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[ The hitch in his voice makes her heart throb and her own breathing stutter. She isn't really sure what sort of reactions she'd been expecting out of him when she started but this is... ]

So it is good. [ Another kiss, pressed in gently and warmly. Her low, sweet voice tickles against his mouth. ] I'm glad.

[ It's so difficult, not giving into the temptation to look at what she's doing, not when every reaction he gives her is so terribly honest, but as she'd promised, her eyes stay focused on his face.

There's no longer any hesitation in the way she strokes him, fingers exploring the sensitive underside and along the ridges of his scales, seeking out any new reactions she can tease out of him. She can feel her heartbeat picking up, her breathing coming a little quicker, her cheeks flushing hotly, and the way he looks right now, the way he sounds... his mouth is so close to hers, their breaths mingling and his gasps tickling against her lips - seriously, what is she supposed to do except kiss him again, more deeply and heatedly than before? ]

It… it isn—mnn…!

[ She candidly cuts him off with that kiss… and he can do nothing except return the kiss just as deeply. She’s kissing something inhuman, pleasuring something grotesque and disgusting…

He pulls back, all but ripping his lips from hers to gasp out one last protest… ]

W… wait, something is… aah…

[ Aah, his face… it must look the same as hers whenever he pushed her to the edge… ]

[ She doesn't let him get any further protests out. Maybe it's mean - or maybe, at this point, it's just payback. But before he can pull away from her, Ai closes the distance between them again and swallows the rest of his words in another heated kiss. His voice, the warmth of his breath, the heat of his skin, the feel of him in her hand, the way he shivers and squirms against her - how is she supposed to even think about stopping?

Suddenly, she thinks she understands exactly why he's always such a bully. ]

It's okay. [ She huffs it right against his lips. ] Just keep kissing me. I'll take care of you.

[ Her hand keeps working him over, carefully stroking the length of him, exploring him and seeking out all the places that make him twitch and tremble. She swallows every moan and gasp out of his mouth like she's greedy for them, and really, she is. Her own breathing is quick and unsteady, her heart thudding against her ribs, and the harder it beats the less she wants to stop with just this. ]

[ It really is an addicting feeling, isn't it? The bullying, that is. You would think that a creature of his status would be above that, and yet... ]

Ai...

[ The path goes both ways... and even though it shouldn't be okay, she insists that it is, and...

He does as she says, he keeps kissing her. He lets himself melt into her lips, loses himself in the feeling of her hand stroking his twitching, pulsing length. She must want to look, there's no way she isn't curious, but she's kept her promise...

...but what if she did look? What... what if she looked, but she still accepted him...? ]

A-Aah... ah...!!

[ He can't quite maintain that thought... because he reaches it. He reaches his limit. He wonders if it's because of how infrequently he's allowed himself to be satisfied, or perhaps a side-effect of being on the receiving end of such bullying for once...

Either way, he's erupting... and he's making a mess.

As unbelievable as it may be, he is still a dragon, after all. ]

[ Ah. She really shouldn't have been surprised - she'd thought surely that a dragon would have much more stamina, would need much more stimulation to be even close to satisfied. But he's been making himself wait for so, so long - longer still, if she hadn't gotten her way. Is it really any wonder that he's this pent up? That it only took a gentle touch and some sweet talking to push him over the edge?

She shouldn't be - and she still is, all the same. Even after he'd made such a mess of her their last night together, she's not expecting him to still let out this much. So when his back arches and she feels his release start to spill out over her fingers, a little squeak of surprise comes out of her, muffled into the kiss. There's so much of it - not just her hand, her stomach and her thighs are hot and sticky with his mess as well. Again, that traitorous thought of just how would it feel inside surfaces in her head before she quickly pushes it back down. ]

Ah... hah... [ Their lips part just enough for her to catch her breath, her fingers still loosely curled around him, still twitching in her grip. ] You definitely can't ever say I'm the one making a mess ever again. Not when you...

[ Her eyes trail down without even thinking, just to assess the damage - but it's easy to tell when her eyes settle exactly where when her voice thins out into silence. ]

[ Aah, he's dirtying her... he's tainting her, and he can't stop himself from feeling... proud somehow. To taint something that should be pure is the greatest delight... and yet while he dirties her so readily, the thought of her perceiving just how filthy he himself is...

