ]
... Well. As long as you really are taking care of me and not making it worse.
[ She settles back against him again, comfortably at ease. She'll trust him. ]
[ Liar... but he is at least being honest about taking care of her. This time, at least. Most of the mess he made of her can be taken care of just by soaking in the warm water here, but... ]
Besides... I suppose I'm just returning the favor.
[ She did do the same for him... before he went and terrified her, at least. ]
Hmm. ... Maybe I should do the same thing, then. [ She turns a little and puts up both her hands, fingers curled to imitate claws. ] Don't forget who you're dealing with. ... Did I scare you?
[ It... feels strange to joke about it when she'd been so horribly frightened not even a full day ago but... maybe that's exactly why she has to. That way, she can put some distance between then and now - if it's something she can laugh about, she doesn't have to be afraid of it happening again. ]
[ He frowns at that... or rather, is it more of a pout...? Not that he doesn't deserve it, but he apologized for all that, didn't he?
Still, he responds by grabbing the same soap she'd used on his hair just a day earlier and starts to rub it into her hair... intentionally being a little rough with it as a "retort" to her little jab. ]
[ Oh. Seeing him make a face like that is new. It's... is she allowed to think of him as cute, even in her own head? And the way he's working her hair into a lather really does feel nice... ]
Heehee. Sorry. The Saintess isn't allowed to be like that, but she's not here anymore.
[ ... She peeks at him a little hesitantly over her shoulder. ]
A question wells up in her mouth, finds its way onto her tongue and comes so close to escaping her mouth she can almost taste it - but she makes herself swallow it back down. She's never been smart but she's not completely stupid, and there are enough things left behind in the castle scattered about in the way you might spread someone's ashes that... it's not hard to imagine.
It's not hard to guess. ]
... I'm glad.
[ She swallows again. ]
You don't... have to tell me anything, just because I decided to tell you the truth. Maybe once I do, you'll decide you don't want anything to do with me at all. But if you decide you want to... it's only fair if I listen too.
[ For a moment, he's silent... but he eases up on her and— ]
Hah... so you do have some tact...
[ There's the sound of him letting out a breath, like he'd been tensed up without even him realizing it. Then, once he's relaxed, he lets out a laugh. ]
Is that so? You're raising my expectations, you know. Whatever you tell me had better be very heinous now, or else I'll be disappointed.
[ Is he saying that to put her at ease, or just to tease her with the prospect that anything she says would be enough to deter the Mors King of all beings. ]
Well of course. Don't make me have to remind you again.
[ To think that so soon after seeing his true form, they did that... at this point, she should be fearless, he thinks. ]
Ooh, the Saintess' forbidden secret... well, I see no reason for a fallen Saintess to be afraid of that.
[ It's worded like a jeer, but he's still being so gentle with her... both with his hands and the tone his voice takes. Can she really be blamed for getting caught in the dissonance between the way he acts versus what he actually is? ]
[ But she's still smiling, by the sounds of things.
It's a little pathetic, isn't it? In a whole lot of ways. That the first person to be this kind and gentle with her in... she doesn't even remember how long isn't even a person full stop.
Maybe that's why it's him. She's long since learned the hard way that humans won't ever accept her. ]
... Why did you ask for me? Back when this all started. [ ... ] Or I guess it wasn't really me you were asking for. But... why the Saintess?
[ He frowns at that. He hadn't thought about the reason in quite some time, and for good reason. He wonders how she'd feel hearing that the reason was well and truly a miscalculation on his part... a miscalculation of her worth to the humans she serves. ]
...You won't like it. You sure you wanna know?
[ He realizes this might make her more curious, but whatever. She can't say he didn't warn her. ]
Hmph... remember, your sacrifice was never going to mean anything. I never intended to cease my attacks. My "demand" was meant to be an impossible one.
[ He lets out an exasperated sigh. ]
It was a miscalculation, that's all. I'd overestimated your importance to your own kingdom.
