[ He really is so cruel. He must be able to tell how sensitive she is, how easily and thoroughly he's worn her down - and yet he just keeps going, undeterred. Her whole body's twitching and trembling, her insides clenching around him and her hips desperately, weakly trying to squirm away from him even when she can't bear to put any real effort into actually pulling herself free of his grip. Even though she's protesting, the truth is that she still wants more, more of his teasing and his attention, even if it drives her mad.
She needs to try her best, just like he'd said. Hadn't she been the one to ask if she could make him feel good too? Even though all her focus is threatening to narrow to the way his tongue is working her open, she manages to wrench enough of her attention away to take him back into her mouth. She's much clumsier this time - messier, too, but there's no mistaking her eagerness or her determination as she works as much of him into her mouth as she can manage. ]
[ He releases a warm exhale as she returns to taking him into her… clumsily, messily even… and yet it’s the way she eagerly takes him into her in such a way that highlights how dirty of a woman she’s become that makes it feel even better somehow.
She’s taken more of it now… before it had just been the tip, but she’s gone just a little deeper, and he can feel it. He’s fairly certain that much more would result in a very sore jaw…
…and is it really any surprise that, upon realizing this, he decides to further test her limits by just lightly thrusting his hips upward for push just a little more of it in? ]
[ It shouldn't be - but it is. The sound she makes when he rocks his hips up and pushes himself just a little deeper is a sweetly surprised one, but it certainly isn't a protest. At most, she's shocked that despite her worry, she is able to take this much of him even if she knows for sure that pushing her luck much further will only end in tears. As it is, her tongue's already tingling from the friction of his scales and if she tries to force any more, her jaw's going to ache terribly when they're done.
She knows that - and yet, she can't quite control herself. The needy excitement of finally being able to touch him properly, hear him moan, and tell that she's making him feel just as good has gotten to her head.
What does it matter if she's a little sore by the time they're done? Oberon will take care of her.
So she indulges them both. Even with her giving it her all like she is, she can only take a little bit more of him, but she more than makes up for it with how eagerly and how greedily she lathes her tongue over him. It's undignified and it's messy, but that itself is the proof of just how completely drunk on her desire she is. ]
[ He can feel it… feel her inching further down on him. It’s tight inside her mouth… he can feel the way his girth strains her more and more the further she takes it, but…
Aah, nothing some tender loving care can’t fix, right? He rewards her by digging into her in return with renewed vigor. He violates her with his tongue, and she lathers him with hers… the wet, sloppy noises made as a result fill the air…
But try as he might… he can feel it. It’s his turn coming up next. ]
Ai… Ai…!
[ Ah… just how big of a mess will he make this time… ]
[ The soft, muffled hum of her voice is a wordless encouragement, as is the way her hips go right back to squirming in his grip. The wet, eager drag of her tongue is still a little clumsy but it's impossible not to feel the greedy desire behind each slick stroke. She's much too small, too delicate, too human to entirely take him, but that doesn't mean she isn't eager to try.
Ah. It really is different like this, isn't it? Touching and being touched by someone not just drunk on their lust but their need for you and nobody else, on their own greedy desire to make you feel just as good. It's impossible to hold herself back.
It's shameless, but she can't help the way she moans around him, or the way her body twitches and shudders so helplessly under his touch. It's hard to think, let alone focus when her insides are being so eagerly licked open but she can at least return the favour. Just where had he said he was most sensitive again...? If she puts all her effort into stroking and lapping at that place with her tongue, maybe that'll be enough for him. ]
[ It's plenty... embarrassingly so. It calls into question how long he could last if she could take him, and the proof of it comes in the form of a quick twich inside her... ]
S-Shit...
[ His breath turns hotter on her entrance as she finds that sensitive ridge yet again. He tries to fight back again, lapping at her slick entrance so intensely... but it does nothing to stop what Ai coaxes out of him for the third time tonight. ]
Ai... Ai...!!
[ Ah... he can only wonder how she intends to handle it this time as he erupts... this time within the confines of her mouth. ]
[ Well, she makes a decent effort, at least. Even though she's seen what a mess he's made already, she'd thought that surely three times would be enough for him to let out at least a little less... but no, not at all. There's still so, so much - enough that she chokes right away, despite her best efforts, and has to pull off of him, coughing and spilling what she wasn't able to take. ]
Ah... hah... [ Entirely unsurprisingly, she's panting for breath. ] Oberon, you... I can't believe there's still so much...
