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

[ He gulps… tries to look away, but his eyes keep drifting back to her. He can’t help but be keenly aware of how needy she is… hell, he’s still a dragon, he can smell her arousal and it’s driving him insane.

The only time he’s ever enjoyed himself… she’s not wrong. Even though he had her body in his hands, he’d never once actually gotten worked up. Pressed against her from behind, what just happened was completely new…

And as a result, the unpleasant feeling of guilt overwhelms him. Not for what he’s done to her, but… ]

Because… that’s how it must be.

[ He says, as if to convince… to reassure himself. ]

[ It's a little scary, just how open his face suddenly is. She's gotten so used to the usual gradient of boredom, irritation and scorn and everything else inbetween that this... soft, almost pained look is almost jarring. She'd been surprised by just how human he looked when she'd first come here but now it's even more pronounced. For the first time, the thought occurs to her that even the Mors King must be a creature with a heart.

Her hand slowly slides down the length of his spine. The motion of her fingers is light, experimental - a little shy, even and then don't still until she finds the small of his back, just above the root of his tail. She swallows thickly as well. ]

... What if... it doesn't have to be that way?

[ 'What are you thinking?' the last scraps of her common sense howl at her. But she's not really thinking - not right now. Right now, all she can really hear is the blood pounding in her ears and the soft, airy noises of their ragged breaths coming in tandem. ]

The only one saying it is... is you. ... will you look at me properly?

[ He flinches yet again as her hand slides down his spine… a shiver as it reaches the base of his tail, and an outright shudder that runs along the entire scaly length. ]

Y… you…

[ He hesitates… ]

You… really aren’t quite sane, are you…?

[ He turns to look at her. Shit, calling her a Saintess really is a joke. She’s practically the embodiment of temptation right now. His expression is a grimace, fighting that temptation…

But his tail unconsciously moves to wrap around her waist again. ]

[ She huffs out a thin noise through her nose and her mouth twists into something that looks almost... bitter. It's not an expression the Saintess has ever worn in front of him before. She's always kept her eyes soft and her voice gentle and though this is new... somehow, it suits her. ]

That makes two of us, wouldn't you say?

[ She inches in just a little closer. Not enough for them to touch but more than enough for her proximity to be just as much of a promise as his has always been a threat. She's never touched him without his permission, knew it was foolish to push the boundaries placed for her but now she reaches up and pushes some of his hair back from his face. ]

And since we've both lost our minds... I might as well tell you a secret. Even before I came here, I was never fit to be Saintess anyway.

[ She doesn't give him any time to answer or protest. As soon as the words leave her mouth, she leans in, closes enough of the space between them to press her lips against his. ]

…!

[ ”Well, that much was obvious” he thinks to say, but she silences him before his snark reply escapes his tongue.

She truly isn’t sane. She’s kissing him. It should be the other way around, with him forcing himself onto her and claiming her lips with no regard to her… and yet here she is, claiming his lips first.

For a second, he’s stiff. His lips don’t mesh against hers, it’s just hers pressed against his mouth… but inexplicably, as he still reels from the development… his body does as it pleases, softening into the act of intimacy as his tail starts to wrap around her waist once more.

Ahh, shit… he really is broken, isn’t he? When they finally separate, he sucks in a breath, and… ]

…fine, I’ll satisfy you then, you dirty Saintess…

[ Why? He asks himself “why” as his tail starts to snack back between her legs, only this time he’s facing her instead of keeping her back to his chest. Why can he not resist her?

…it occurs to him that this isn’t the first time he’s asked this in regards to a woman in his bed. ]

[ The breath that she pulls in is sharp enough to sound almost pained, but then it comes out again as a long, shuddering sigh of relief and the last of the tension melts from her shoulders. Her hands move up to steady herself against his chest and her thighs close, tight and trembling, around his tail. Somehow, it's even better like this - maybe it's because there was that horrible moment of denial, the sudden emptiness between her legs, the ache that was left behind, or maybe it's simply because now he's looking right at her. ]

D-don't... call me that...