[ The rest is history... though he supposes it did manage to get his hostilities to cease, if only via Ai's own efforts. ]
[ There's a long, long quiet in the wake of his words. With her facing away from him, there's no way to tell what sort of face she might be making or to guess what thoughts might be racing through her head. But then, suddenly - ]
Pfft. Pffhahaha...!
[ She laughs.
It's an awful sound - hollow and bitter but hard enough to make her shoulders laugh. It's hilarious, isn't it? She'd always wondered why the Mors King had no need of her but had demanded her anyway and... well, now she has her answer doesn't she? ]
Aah... Ahaha... It's funny, isn't it? You didn't even want me and... You've taken better care of me than they ever did.
[ For a moment, he's silent. He can't see her face, but it's not hard to imagine what it looks like with a laugh like that. Especially for him. ]
Hmph... quite a thing to say to the one who violated you every night.
[ And yet he's sure that isn't something she's forgotten. He's sure of that, so for that to be an improvement...
Sheesh, for all his bluster, he really had no chance of breaking her with what he'd been doing, huh? There's a part of him that's annoyed at that, but... ]
Well, I suppose you'd better be grateful, then. You may not be a Saintess, but you belong to me now all the same.
[ Another bleak laugh but this time it sounds as though it's trembling on the verge of something else. ]
That sounds like a fair trade to me. I don't have to be Saintess anymore and someone who really wants me will take care of me. Isn't that the best solution for everyone?
[ Her voice breaks. Her shoulders are suddenly trembling. She hasn't soaked her hair yet, so the water plipping from her chin and into the bath can only be... ]
[ ...Shit. What the hell is he supposed to do now? For a moment, he's silent, and the sound of water dripping into the bath fills the room... ]
Hmph...
[ He huffs... and suddenly, warm water is being dumped onto her head, soaking her hair and washing away the consequently, the obvious signs of tears. Then, one hand wraps around to pull her into his chest.
[ The rush of water washes away her tears and surprises her just enough to keep any more from welling up in their place. But even more of a surprise is the warm arm around her middle and the frightening realization of just how secure and settled she feels to be held like this - by him.
It's just as he'd said. Whatever kindness and understanding she's been dripfed in her time here, she was still a prisoner, still held under threat of violence and made a toy of every night. Even that inevitable escalation hadn't started because she'd asked for it... even if it was certainly how it'd continued.
And even with all that... she's felt more safe and secure here than she's felt anywhere else in a long time. It'd be a lie to say she's been happy, exactly, but...
She could be. Eventually. ]
Oberon... [ Her voice is trembling. ] Don't make me go back. Don't throw me away, even if you get tired of me. It doesn't have to be anything more than this, but...
[ What a wretched, pitiable fool she is. But she's know that for far too long. ]
I want to keep being "Ai" here for as long as I can.
[ It's so strange, he realizes... to be relied on in such away, leaned on as though without his presence, they would come crashing down. He's always been aware of exactly how fragile she is in his claws. It doesn't surprise him, whatever she had to go through at the hands of her own kind... it truly doesn't.
What surprises him is... ]
Very well...
[ His clawed hands hold her, the hands of a monster... ]
...a dragon never relinquishes it's treasures.
[ ...what surprises him is how despite everything, he can't help but care. ]
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[ He nods, his grip tightening to keep her steady against him. Then, once she's settled in nicely... his tail starts to properly move inside her. Just last night he'd been thrusting it in and out so quickly, but now he delicately pulls his tail away... his scales gently rubbing against her inner walls in the process. ]
Nn...
[ God. She's so small in his arms. It's amazing how much of him she managed to take, he thinks... but more than that, he yet again has her squirming against him, completely at his mercy.
Being so close to her is addicting, he's realizing. ]
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All her breath gasps out of her and she slumps bonelessly against him, her body quivering just a little in relief. She hadn't realised just how tensed up around him she'd been until he was finally gone. ]
Aah... Hah... [ It takes a few moments of panting like that before she can speak properly. ] Aah, I almost didn't realise... Just how much of you was still...