[ It's probably her own fault for forgetting, huh? As human as he looks sometimes... he's still a beast.
As expected, her mouth and jaw are already a little sore, but... the low, hoarse moan of her name that escapes him, the way his breath feels against her, the twitching and shuddering and throbbing of him in her mouth and the satisfaction of finally getting to make him melt like that...
[ He’s really made a mess of her, hasn’t he? She pulls off of him, seed spilling out of her, but he still isn’t done yet. Before it had just been their waists… there had been some plausible deniability, the ability to hide the mess between them, even if they could still feel it.
That isn’t the case here. It’s unleashed onto her face, her hair… an obscene white clashing with dark purple.
Well, considering how she’s made a mess of his own face, maybe that makes them even. ]
Hah… haha…
[ He can’t help but laugh. Look at her, doing such a thing with a creature like him. She really should be repulsed, but if she isn’t… ]
[ A thought surfaces in her brain, as it always does when they're entangled like this - what exactly would Fragaria think of her if they knew just how thoroughly their precious Saintess has fallen? If they knew what kind of warm shudders and needy trembles go through her at his touch and at the realization of just how defiled she's been this time - and how eagerly she'd welcomed it? Would they be horrified or would they simply pity her for allowing herself to surrender like this?
So long as they'd disapprove... either way is fine by her. ]
You sound so proud of yourself. [ She huffs, but it's good natured - and an indirect confirmation that he's absolutely correct. ] If you're going to make this much of a mess every time, I won't bother taking a bath before bed.
[ Her hips shift away from him - just enough for him to sit up, if he wants. She knows it's more than a little dangerous for her to end up in his lap right now when they're both thinking the same thing, but... she thinks they've both regained enough self control now. ]
Can I trust you to come clean yourself up with me before bed? Or are you not satisfied yet?
[ He huffs back, though he's more amused than anything else. What a thing for her to say when she's in such an alluring state. To say he's "satisfied" would be a lie, and there's not much to be done about that. To say that it would go beyond exhausting her would be an understatement.
But... he's certainly more satisfied than he has been in a long, long time. ]
Yeah, that's enough for tonight... unless you were hoping I'd leave you in the same state as last time?
[ Which he isn't opposed to... but in his current state, they're both a little too... charged to be rational if they keep going. For once, he needs to let his own mind settle as well. ]
[ Giving him one of those disapproving little stares... ]
I was hoping you'd learn to control yourself, at least a little.
[ That's very pointedly not a no, but still. She can't let him get away with doing that to her every night or she'd never be able to get anything else done...! ]
Unless you don't want to come take another bath with me...? I was going to wash your back and your hair and everything. But if you'd rather stay here, I can just go by myself...
[ She's even moving towards the edge of the bed like she really does intend to... ]
[ Someone has to fight for Ai's ability to stay productive, and it may as well be Ai.
With that said, as Ai moves to the edge of the bed... all of a sudden, Oberon is right there next to her, having moved with almost embarrassing speed. ]
Oi, oi... I never said that.
[ He's not looking forward to it, shut up. ]
Besides, aren't you the one whose hair is in need of washing right now?
[ ... okay it's at least a little bit her fault for going so far and for getting him so riled up in the first place, b-but... he could've at least warned her...! ... ugh, and even though she's way more obviously a mess, he's also...
She reaches over, trying very, very hard not to think about exactly who left him in a state like that, gently strokes a loose hanging lock of his hair back behind his ear. ]
Maybe I'll feel up to forgiving you if you wash it for me. Otherwise, I might have second thoughts about doing that for you again.
[ Considering how he was just earlier so against her even looking at that part of him, he really shouldn't be so proud of his handiwork... but he is. He's extremely proud. Yes, it IS his fault that she looks so debauched right now. It was all him. You're welcome.
In any case, as she brings her hand up to his face, he brings his up to gently cup her chin... claw stroking gently against her sore jaw. ]
Please, you couldn't get enough of it... [ A pause. ] But it's the least I can do.
The least you could do is be a little gentler with me next time. I'm delicate, don't forget.
[ says the girl who was pushing herself far more than he was...