...and just as he considers it, he feels it. He feels her gaze and where it lands, and his entire body stiffens... ]

Y... you...

[ He... isn't upset. He doesn't fly into a rage at the breaking of her word. But he's undoubtedly frozen, something akin to panic settling in his mind.

It looks as inhuman as it feels. Completely black, scaled, almost sharp and hostile in it's shape... and it really is massive. Forget her intrusive thoughts of putting it inside her, can something like that even fit in the first place? ]

[ A little spike of guilt flashes through her chest. She hadn't meant to - she'd barely even realized what she was doing until her eyes were on him and she'd broken her promise. She should avert her gaze or... or something, but she has the feeling that if she whips her gaze away from him, he'll read it in all the wrong ways. So she doesn't even blink, just lets her eyes rove over the shape of him, the size and the unfamiliarity of it. He really wasn't kidding when he said it'd break her but rather than intimidated, she feels...

Emboldened, perhaps.

Her fingers are still covered in his release and as they curl around him again, the slick sensation makes her breath catch in her throat. She feels her face burn a little brighter as her fingers squeeze and then go right back to exploring his shape, much more thoroughly and deliberately now she can actually see what she's doing. As her hand moves along him, her fingers press more firmly and slide into the gaps between the scales, the sensitive ridges underneath, and he's so hot in her hand - the thought sends a rush of heat through her, too, and settles heavily between her legs. She shifts her thighs together, swallowing hard, and drags her gaze back up to his face. ]

... you really had me worried, you know. This isn't even half as bad as you had me imagining.

[ There's no judgement in her expression. In fact, it's... the opposite. If anything, her eyes are warm and dark, the color high in her cheeks, her smile wicked. ]

It's okay. Didn't I say I'd take care of you?

[ ...Ah, something about how much stickier and slicker it is now that enhances the feeling of her hand around him... or at least, as much as her small hand can even manage around the thing. His eyes drift down to where she's looking, and... aah, such a mess he's made of her... he's dirtied her, corrupted her beyond recognition, that's the only thing that can come of being with him...

And now, he's being reminded... that she wants that just as much as him. To be dirtied, to touch that which should be too grotesque to even risk contact...

He shakily sucks in a breath... one hand coming up to cover his eyes as his pale cheeks turn even further flushed. ]

You... you really are an insane woman...

[ And yet he's undoubtedly trying to prevent her from seeing the relief in his eyes. ]

You've only just figured that out?

[ Her smile turns sharp-edged, catlike with the promise of further mischief as her hand continues to explore the length of him. The pads of her fingers tease along the underside of him, sliding through the slickness of his release, tracing the ridges and following them up to the tip, circling over the blunt head before dragging her fingers back down again. Her gaze only wavers now when she turns it up to his face and sees the sweetly overwhelmed expression he's trying to hide from her. Maybe he didn't want her to touch him for fear of letting her see that instead. ]

Come on, that's not fair at all. You had a whole lot of fun watching me when you had your way with me. Shouldn't I get to to the same?

[ She nuzzles a kiss into the side of his jaw and huffs a warm sigh against his skin. ]

The least you could do is let me kiss you properly.

Hmph... I knew, but—nn...

[ The contrast of her soft human fingers against his hard and hostile surface is... too much. She reaches the tip and he can't hold back the noise, a soft shudder running through his body as her hand runs back down.

He knew she wasn't sane... he knew from the moment he met. Yet this is, somehow, a step above everything else. ]

F... fine...

[ He pulls his clawed hand away. He must be so disgustingly soft right now, isn't he...? ]

[ It's unbecoming of a Saintess - even a fake, fallen one - to be taking so much satisfaction in seeing unravel, feeling him twitch and shudder under her touch. The least she could do is feel ashamed that she's indulging herself in such a filthy way, but no. All she feels is a rush of excitement and a welling of fondness in her chest when she takes in his expression - his flushed face, his dark hazy eyes. He's had his way with her so many times, pushed her to the brink again and again and again, and yet when it's her doing the pushing, he's suddenly helpless. Maybe it's a little mean, but she likes it. ]

Heehee. Is it a little embarrassing? Sorry. I just wanted to make sure you were enjoying it.