[ The word Saintess - she hates it. More than anything. She can't even bear to think of herself as that right now, can't remember the reason she ever wanted to be. Not when he's looking at her, when his tail strokes the aching wetness between her thighs, not when her voice is coming out like that, so breathy and desperate and wanton. Just for once, for the first time in however long, instead of worrying about being the Saintess, she wants to be- ]

... Ai. E-even if it's just for tonight... call me Ai.

[ He's silent for a moment, the tip of his tail reaching that spot between her legs and prodding at it, the scaled surface moving back and forth against her slick entrance. Ai she says... ah, that's right, names... to think they've gone this long without even bothering to learn that much. ]

Very well... Ai...

[ And with her name leaving his tongue, his tail moves past her entrance and starts to grind against her just like before, starting slow and working her back up from what she'd lost by how abruptly he had stopped. His tail continues to wrap around her, like a prehensile limb that snakes up her shift and hitches it up so as to destroy any hint of decency she might've still had.

...It briefly occurs to him, that while he now knows her name, she has yet to learn of one for him.

...but he doesn't give her one. Instead, he leans forward to nip at her earlobe again, his arms wrapping around and pulling her in against his chest while his tail rubs against her. ]

[ How long has it been since anyone's called her by that name? It feels like years - long enough that she's almost forgotten what it sounds like in someone else's mouth. And the Mors King saying it like that, low and rough and heated... it's almost more than she can bear.

All the warmth that had dissipated when he stopped is returning in full force. He's wrapped around her, close enough for her to feel the burning heat of his body and the rise and fall of his chest and she shudders, pressing her face into the side of his neck and letting her moans, the filthy sound of her pleading voice, muffle themselves in his skin. ]

Again... Please, keep saying it...

[ Her hips are moving to meet his every stroke, thighs tense and trembling, and she's so slick and sticky that even she can hear the lewd sound of it. She knows she should be embarrassed, ashamed, mortified at just how desperate she's being and how wanton and needy she is for the Mors King's touch.

And maybe she is, just a little. But not enough to stop. ]

[ It's addicting. The way she moans, the way she reacts... she shamelessly lewd and wet noise as his tail works back and forth against where she's most sensitive. He can't get enough of it, he wants more. ]

Ai...

[ He repeats her name... and inexplicably, he finds himself liking the feeling of it rolling off his tongue. His tail picks up the pace, his smooth yet ridged scales now coated in her slickness. His clawed hand rests on the small of her back, his large palm making it clear just how much smaller she is compared to him.

He can feel his own arousal growing... but in noticing that, he starts to move even faster, as if to overwhelm and prevent her from doing anything to him in return. ]

[ She's lost her mind. It's the only explanation. There has to be something dreadfully wrong with her for this to feel so good, for her to want this as much as she does, for her to beg for the Mors King's touch like a rabbit in heat. And if that's how it is, then that's fine. Even if the shame will come later, she'll gladly accept it as her due, the punishment she deserves for indulging like this.

The hands that had been braced against his chest curl in, clutching at the fabric of his shirt, and her voice breaks into a high, keening cry. Her whole body is wound so unbelievably tight, trembling like a bowstring and every punishing stroke just stirs her head up even more. She has the hazy, distant thought that she must be making such a mess of his tail and it hits her low and hard in her belly, pulling a whimper out of her throat. ]

Mm...! Like that, like that- please-

[ Even she isn't sure what she's begging for at this point. Her hips buck, rocking into the thrusts of his tail with no concern for anything but how good it feels - and she gives up on muffling her voice, tilting her face up towards his again and meeting him in another kiss. ]

[ He wonders how it is that he manages to keep moving his tail as she tilts her head up and kisses him again. A kiss... that's all it took to start this up again, isn't it? Her every movement, her every cry... all of it is so lewd that the idea that the woman before him was ever considered a Saintess—the epitome of purity—feels like a bad joke.

Though perhaps humanity's idea of a Saintess was a bad joke from the get-go... but that's neither here nor there anymore. As she bucks her hips into him, he pushes his tail even harder against her nethers. His tail is utterly soaked with her juices... he imagines that the scent of her arousal will remain on his tail just to drive him crazy even after tonight.

He picks up the pace... and he returns her kiss. She kisses the Mors King and he kisses back... truly, nothing makes sense anymore. They've both lost their minds. ]

...!

