[ ...what the hell, her voice when she says his name like that feels like some kind of mental attack. If there's one thing he's good at, it's keeping his composure... but god if Ai isn't currently testing that.
He pulls back, licking his lips to get all of the blood on it as a result, and grins down at her. ]
Nope~
[ He doesn't let her sit up, doesn't let her do it himself. Isn't there a saying about how unwrapping a present is part of the experience? He sits up, still on top of her, but freeing up her upper body so that he can grab her hoodie and start pulling it up over her head before she can mentally prepare for it. ]
Wah- [ Oh, that's not her most flattering noise. ] Hold on, I just said I could-!
[ Oh, why is she even surprised? If she's learned anything in the weeks she's been here - or even just these last few minutes - it's that getting a rise out of her like this is one of his favourite things.
It's not just getting a rise out of her, though. All of a sudden, she feels alarmingly aware of the fact that this is the first and only time he'll have seen her like this - without any of her usual decorations, nothing to distract from the final image. Like that, it feels less like she's being undressed and more like layers of varnish and polish are being peeled away from her body.
But she doesn't ask him to stop. Hasn't she always wanted someone who'd actually look at her like this?
. . .
Besides. It looks like she did wear the cute black set this morning after all. Thanks for your foresight, Ai of eight to ten hours ago. ]
[ So many times before this... so many times has he tried to get a rise out of her, only for it to fall flat in the face of Ai's ability to keep up a facade.
Yet now, here he is, bullying her mercilessly and getting noises like that out of her. Best not to thank the Ai of eight to ten hours ago too much, though, since she probably wouldn't have the most dignified reaction either if she knew that the day she decided to wear her cute black set would be the day this happens.
His eyes never leave her body, greedily drinking in what he sees now that one layer has been stripped off. In this moment, in his eyes... it really is just her. Not his Master, not Ai of B-Komachi... just her, and he can't look away.
So to hell with it. To hell with whether this is a mistake or not. They can't go back, can't stop anymore... so he may as well have fun, right? ]
Hehhh... you sure picked out something cute, huh?
[ His hands drift down, and he moves down with it. Technically, Ai could take this opportunity to sit up by herself... but his hands have already made it to her thighs, and are now pulling down her leggings. ]
I didn't- [ She kind of... chokes?! On her own words?! Before she can get them out?!? ] D-don't say it like I picked them out for you!
[ Even though she'd just been thinking the exact same thing. Somehow, hearing him saying it out loud, even if it's to approve, is at least ten times worse as her own panic about it in her own head.
... but he does approve, huh... N-no, wait, she's absolutely focused on the wrong thing again!!
She's so flustered, her head feels like it's full of steam, like her breaths should be puffing out of her in little white clouds. She's not pure or untouched or anything like that - and it's been so long since she's felt this... delicate about the whole thing. Maybe it's because it's the first time it's been with anyone picking on her quite like this.
She shifts back - not enough to sit up, but just enough that the rest of her clothes can slide off her without much resistance. For all she's huffing and puffing, all she's getting embarrassed and caught off guard... something about being pinned under him like this while he peels away all those protective layers is just... ]
[ Suck it, Hikaru Kamiki. She's so absurdly cute... cuter than any other act she's ever put on. Here she is, stripped bare, save for the underwear that Oberon will continue to imply that she picked them out for him, even if there's no possible way she could have foreseen this happening. ]
Hah, whatever you say...
[ So she says... but isn't it only fitting that she wore black for him?
He shrugs off his cloak, a mixture of a black fur stole and various different insect wings, letting it fall off him. Despite his bullying, the fact remains that his face is practically just as flushed as her. Pretending he's not just as hopelessly doomed is just another lie he's good at telling, after all... even if it's easy to see through at this point.
...well, paying attention to his face is better than looking down and paying attention to the other sign of how desperate he is for her, so he'd rather she keep focusing on that instead of turning her gaze downward.
He crawls forward, once again moving on top of her... but instead of continuing upwards, he stops with his head around her navel.