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Damn it, calm down... even if he's accepted this strange relationship of theirs, he can't be flying of the rails and devouring her every time she does something that even slightly arouses him. He lets her rest against her aching body against his chest, reaching his hand up to brush some of her hair out of her face. ]
Hah... imagine my surprise. Such a petite body, yet you greedily took more and more...
[ He leans his head down to kiss her neck... right on one of the many marks he left behind. All of them have only gotten darker and more pronounced overnight... a dragon's proof of ownership, so to speak. ]
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[ Another little shudder goes to through her. Now her body's readjusting, she's starting to realise just how sore she really is all over - not just her thighs and her aching muscles, but the bites he's kissing and the spots on her wrist that'd been encircled by his magic. A-are dragons really always this rough every time or is he just especially sadistic? It's probably not one or the other, but... ]
Everything aches now... you really are such a bully.
[ She's getting cheeky again, huh. She thinks she deserves it after the night she had. ]
I won't be able to do anything today if I'm in a state like this.
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Well, I won't be hearing any complaints. You certainly weren't complaining about it last night.
[ Well, she was crying, but those were pleasure tears so it doesn't count.
In any case, he runs his claws through her hair, still messy despite being damp. ]
I suppose I have no choice, then... a former Saintess has no problem with being cared for by the Mors King, no?
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I don't, but... You don't mind?
[ She's fidgeting with her fingers a bit. It's ridiculous - she should be more than used to him touching her by now, especially after last night, but there's a difference between all that and him tenderly taking care of her.
It feels a little too much like they're really... ]
... Well. As long as you really are taking care of me and not making it worse.
[ She settles back against him again, comfortably at ease. She'll trust him. ]
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[ Liar... but he is at least being honest about taking care of her. This time, at least. Most of the mess he made of her can be taken care of just by soaking in the warm water here, but... ]
Besides... I suppose I'm just returning the favor.
[ She did do the same for him... before he went and terrified her, at least. ]
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[ It... feels strange to joke about it when she'd been so horribly frightened not even a full day ago but... maybe that's exactly why she has to. That way, she can put some distance between then and now - if it's something she can laugh about, she doesn't have to be afraid of it happening again. ]
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Still, he responds by grabbing the same soap she'd used on his hair just a day earlier and starts to rub it into her hair... intentionally being a little rough with it as a "retort" to her little jab. ]
You really are a cheeky one, you know that?
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Heehee. Sorry. The Saintess isn't allowed to be like that, but she's not here anymore.
[ ... She peeks at him a little hesitantly over her shoulder. ]
Is that... bad?
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[ His first thought is "unusual" or "unthinkable" considering who he is... but he stops midway through. ]
...It's familiar. That's all.
[ So he says, refusing to elaborate and simply rubbing the soapy substance into her hair even harder. ]
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A question wells up in her mouth, finds its way onto her tongue and comes so close to escaping her mouth she can almost taste it - but she makes herself swallow it back down. She's never been smart but she's not completely stupid, and there are enough things left behind in the castle scattered about in the way you might spread someone's ashes that... it's not hard to imagine.
It's not hard to guess. ]
... I'm glad.
[ She swallows again. ]
You don't... have to tell me anything, just because I decided to tell you the truth. Maybe once I do, you'll decide you don't want anything to do with me at all. But if you decide you want to... it's only fair if I listen too.
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Hah... so you do have some tact...
[ There's the sound of him letting out a breath, like he'd been tensed up without even him realizing it. Then, once he's relaxed, he lets out a laugh. ]
Is that so? You're raising my expectations, you know. Whatever you tell me had better be very heinous now, or else I'll be disappointed.
[ Is he saying that to put her at ease, or just to tease her with the prospect that anything she says would be enough to deter the Mors King of all beings. ]
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You really shouldn't sound so hopeful about it. Or maybe I'm the strange one here for expecting you to have human standards.
[ But his touch... really does feel good. Especially when he's being gentle, it's... ]
... I've never told anybody before. Not since I became Saintess, anyway. So I guess I'm just a little scared.