[ Lie. As if that's not already obvious by how hard and hot he is against her fingers. But instead of letting him argue, she leans in and catches his mouth with hers again, her kiss warm and a little greedy. Her hand squeezes a little tighter around him as best she can manage, stroking over his length a little more firmly and purposefully - which spots made him shudder and gasp the most again? Where does he like it best? She's determined to find out? ]

Nn...

[ It's not like a human's... though she squeezes it, there's very little give... so hard and powerful that Ai's dainty hand seems to have no effect on it. At least, that would be the case if not for Oberon himself giving away how he can still feel that additional pressure.

She's having her way with him... and at this rate, he'll be adding to the mess he's already made...

And damn it, he can't stop her, he gave his word... but damn it, he's not just going to let her have her way unopposed. He returns the kiss, letting her think he's losing himself in the sensation of her lips against his... so that he can start to trail his claw down her body and between her legs. ]

[ Ah. Maybe it's because it's been a few days since he's so much as laid a hand on her, but the feeling of his claws trailing over her bare skin sends a pleasant ripple of anticipation through her. She's already feeling a little warm and wound up just from finally getting to touch him properly, but the thought of him having his hands all over her while she strokes and teases him in return... it's enough to make her squirm just a little, a tiny noise of eagerness and impatience muffled into the kiss. ]

Mmn... this was what you wanted in the first place, right?

[ She nips playfully at his bottom lip, just in time with her thumb sliding over his tip and dragging across the sensitive underside. Her breathing is starting to get heavier and a little unsteady, her heartbeat thundering against her ribs and a warm, familiar ache building low in her core. Ah... things really do feel so much different when they're both so needy for each other. ]

Go ahead, then. Touch me as much as you want.

[ His breathing has gotten so heavy. Each time their lips part, he practically gasps against her... before he presses his lips to hers once more, hungrily... or rather, needily kissing her as her fingers send shudders of sensation up his spine.

For a brief moment, as her thumb slides over his tip, his hands suddenly grip her a little tighter... his claws briefly digging into her skin... but relenting just before they can dig too deep. His self control is slipping, the thought... scares him. ]

Yeah... I'll do just that...

[ ...But he keeps his hands on her. He keeps his claws on her, so dangerous and yet so careful even as they drift further down her back, running down the soft curve of her body as they reach her hips... reaches even lower...

...His claw is the first thing to touch it, to prod at the opening between her legs. With her chest so close to his, she'll be able to feel his own heart start to beat so much faster. Come to think of it, he's never used his hands down there, has he? Everywhere else, yes... his tail, certainly... but his hands—his claws—always kept just enough distance...

But that's changed now... as almost certainly, a clawed digit starts to invade that place. ]

Mmn...

[ Ah. This is new. She can feel his heartbeat against her chest, the rapid flutter of his pulse that matches the frantic pace of her own. The scrape of claws against her skin makes her shiver - she's acutely aware of just how much damage he could do with them if he really wanted to, but knowing that he's putting so much of his self control into being gentle with her and making her feel good... how is she supposed to focus on him when her body is already so eager for him to sink his fingers into her?

Not that she'll have to wait for much longer. She can already feel his claw between her legs, seeking out the wet heat between her thighs and it steals a hot, needy breath right out from her lungs. It's... different from his tail, not quite as thick and firm but still merciless, the pointed tip of his claw teasing the opening of her core in a way that sends sparks skittering down her spine. ]

...ah, you're... you're going to leave me a mess.

[ She sounds breathless and a little shaky. Her own hips press down against his finger, eager and shameless. But she hasn't forgotten about him, of course - her hand hasn't stopped moving, her fingers sliding down the length of him, the slickness of his release making it easy for her fingers to glide over him, squeezing and stroking every spot she can find that gets another of those gasps out of him. ]

Hah...

[ He huffs out a laugh. He's going to leave her a mess...? He already has... a white, sticky mess, currently coating both of their lower bodies. Coating the shaft that she's so diligently stroking up and down, squeezing and servicing him in such a way that he's going to lose his mind and all but add to the mess between them. ]

It's... only fair...

[ Her hand sliding down his length, running along each and every ridge and scale, has slowly but surely begun to feel... natural. It's so decidedly inhuman, so animalistic and beastial in shape, and yet she shamelessly takes it in her hand and...