But she tilts her hand into his touch like a cat or a bunny being pet. Even after all the ways he'd had his hands all over so many parts of her body, it's always the gentle touches to her face that really make her soften. Really... any time he uses those claws of his to be gentle with her, it takes her warmly by surprise all over again. ]
So will you be gentle with me for the rest of the night, at least?
[ His claw rests at her chin, tilting her head up so that he can lean down to kiss her. His nose twitches, taking note of how his scent so thoroughly covers her now. It tickles his senses in a good way... confirmation of his mark on her.
When he pulls away, he grins... and reaches down to scoop her into his arms to carry her to the bath. ]
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[ He really is so cruel. He must be able to tell how sensitive she is, how easily and thoroughly he's worn her down - and yet he just keeps going, undeterred. Her whole body's twitching and trembling, her insides clenching around him and her hips desperately, weakly trying to squirm away from him even when she can't bear to put any real effort into actually pulling herself free of his grip. Even though she's protesting, the truth is that she still wants more, more of his teasing and his attention, even if it drives her mad.
She needs to try her best, just like he'd said. Hadn't she been the one to ask if she could make him feel good too? Even though all her focus is threatening to narrow to the way his tongue is working her open, she manages to wrench enough of her attention away to take him back into her mouth. She's much clumsier this time - messier, too, but there's no mistaking her eagerness or her determination as she works as much of him into her mouth as she can manage. ]
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[ He releases a warm exhale as she returns to taking him into her… clumsily, messily even… and yet it’s the way she eagerly takes him into her in such a way that highlights how dirty of a woman she’s become that makes it feel even better somehow.
She’s taken more of it now… before it had just been the tip, but she’s gone just a little deeper, and he can feel it. He’s fairly certain that much more would result in a very sore jaw…
…and is it really any surprise that, upon realizing this, he decides to further test her limits by just lightly thrusting his hips upward for push just a little more of it in? ]
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[ It shouldn't be - but it is. The sound she makes when he rocks his hips up and pushes himself just a little deeper is a sweetly surprised one, but it certainly isn't a protest. At most, she's shocked that despite her worry, she is able to take this much of him even if she knows for sure that pushing her luck much further will only end in tears. As it is, her tongue's already tingling from the friction of his scales and if she tries to force any more, her jaw's going to ache terribly when they're done.
She knows that - and yet, she can't quite control herself. The needy excitement of finally being able to touch him properly, hear him moan, and tell that she's making him feel just as good has gotten to her head.
What does it matter if she's a little sore by the time they're done? Oberon will take care of her.
So she indulges them both. Even with her giving it her all like she is, she can only take a little bit more of him, but she more than makes up for it with how eagerly and how greedily she lathes her tongue over him. It's undignified and it's messy, but that itself is the proof of just how completely drunk on her desire she is. ]
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[ He can feel it… feel her inching further down on him. It’s tight inside her mouth… he can feel the way his girth strains her more and more the further she takes it, but…
Aah, nothing some tender loving care can’t fix, right? He rewards her by digging into her in return with renewed vigor. He violates her with his tongue, and she lathers him with hers… the wet, sloppy noises made as a result fill the air…
But try as he might… he can feel it. It’s his turn coming up next. ]
Ai… Ai…!
[ Ah… just how big of a mess will he make this time… ]
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[ The soft, muffled hum of her voice is a wordless encouragement, as is the way her hips go right back to squirming in his grip. The wet, eager drag of her tongue is still a little clumsy but it's impossible not to feel the greedy desire behind each slick stroke. She's much too small, too delicate, too human to entirely take him, but that doesn't mean she isn't eager to try.
Ah. It really is different like this, isn't it? Touching and being touched by someone not just drunk on their lust but their need for you and nobody else, on their own greedy desire to make you feel just as good. It's impossible to hold herself back.
It's shameless, but she can't help the way she moans around him, or the way her body twitches and shudders so helplessly under his touch. It's hard to think, let alone focus when her insides are being so eagerly licked open but she can at least return the favour. Just where had he said he was most sensitive again...? If she puts all her effort into stroking and lapping at that place with her tongue, maybe that'll be enough for him. ]
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S-Shit...
[ His breath turns hotter on her entrance as she finds that sensitive ridge yet again. He tries to fight back again, lapping at her slick entrance so intensely... but it does nothing to stop what Ai coaxes out of him for the third time tonight. ]
Ai... Ai...!!