She gets one grin from him before he opens his mouth wide... and bites down on her again, this time intent on putting his mark on the side of her stomach, as he bites down just as hard as he did with her neck.
Oh, he's going to mark her everywhere, isn't he? ]
[ Her heart thunders in her throat. For a foolish, frightened moment, she waits for his expression to twist - for some revulsion to pass across his face and for him to draw back as though he's just seen something disgusting in her. She's unsightly, right? Dirty and unforgivable in just about every way someone could be. Surely even someone like Oberon could find something in her to be repulsed by.
So his touch is a relief. It makes all her breath come out in a soft, heated sigh - if he's looking, really looking like he always does with those horrible eyes that tear her to bits... if even he can't see anything that's filthy, then- ]
Ow- ow, ow- [ Again?! Seriously, again?! She means to protest, but when her voice comes pouring out of her it sounds - God. Sweet and honeyed and shameless. Like she can't get enough of his teeth digging into her skin. ] Aah, Oberon, that's not faaaaair...
[ At least that's in a place nobody else is going to see. The moment the thought comes to her, though, she realizes - oh, isn't that so much worse? Isn't him leaving marks that only the two of them know about all over her body at least a hundred times worse? ]
[ If he weren't occupied with biting into Ai, he'd have immediately reminded her that he's never exactly been fair. Though honestly, he doesn't even have to say that... all he has to do is bite down a little harder and coax out another one of those sweet, shameless noises that embarrasses Ai so much.
Yeah, sorry Ai, it doesn't take fae eyes to see that you've got an M streak a mile wide. Just like before, his teeth leave a deep dark mark on her skin... and even draw blood, giving him an excuse regarding mana, even if they both know this isn't about mana anymore.
He takes his teeth off of her body, the mark dark and utterly visible even with the lack of lighting... but he's not even done. ]
Aaaahhhn...
[ He makes a show out of it, opening his mouth wide in order to press another bite to another part of her navel, intent on slowly making his way up her body and leaving marks as he goes. ]
[ It hurts. Every time his teeth pierce her skin, it stings horribly and yet, she's quivering in anticipation between each bite. She's really never been a submissive girl, exactly - at least, not as far as she's ever known. But now she feels like... like some kind of quivering rabbit with something's teeth bared at her throat. Except, she's not frightened like she suspects she should be. Her heart's pounding so hard she feels a little dizzy and she can't stop trembling but she knows perfectly well that none of that can be attributed to fear.
Another of those wanton noises, spilling out of her mouth in the shape of his name. She thinks that when it had started in her throat she'd meant it to be a protest but even she can hear the encouragement and invitation in every word.
Jeez. Of all the ways to discover this was something she was into. ]
You're even worse than a bully, you know. W-was doing this to my mouth not good enough?
[ ... Or so she says, but when she squirms under him, her body arches up into the touch of his mouth. M streak a mile wide indeed. ]
[ As he pulls away from leaving yet another dark, slightly-bloody mark on her body, all he can do is laugh in response to her question. ]
Of course not.
[ He wants all of you, consequences be damned... so all of her is what he'll have. He returns to his indulgence of her body, biting the quivering and squirming bunny underneath him all over, reaching further up her body. He spends a long time on each bite, ensuring that the marks won't easily go away... and from her navel, he reaches her chest, where that cute bra she's wearing gets pushed up to leave her even more exposed than before... just so he can continue to leave his mark on that as well.
It's as if he's consuming her... greedily digging into every part of her body, ravenously taking her in without a single sign of revulsion...
...and now that he's reached her chest, she'll find that his hand—the one that's human, rather than the one covered in a bug's carapace yet shaped like a dragon's claws—starts to snake between her legs. ]
[ She's quickly losing control of her voice - if she was ever in control of it in the first place. Each bite makes it well up from her throat, sweeter and more needy with each one and she's starting to wonder if there's any point at all in trying to quiet it.
If he's the only one who can hear it... Isn't it fine? It's all his fault she's like this in the first place. When she thinks about it like that, letting herself get eaten doesn't sound quite so bad. ]
D-don't bite so hard there. [ "Please don't stop." ] My stomach's bad enough as it is...