He pushes inside. Sharp claw pushes into her core, scales rub against her inner walls... but one finger isn't enough, and before he can stop himself, a second joins it. Perhaps it's because he knows what she's capable of, having pushed so much of his tail into her, that he can't stop himself from going further.

This means that, to his eventual surprise... instead of lingering on the thought of what his fingers must feel like compared to those of a human's... he instead starts to push in and out, his hand coaxing out a wet pumping noise as it slowly picks up speed... ]

[ A hot, sharp breath stutters out of her, followed almost at once by a long, satisfied sigh that edges on being a moan. His fingers are completely different from his tail, but the sensation of the smooth hardness and the points of his claws inside her is exciting and a little nervewracking all at the same time. Once again, she feels so painfully aware of how easy it would be for him to hurt her with those claws but the fact that he's taking so much care to work her so gently... it's wonderful. ]

Aah... y-you're the one who's not fair. You made us both wait all this time even though it's this good... you're terrible, Oberon.

[ Of course, it's hard to take her supposed scolding very seriously when her eyes are hazy and dark, her lips parted and damp with kisses - when she's huffing out warm little moans against his lips in time with each thrust of his fingers. It's impossible not to be aware of his claws, the points of them scraping gently over the most sensitive spots in a way that makes her whole body quiver. Her hips rock down against his hand and her breath catches on another moan. She wants to keep her promise, make him feel as good as he's making her, but it's hard to focus when her pulse is thudding so loud and her body is squeezing around his fingers. ]

Hnn... of course I'm terrible...

[ For the first time since giving control over to her, he grins. It's taking so much of his self-control to keep himself from pumping his fingers too carelessly, making sure that his claws don't cut or pierce her inner walls... but he can feel every shudder her body makes whenever his claw drags against where she's most sensitive, and he wants to do more... ]

I'm a terrible, evil dragon... that's who you belong to now...

[ Inevitably, he picks up the pace... fingers her just a little harder. The risk makes his heart pound just as hard as hers, but he can throw a little caution to the wind, can't he? ~~He can always heal her, after all.~~ ]

[ There. That's the Oberon she knows and likes so much. Not that his flushed, overwhelmed expression hadn't been lovely to see as well, but... something about him grinning like that, all his sharp teeth on display while his fingers feel like they're stroking deeper and deeper into her with each thrust is... it's a little exciting. Her face feels hot enough that it must be crimson all the way to the tips of her ears by now and her voice has dropped into a low, heated moan, the pitch of her voice rising when he picks up the pace and his fingers move more purposefully inside her. She can feel the pads of his fingers, the hard scales and the points of his claws sliding over the most tender parts inside her and her body tightens up in delight.

She really has fallen beyond salvation, hasn't she? The claws that once struck such mortal terror into the Saintess are now buried deep in her and all she feels is an overwhelming, heady rush of pleasure. How unforgivable. ]

It's a... hah... It's a little hard to believe that when you're touching me like this. If this is what being yours is like, you should've stolen me a little sooner.

[ Her fingers trace the ridge of what she's found to be a particularly sensitive scale on the underside of his length, her thumb still teasing over the head as best she can manage. Her hand is moving just as quickly and eagerly as his now, stroking along him in time with his fingers pushing and curling into her. It's... it's not quite the same as what she's sure they're both thinking of, but there's no way they could manage that. Pretending like this, though... it's fine, right? ]

Hah... to think I ever believed—nn...

[ To think he ever believed she was a Saintess... those words coming out of her mouth is enough to make him grin even wider, but he notices the change in her pace... the way her hand finds an embarrassingly-sensitive scale and rubs it in time with his own movements...

He recognizes immediately what she's doing, and... ]

Aah...

[ ...What would it feel like, he wonders? He's already intimately familiar with how tight she is... he can scarcely imagine the sensation of such tightness, such warmth, around him in the truest sense. It's impossible, of course, but...

How... how divine would it feel if it were possible...? ]

Such... a dirty woman, you are...

[ He can feel it... he can feel himself reaching that peak yet again, all thanks to the pace that he himself set... but he doesn't relent. He assaults her with his claws, let's his claws press more dangerously against those tender walls of hers... ]

[ It's impossible. Unthinkable. Both of them know full well that her body had barely even been able to take his tail, no matter how greedily she'd wanted it, so there's no way she could manage this. Even if both of them are thinking it, even if both of them are wanting it... even considering trying it would be beyond irresponsible today. She's only just recovered from how thoroughly he'd satisfied her a few days ago - so there's no way.