[ Ah... he can only wonder how she intends to handle it this time as he erupts... this time within the confines of her mouth. ]
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Ah... hah... [ Entirely unsurprisingly, she's panting for breath. ] Oberon, you... I can't believe there's still so much...
[ It's probably her own fault for forgetting, huh? As human as he looks sometimes... he's still a beast.
As expected, her mouth and jaw are already a little sore, but... the low, hoarse moan of her name that escapes him, the way his breath feels against her, the twitching and shuddering and throbbing of him in her mouth and the satisfaction of finally getting to make him melt like that...
It's well worth it. ]
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[ He’s really made a mess of her, hasn’t he? She pulls off of him, seed spilling out of her, but he still isn’t done yet. Before it had just been their waists… there had been some plausible deniability, the ability to hide the mess between them, even if they could still feel it.
That isn’t the case here. It’s unleashed onto her face, her hair… an obscene white clashing with dark purple.
Well, considering how she’s made a mess of his own face, maybe that makes them even. ]
Hah… haha…
[ He can’t help but laugh. Look at her, doing such a thing with a creature like him. She really should be repulsed, but if she isn’t… ]
…I imagine no human could ever compare, no?
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So long as they'd disapprove... either way is fine by her. ]
You sound so proud of yourself. [ She huffs, but it's good natured - and an indirect confirmation that he's absolutely correct. ] If you're going to make this much of a mess every time, I won't bother taking a bath before bed.
[ Her hips shift away from him - just enough for him to sit up, if he wants. She knows it's more than a little dangerous for her to end up in his lap right now when they're both thinking the same thing, but... she thinks they've both regained enough self control now. ]
Can I trust you to come clean yourself up with me before bed? Or are you not satisfied yet?
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But... he's certainly more satisfied than he has been in a long, long time. ]
Yeah, that's enough for tonight... unless you were hoping I'd leave you in the same state as last time?
[ Which he isn't opposed to... but in his current state, they're both a little too... charged to be rational if they keep going. For once, he needs to let his own mind settle as well. ]
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I was hoping you'd learn to control yourself, at least a little.
[ That's very pointedly not a no, but still. She can't let him get away with doing that to her every night or she'd never be able to get anything else done...! ]
Unless you don't want to come take another bath with me...? I was going to wash your back and your hair and everything. But if you'd rather stay here, I can just go by myself...
[ She's even moving towards the edge of the bed like she really does intend to... ]
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With that said, as Ai moves to the edge of the bed... all of a sudden, Oberon is right there next to her, having moved with almost embarrassing speed. ]
Oi, oi... I never said that.
[ He's not looking forward to it, shut up. ]
Besides, aren't you the one whose hair is in need of washing right now?
[ So sayeth the one who made a mess there... ]
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Mm. And whose fault is that?
[ ... okay it's at least a little bit her fault for going so far and for getting him so riled up in the first place, b-but... he could've at least warned her...! ... ugh, and even though she's way more obviously a mess, he's also...
She reaches over, trying very, very hard not to think about exactly who left him in a state like that, gently strokes a loose hanging lock of his hair back behind his ear. ]
Maybe I'll feel up to forgiving you if you wash it for me. Otherwise, I might have second thoughts about doing that for you again.
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Mine.
[ Considering how he was just earlier so against her even looking at that part of him, he really shouldn't be so proud of his handiwork... but he is. He's extremely proud. Yes, it IS his fault that she looks so debauched right now. It was all him. You're welcome.
In any case, as she brings her hand up to his face, he brings his up to gently cup her chin... claw stroking gently against her sore jaw. ]
Please, you couldn't get enough of it... [ A pause. ] But it's the least I can do.
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[ says the girl who was pushing herself far more than he was...
But she tilts her hand into his touch like a cat
or a bunnybeing pet. Even after all the ways he'd had his hands all over so many parts of her body, it's always the gentle touches to her face that really make her soften. Really... any time he uses those claws of his to be gentle with her, it takes her warmly by surprise all over again. ]So will you be gentle with me for the rest of the night, at least?
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[ His claw rests at her chin, tilting her head up so that he can lean down to kiss her. His nose twitches, taking note of how his scent so thoroughly covers her now. It tickles his senses in a good way... confirmation of his mark on her.
When he pulls away, he grins... and reaches down to scoop her into his arms to carry her to the bath. ]
But alright... gentle it is, then.