[ "Please touch me."
Her heart's beating heavy and hard and fast in her chest. She wonders if he can feel it - she wonders if it's ridiculous for a woman like her to be this flustered, this caught off guard by someone wanting her badly enough to carve it into her skin.
Another breath, this time a soft but small sharp inhale. And when it comes back out of her - ]
Oberon...
[ - even she can hear how impatient she sounds. Has she really been this needy all along? ]
[ He doesn't stop. How could he ever stop? Here they are, two individuals hilariously terrible at handling their own feelings, who have said to themselves over and over that it can never get this far... but it was always inevitable, and once it got to that point, neither of them could stop any longer.
She's a like bunny being devoured by a predator... it's ironic, then, that the creature devouring her is an insect rather than a wolf. ]
Ai...
[ He doesn't let up, his bite remains just as ruthless as ever, intent on leaving her chest just as marked as her stomach. One near her collarbone, another directly on her chest, another on the other side, and so on and so on...
...and in response to the neediness in her voice, his hand reaches that place between her legs, his fingers push the black cloth to the side in order to expose her entrance... and his pale digits prod at her entrance. ]
[ She should've known better than to even ask, huh. And he's barely even gotten started - by the time he's done she's probably going to be marked with his teeth all up and down her body. The prospect of it, of having to see them all over her skin every time she gets changed or bathes for however long it takes them to heal... her stomach flips. That sensation of her head overflowing with steam is back. But she certainly doesn't hate it.
His touch has her squirming again. Every time she thinks she's fully aware of just how far over the edge they've gone, it hits her again. Just how is she supposed to pull back and make this all stop before they go too far?
At this point, why would she even want to? ]
You're having way too much fun right now. You're awful.
[ Sullen and heated as her voice is, it's a little playful as well. ]
How am I supposed to kiss you when you're so busy with that?
[ He can't help but laugh at that. Look at them, he's hardly getting any mana out of this... he won't until they reach that last stage that they had so stubbornly tried to stay away from.
She's right, he's having fun. How could he not? He's tearing it all off... all of that polish and shine that she covers herself with, and marking the girl known as Hoshino Ai as his... and now, even as she squirms under his touch and makes noises that are reserved solely for his ears, she thinks to be playful...
He loves her.
It's perhaps one of the few ways that they're different... Ai never said those words out of fear that they would be a lie, but he will never say those words in order to keep them from being a lie. ]
What, you want to kiss me that badly?
[ He grins at her, he bullies her relentlessly... and perhaps that's simply his one and only twisted form of love.
He pushes two fingers past her folds, two unclawed fingers... perhaps the one and only show of kindness that he's shown her so far, considering how he finally reaches her neck and bites down on the side he hadn't already marked with his teeth. Her body, from her chest down to her navel, is covered in teeth marks... some of which leaking blood, others mostly black... but all his handiwork. ]
I want- [ Her voice lifts and hitches in time with his touch, relief and greedy impatience all in one. ] I want you to give it a rest with the biting... for five minutes...!
[ Or so she says, but even she knows it's a lie. Even when she's trying to muffle it, the noises pouring out of her are impossible to mistake for anything but needy approval.
Really, it's kind of a relief she hasn't caught on as an idol again since getting here. Even if this is as bad as it gets, there's no way she'd be able to go into work in a state like this. ]
Besides - th-this is supposed to be about mana, right?
[ Lie. Convenient excuse. Does it even count as a lie if she tells it while perfectly aware that neither of them could ever think it's the truth? ]
You'll get more with a kiss than you will by chewing on me like that.
[ At this point, Ai's protests and pleas for him to ease up on the biting are only encouraging him to keep biting, occasionally even using his tongue to lick the blood that leaks from his bite marks. It really is a good thing she's not an idol here... since that wouldn't have stopped Oberon in the slightest. His distaste for idol culture has always repulsed him, it wouldn't be hard to imagine him outright flipping off every single one of Ai's fans.
Because she's his now. ]
Yeah, maybe, but...