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[ To think that so soon after seeing his true form, they did that... at this point, she should be fearless, he thinks. ]
Ooh, the Saintess' forbidden secret... well, I see no reason for a fallen Saintess to be afraid of that.
[ It's worded like a jeer, but he's still being so gentle with her... both with his hands and the tone his voice takes. Can she really be blamed for getting caught in the dissonance between the way he acts versus what he actually is? ]
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You really are a bully.
[ But she's still smiling, by the sounds of things.
It's a little pathetic, isn't it? In a whole lot of ways. That the first person to be this kind and gentle with her in... she doesn't even remember how long isn't even a person full stop.
Maybe that's why it's him. She's long since learned the hard way that humans won't ever accept her. ]
... Why did you ask for me? Back when this all started. [ ... ] Or I guess it wasn't really me you were asking for. But... why the Saintess?
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...You won't like it. You sure you wanna know?
[ He realizes this might make her more curious, but whatever. She can't say he didn't warn her. ]
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Probably not. It's been long enough that I should probably just accept it now, huh?
[ And yet... ]
... I just... have to know.
[ For herself. That's all. ]
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[ He lets out an exasperated sigh. ]
It was a miscalculation, that's all. I'd overestimated your importance to your own kingdom.
[ The rest is history... though he supposes it did manage to get his hostilities to cease, if only via Ai's own efforts. ]
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Pfft. Pffhahaha...!
[ She laughs.
It's an awful sound - hollow and bitter but hard enough to make her shoulders laugh. It's hilarious, isn't it? She'd always wondered why the Mors King had no need of her but had demanded her anyway and... well, now she has her answer doesn't she? ]
Aah... Ahaha... It's funny, isn't it? You didn't even want me and... You've taken better care of me than they ever did.
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Hmph... quite a thing to say to the one who violated you every night.
[ And yet he's sure that isn't something she's forgotten. He's sure of that, so for that to be an improvement...
Sheesh, for all his bluster, he really had no chance of breaking her with what he'd been doing, huh? There's a part of him that's annoyed at that, but... ]
Well, I suppose you'd better be grateful, then. You may not be a Saintess, but you belong to me now all the same.
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That sounds like a fair trade to me. I don't have to be Saintess anymore and someone who really wants me will take care of me. Isn't that the best solution for everyone?
[ Her voice breaks. Her shoulders are suddenly trembling. She hasn't soaked her hair yet, so the water plipping from her chin and into the bath can only be... ]
Aah... I really am no good, aren't I?
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[ ...Shit. What the hell is he supposed to do now? For a moment, he's silent, and the sound of water dripping into the bath fills the room... ]
Hmph...
[ He huffs... and suddenly, warm water is being dumped onto her head, soaking her hair and washing away the consequently, the obvious signs of tears. Then, one hand wraps around to pull her into his chest.
He has no clue what to say, but... ]
...Nothing wrong with that.
[ Hell, just look at who she's talking to. ]
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It's just as he'd said. Whatever kindness and understanding she's been dripfed in her time here, she was still a prisoner, still held under threat of violence and made a toy of every night. Even that inevitable escalation hadn't started because she'd asked for it... even if it was certainly how it'd continued.
And even with all that... she's felt more safe and secure here than she's felt anywhere else in a long time. It'd be a lie to say she's been happy, exactly, but...
She could be. Eventually. ]
Oberon... [ Her voice is trembling. ] Don't make me go back. Don't throw me away, even if you get tired of me. It doesn't have to be anything more than this, but...
[ What a wretched, pitiable fool she is. But she's know that for far too long. ]
I want to keep being "Ai" here for as long as I can.
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[ It's so strange, he realizes... to be relied on in such away, leaned on as though without his presence, they would come crashing down. He's always been aware of exactly how fragile she is in his claws. It doesn't surprise him, whatever she had to go through at the hands of her own kind... it truly doesn't.
What surprises him is... ]
Very well...
[ His clawed hands hold her, the hands of a monster... ]
...a dragon never relinquishes it's treasures.
[ ...what surprises him is how despite everything, he can't help but care. ]
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