[ And if they've already lost their minds, then he may as well make it official. His clawed hand grips her shift, and suddenly the thin cloth is torn off... the weak material ripping oh so easily as he pulls it off and mindlessly discards it. Some of it remains... but what remains is so little it only serves to accentuate her fall from her supposed grace. ]

[ She pulls in a sharp gasp between their lips - whether it's the embarrassment of being disrobed so thoroughly or the way his tail is grinding into her or something else entirely is impossible to tell. Even she doesn't know. It's all bleeding together in her head, embarrassment and shamelessness, greed and satisfaction, all of it blurring at the edges until she can't tell where anything ends or begins.

But even as her thoughts scatter, there's one thing that stands out, clearer than any of the rest. ]

T-too... too much- I can't- ah-

[ Despite her words, it's not a protest - not in a voice like that and certainly not when she's still so greedily bucking her hips, chasing his touch. She's not sure how much longer she can hold on, greedy desire coiling tighter and tighter in her belly, hot and desperate and aching but she's not ready for this to be over. There's a little part of her that's terrified at the thought that once this ends, she might never get to have it again - and those tattered scraps of her dignity, common sense, everything else she's tossed aside remind her that should be a good thing. ]

[ He doesn't stop. He knows what her protests really are, and at this point, he wouldn't be able to bring himself to stop even if she begged and pleaded for him to do so. His hand rests on her back again, his claws digging into her skin just enough to hurt but not enough to draw blood... ]

Ai...

[ Her name... it's such a wonderful name, he finds himself thinking. Names are important, special, especially to him... not that he's ever been satisfied with any of his names. All except for one...

He wonders if he'll feel the same later, if this is the last time such a thing will happen between them. He could see himself putting an end to this relationship after this, hiding her away like a true prisoner and letting this moment of raw desire be completely forgotten.

He's not sure. In this moment of pure irrationality, he doesn't know what he'll do once he's regained his sanity... but if that should be the case, he will make sure at least that she will never forget.

With no regard to her gasps and pleas claiming that it was already too much... his tail suddenly recedes further than before, far enough that for a brief moment, his entire tail leaves her entrance... save for his pointed tip. ]

Hn...!

[ And ruthlessly, mercilessly... he plunges the tip of his tail past her entrance and into the slick warmth of the former Saintess known as Ai. ]

[ Hearing him say her name like that is so dangerous. When he breathes it so warmly, like he's just as drunk on her as she is on him, she's not sure she'll be able to go back. It's terrifying, just how quickly she's losing herself to him - and it's made all the worse, somehow, by the way his claws press into her back. This isn't right, this isn't right at all - she shouldn't be giving herself to any man, let alone a beast like him. She shouldn't have given him her name, shouldn't have begged him for his, shouldn't be clinging so desperately to him or but even knowing that, she can't help herself. Ever since she was dragged into the light as the Saintess all she's ever done is give and give so just this once- if just this once she can- ]

Ah...?!

[ For a few brief, agonizing seconds, she thinks he really might stop there, when she's so achingly close - then she's suddenly full. So suddenly that it takes her a split seco to process exactly what's happened. But once it does -

If the noises she's made before had been bad enough, now the noise that spills out of her is the height of indecency. She can't even manage a real word, only a gasping, choked-off moan, her hips bucking violently as her body bows under his touch, everything taught and tight and clenched. It's good, it's so good, almost more than she can stand. The Mors King is inside her, thick and solid and real, and every time her hips roll forward, the smooth, textured surface of his tail grinds against her and it's so intense that for a second she thinks he really might be following through on his promise to break her - and that it was going to feel like this when he did, she's sorry he waited so long.

Ah, she thinks. I really am the worst.

She climaxes hard enough to punch all the breath out of her lungs in a long, shuddering cry, and it's so strong that she goes limp, boneless and breathless - if he weren't holding her against him, she probably would have melted into the bed. Her head is spinning, her thoughts hazy and scattered, her nerves are buzzing so intensely that all she can do is cling to him, shuddering and gasping and completely overwhelmed. ]

[ The first thing the Mors King realizes as he plunges his tail inside her... is just how readily she takes him. Second is how warm it is, and third is how tight she is. Claimed by a beast, violated in all the ways that matter, he feels her climax... the way she tightens around him, the spray of fluid onto his scales.