Even so.

Pretending isn't so bad, is it? ]

Mm... wh-whose fault is that? I was a Saintess when I came here and now - ah- [ A jolt goes through her body, a shivering pulse of pleasure that makes her thighs tense and pull a little closer together. He's gotten much more bold, his fingers starting to move a little faster and more forcefully inside her, and it's so good she can hardly stand it. ] Mmn- ah, Oberon...

[ Oh. That's the first time she's said his name like that, isn't it? In that low, sweetly pleading voice. She's so wet around his fingers now that she can hear how slick and sticky the movement of his fingers inside her is, but it's not enough to hide the sound of her own ragged moaning. His, too - she can tell his breathing is getting a little more labored, a little more desperate, and it only encourages her to keep moving her hand, squeezing him tighter, trying to find the places that make him gasp. ]

It.. it's all your fault, you know? I'd still be a Saintess if you hadn't...!

[ Her words melt into a long, heated moan when the next thrust of his fingers makes his claws press and curl just right and her whole body arches and trembles - and snaps. Her moan sharpens into a cry and she shudders, clenching tightly around his fingers as the climax rolls through her in a wave - not as intense as the one's he'd teased out of her with his tail, but just as lovely all the same. ]

[ Truly... who's to say that pretending isn't good enough? If it got her to say his name... or at least, the name he prefers in a voice like that... then it's perfectly good enough, isn't it? ]

Hah, please...

[ His fingers don't stop... he continues to finger her throughout her climax. It seems to be something he likes to do... not letting up even as her body reaches a peak. Of course, he's never claimed to be anything other than a bully, after all. ]

'Dirty' suits you far better than 'Saintess'...

You- ah- j-just wait a second-

[ And of course, she's not given a chance to breathe, let alone recover. He's relentless, his fingers continuing to slide in and out of her, rubbing and stroking her through the high of her climax with absolutely no mercy. It's overwhelming. The feeling of his hard scales and the prick of his claws against the soft, tender places inside her is still a little nerve-wracking and yet her body is still squeezing tight around him, twitching and shuddering as he works her oversensitive nerves. Maybe it's a good thing that this is as far as they can manage, because if he's this relentless with just his hands and his tail, then...

The pace of her fingers had stuttered and begun to slow, distracted by the feeling of his fingers sliding in and out of her, but she redoubles her efforts, determined to return the favor. The sounds his fingers are drawing out of her more than a little shameful, but if she's going to lose her dignity, then so is he....! ]

[ There it is, there’s that look on her face… that look she gets when she’s utterly overwhelmed, overstimulated, and struggling to even breathe as her body shudders and twitches from his touch. Ahh, he wonders just how depraved that look on her face can possibly get…

Not that he gets to imagine it for very long before she rekindles her own efforts, forcing him to inhale sharply as she all but threatens to pull him down into depravity with her.

While he’d like to say he resisted, that he contained himself until Ai could no longer muster the strength to her fingers… but alas. ]

W-Wai…! Hnn…!

[ Another eruption, another flood of hot sticky fluid that lands between them. It was already such a mess, made even worse by their bodies pressed against each other… but with a second climax, it only gets worse…

~~(What would happen if that were to happen with him inside her… yet another forbidden thought.)~~ ]

[ Even if she's prepared, even if she's expecting the hot spill of his release between them, she still isn't used to seeing him this way - how his voice and his breath both stutter, the way he shudders against her, the way he twitches in her touch even when he's finally done. Her fingers are a sticky, slippery mess and her breathing is as unsteady and shaky as his, but the sight of him coming undone under her touch is worth it. ]

Ahah. I probably shouldn't have bothered with a bath before bed. You've made such a mess.

[ Her voice is honey sweet with approval and as she speaks, her fingers slowly slide up and off him, sticky and slick with his release. The same thought surfaces in her head, too - if we were doing this properly, would it make such a mess? - but she quashes it before it can take root. Even if both of them are thinking about it, they also both know full well why they shouldn't even try. ]

... it's the second time, and you're still letting out so much. [ There's a little catch in her voice. ] Twice... is twice even enough for you?

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