[ He takes his teeth off her neck to speak, having left another deep mark there... and suddenly, with no other warning, pushes his fingers deep inside her in a single quick motion as he looks up at her with the smuggest grin he's ever had. ]
[ Her lips part to shoot back with some retort or other but it chokes off at the back of her throat. What comes pouring out instead is a helpless, breathy noise on the edge of being a moan and her whole body quivers. Her fingers curl tight into his shirt, as if there's any chance whatsoever anymore that he's going to stop and leave.
She knows without even having to see for herself that her expression's melted into something deeply embarrassing, but she can't help it. After he'd spent all that time marking her skin with the sting of his teeth, something that just feels good like this is almost a little too much to handle. ]
You're not hungry. You're greedy. [ She's a little impressed that she can sound that huffy with her voice trembling like it is. ] There's a difference.
[ But isn't that fine?
Ai's greedy too, after all. She always has been. In that sense, they're a perfect match.
... Maybe they really are a little too compatible as Master and Servant after all. ]
[ He leans up to finally kiss her again, taking her bloodied lips with his own after what felt like an eternity. Not that he minded, an eternity of marking her doesn't sound that bad after all.
At the same time, he goes to work at her with his hand... slowly pumping his hand in and out of her body as he drinks in the blood on her lips. She's definitely right... he's greedy, and he'll shamelessly indulge in his own greed for the rest of the night.
But their compatibility must truly be off the charts, because what is she if not just as greedy? It's not like she can hide how needy she is for him, not anymore... not when he's quite literally knuckle-deep inside her. ]
[ Oh, he really is the worst. It's so easy to act smug and composed when he's not the one being bitten and touched and kissed like this. She has half a mind to bite right down on his mouth just to try and teach him a lesson but she knows he'd probably find a way to spin that around on her too.
... It's not bad. She doesn't hate it. It's a little overwhelming, but...
She's been so miserably starved of touch for so, so long. Anything more than the slices of minutes that made up handshake sessions - when was the last time she'd been touched apart from that? When has anyone ever wanted her badly enough to have her like this, in a place like this?
Another of those warn sounds pours into his mouth as they kiss - another one that comes out with the sound of his name as her arms curl around him, like she's trying to press him just a little closer into her. For someone who pretends to be as cold as he does, right now he's so warm. ]
I already told you, didn't I? [ This time she doesn't even bother to stop kissing him as she speaks. ] I'm dirty and greedy and all the rest of it. ... but it's not like you mind.
Edited (wait she would definitely be more indirect about that) 2024-04-19 07:23 (UTC)
[ God, on a normal day, biting him would almost certainly get a loud angry outburst out of him... but he'd be a hypocrite if he did that with Ai, now wouldn't he? Nevermind the fact that honestly... he wouldn't even mind. Sure, why not make this the most fucked up, bloodiest kiss ever. Hell, it'd require mana to heal the bite too, so it'd solidify the fact that they aren't even thinking about doing this for mana anymore.
Plus, he 100% would spin it back on her. For better or worse, the control is in his hands.
He pushes his fingers deep inside her, slowly pumping them faster and faster as he grins into the kiss. Inadvertantly, with Ai pulling him close herself... she'll be able to feel his own arousal pressing up against her... specifically her leg thanks to their height difference.
But more than that, he grins into the kiss. ]
Of course, just who do you think I am?
[ Who cares if she's dirty? Who cares if she's impure? She's the Master of the Abyssal Insect... she can be as dirty and impure as she wants... and to prove it, his hand starts to pick up the pace even faster. ]
[ ... Right. Of course. She hadn't even thought. She'd been so caught up in the press of his mouth and hands and teeth all over her that she hadn't even thought for a second-
... He really does want her like this, then. Not that he'd be going this far if he didn't, if this was pure practicality and nothing else. But just like it always is, knowing something and feeling it are two very different things.
She thinks for a moment about whether she'd ever believed this had anything to do with mana transfer. Then she decides she doesn't care.
What does a thing like her have to care about being pure and proper anyway?