As she shakes and cries and shudders through orgasm, he holds her body firm, preventing her from limply melting onto the bed right then and there... though her eyes are already so hazy that he doubts that it would've made a difference either way. ]

Hah... hah...

[ He remains like that, his tail still deep inside her, letting her shudder and shake as she comes down from an unimaginable high. In a way, how else can he describe her right now other than "broken"? He almost laughs. To think that this is the woman who offered herself up to be broken by him... if he had been serious about that from the start, the poor woman wouldn't have lasted even five minutes if this is her state right now.

Her state right now... limp, breathless, all but melting into him with a truly lewd and disgraceful look on her face...

It occurs to him that, in this moment, he is unbearably aroused. Not that what he just did wasn't pleasurable to him in a sense... but he can't help but be painfully aware of his monstrous arousal.

It would be so easy. She can't even resist. She might break free of her stupor to protest if she saw him, but that's hardly a reason for him to stop, isn't it? All it'd take is to just pin her down so that she can't even flail, force himself in, and... ]

Ah...

[ No... no, that's enough. That's enough, and he means it this time. His tail still inside her, he gently sets her limp body onto the bed, slipping her indecent body underneath the covers.

~~She might have reason to complain about the tatters her shift has been left in, but it's not as though she'll have much use for a shift from now on.~~

His clawed hand reaches up to brush the stray strands of her hair away from her sweat-covered face... and only then does he slowly bring his tail back, gently pulling it out of her so as to not overstimulate her further. ]

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[ Drunk really is the word for it - she feels hot and lightheaded, shuddering warmly under his touch on her oversensitive skin. Her eyes are hazy, pupils blown huge and each breath is shallow, gasping and uneven. She can only imagine what sort of sight she must make right now - flushed and disheveled, panting and shaking and soaked with sweat and the sticky, dirty proof of her indecency all over her thighs. D-did she really make that much of a mess...?

She's pliant as a doll when he lays her down, the place in her head that had been overflowing with need just a few moments ago gradually filling with a sleepy, dazed satisfaction instead. When he pulls his tail back, she whimpers - her body is still buzzing, nerves jangling and jumping from the sheer strength of her climax. But even that feels good, not in a way that reignites her arousal but the sweet ache of bone deep satisfaction.

Just what sort of expression must she be making right now?

She's already flushed but somehow she goes even redder and covers her face with her hands. ]

D-don't look at me right now...

[ It's a meek, half-hearted protest - shyness and embarrassment rather than shame or regret. ]

[ He lets out a small laugh at the sudden rebirth of her sense of shame. ]

Hah... it's a bit late for that, Sai...

[ He trails off into a pause before clearing his throat, making his decision, and starting again. ]

...It's a bit late for that, Ai... but very well.

[ ~~She asked him to call her that, at least for tonight, didn't she?~~ Seriously, after the faces she'd just been shameless baring to him, getting embarrassed now must be the height of comedy. He grins... but it's more genuine than usual. Less sinister, more amusement at her shame.

He sighs and moves to slip under the covers himself, turning his back to her so as to hide the painful erection that aches for relief. He can feel all of the fluids on his tail, the scent soaked into his scales... all of that certainly isn't helping, but it's not as if he's incapable of simply waiting it out and letting it go away on it's own. ]

Sleep well and satisfied, Ai.

[ As if she could even think of doing anything else right now. Her shift might be in tatters but between the sheets and that lovely warmth still buzzing under her skin is more than enough to ward off the cold and she feels so deeply sated and wonderfully exhausted that the idea of doing anything but sleeping is an impossibility.

But then his voice catches in her head, the word snagging like cloth on a nail - satisfied. And it occurs to her much too late that while her greed has been slaked for the time being, she wasn't given the chance to do anything more than kiss him. And she knows full well from how close they'd been pressed together that the Mors King hadn't been satisfied in any way shape or form.

She looks at the solid shape of his back, considerably more at ease than it had been the first time she'd seen it tonight. A little part of her wants to reach out and make contact again, to ask for just a little bit more...

But then she forcefully douses the thought. No. This is more than enough, for both of them. She forces herself to roll over and when she speaks up, her voice is low and drowsy. ]

Mm. Goodnight.

[ And unsurprisingly she does - the well-earned, deep and restful sleep of someone wrung out to the very limits of their exhaustion. She doesn't stir once through the rest of the night. ]

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...

[ "Goodnight"... to think that he'd one day be on the receiving end of such words, spoken so softly. He remains still and silent, but... it's not a bad feeling.

Still, what he just did was still tiring... not physically, not for him, but mentally? He feels exhausted. He ignores the unsatisfied arousal deep within him and drifts off to a truly deep sleep.

And yet... perhaps as his body's retaliation for forcing himself to go unsatisfied, his tail unconsciously slips back towards Ai...

Until when morning finally comes, Ai will find herself waking up to his tail wrapped possessively around her waist. ]

[ It takes her a long while to wake up. Like that first night, she sleeps so deeply that it's late in the morning when she finally stirs, much later than she usually wakes and it takes a long, long moment for her brain to properly start back up. She has the slightly hazy thought as she drifts awake that the sheets are heavier and warmer than she's used to them being but it's not until she peels her eyes open that- ]

... Um...

[ Oh. Now she's definitely awake. This would be right around the time that she should start having some very strong thoughts about what happened last night but her brain is being stalled out by the weight of his tail, of all parts of him, wrapped around her. D-did he do that on purpose or something?! ]

...

[ Inexplicably, despite Ai's first assumption... the Mors King is still fully asleep. His tail remains wrapped tightly around her abdomen, but his chest rises and falls in the same way it always does when he slumbers.

This is the first time his tail has ever done this, however... how fitting. Last night was also the first time he'd ever used his tail in that manner as well. ]

[ Ah, this is... super embarrassing. It's not like there's any trace of what they did last night that she can see but she knows and that's more than enough. She waits for shame to bubble up, some kind of guilt or regret - and it's not as if she doesn't feel anything, it's just not quite like she expected. There's no doubt that it had been a bad idea, but she can't bring herself to be sorry, either.

A bitter smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. This isn't a feeling that any Saintess should be proud of, is it?

Her hand drifts down and slowly brushes over his tail, her fingertips gently tracing the scales. The texture is strange, smooth and sleek and warm, but not entirely unpleasant. ... well, it certainly hadn't been unpleasant last night, anyway.

The two of them really are in deep, deep trouble, aren't they? ]

[ Surprisingly, of all things, its her fingers brushing over his tail that gets him to stir. It shifts, scales rubbing against the bare surface of her skin... to think that those same scales were used in such a manner last night. He owes an apology to all those who were felled by a lash of his tail in the past. ]

Hn...

[ Still, for better or worse, he was successful in sleeping off his pent-up desire. There's a low rumble to his voice as he turns over, eyes just slightly open as he glances in her direction. ]

...

[ ...For a moment, there's no reaction. Then, with the realization of where his tail is, his eyes widen.

...he still says nothing, but his tail slowly starts to recede and unwrap from around her as he promptly looks away.

He's not embarrassed, shut up. ]

[ The moment his eyes settle on her, she becomes deeply, deeply aware of just what a state she's in. Her shift is still in tatters and the result is her looking somehow even more immodest than if she'd been left completely bare and that's not even getting into her dishevelled hair and the steadily increasing flush covering her face and down her neck. She parts her lips wanting to - she doesn't even know. Apologize? Pretend nothing had happened? But then the warm weight of his tail unfurls from around her and as he looks away, she realises - oh. he's embarrassed too.

She stares for a moment, then has to press her lips together to suppress the smile threatening to curl up the corners of her mouth. The Mors King, the terrifying creature she'd been sent here to fend off... is embarrassed, just like she is. It's almost...

Well. It makes things a little easier, anyway. ]

... Good morning.

...Yeah.

[ As if they can pretend nothing happened... even if he'd really like to. Just one look at her was enough to make the memories come flooding back, and he's sure that would be the case even if she wasn't dressed so provocatively.

Which is, of course, his own fault. ]

...You're quite the woman, you know that?

[ He lets out a sigh. It's not like he can really talk... though he does have the excuse of this being the whole purpose of her staying here anyway. ]

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