Even pinned under him, she can't keep herself still. She's quivering from head to toe and her hips are lifting shamelessly into his touch in time with the pleas in his voice. ]
Th-then... like that, please... Keep touching me. More.
[ She's given up on pretending to have any reservations about this. She doesn't know why she'd even bothered. The Grail, her wish, Masters and Servants - to hell with all of it. Right now, all she cares about is making sure he doesn't stop touching her like this. ]
He goes all in, pumping his fingers in as fast as he can manage, going from pushing her towards the edge to trying to roughly shove her past it. His free hand, tough and clawed, comes up to rest on her chest—still covered in his handiwork—and squeeze her chest. The claws on each finger press into her skin as a result, and he has to take care to not actually deal serious damage, but...
He wants her to touch her. He has to keep touching her. Until every inch of her is marked as his... ]
Ai... Ai...
[ He repeats her name, again and again, returning the favor for each time she uttered his name with her voice... ]
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[ She'd thought it the first time he'd said her name - back when he was still frightening and distant, that even though there wasn't exactly any comfort in it, the sound of him saying her name had made her feel weighed down and solid and present. As if it'd been a reminder that despite everything, she really was stood in front of him, drawing breath.
She'd never imagined she'd hear him saying it like that. And the sound of it sends a little thrill shuddering right through her.
She wonders when things had changed. It hadn't even been all that long ago that he'd been a threat to be gauged and survived rather than someone who could be understood. And certainly not someone she could trust to touch her and have her like this.
He could do easily hurt her if he wanted to. He's marked every part of her torso, the dig of his claws leave scratches and and imprints on her skin but none of that is the same as hurting her. Somehow, along the way, she's stopped believing he could.
For all the noise she'd made before, when he finally pushes her over the edge, she's deceptively quiet. A high, sweet and breathy noise that melts into saying his name while her whole body shudders and curls tight around him. She's clinging onto him, arms tight around his neck, while she rocks into his hand, pouring out more of those noises before she finally eases into a warm, sated quiet. ]
Ah... hahh... [ It takes her a second in the aftermath to catch her breath. ] So you don't always have to be such a bully...
[ It had to have been over time... subtle, so subtle that neither of them had noticed it. Not until that night.
That night when she had been bleeding out, and he had felt panic surge through him. Panic that was unusual, because he could have sworn he couldn't have cared less about being anchored to this place by her.
That night, he had gotten closer to her than before... closer than he meant to get. They had both responded to that realization about as well as you could expect... they both tried to run. Yet despite their mutual desire to run, he found himself being dragged back by Ai herself.
She's quiet, yet he's so close that he hears her oh-so-clearly. His hand is soaked, and he keeps it there, still slowly pumping his fingers until she finally comes down from that peak and her body loses it's tension and relaxes.
He finds himself thinking that it's not enough... and in terms of Mana this is true, but he stopped thinking about that a while ago. ]
Ah... hah... what, you think we're done...?
[ His face is flushed, but he forces a grin regardless. ]
I'm still hungry, you know...
[ It's an annoying sensation, being aroused... at this point, stopping isn't even an option anymore. He feels like he might lose his mind if they did. ]
[ She doesn't speak right away. For a moment, her only response is the way her arms tighten around him and the press of her face into the side of his neck. This close, there's no missing the way she's trembling or the way her breath puffs out of her in soft, steady gasps.
She'd forgotten just how lovely it was to be touched like that - by a person who wants her, wants her to feel good just as much as they want to have her for themselves. Even beyond just how good it'd been, it's so warm and intimate that she really can't take it. No wonder she couldn't stand the thought of going this far before - if he lets her indulge in this even once, she won't be able to stop wanting it.
Finally, a sigh flutters out of her. She still hasn't let go of him. ]
... Me too.
[ Maybe she hasn't moved because she doesn't want him to see whatever face she's making. ]
[ It works for him, because it means she can't see any faults in his own expression. They aren't able to stop... and that goes for more than just tonight, doesn't it? A forbidden fruit that neither of them can stop eating... that's what this is, isn't it?
Well, if they're both falling... at least they're falling together.
He holds her tight for a moment, gripping her so as to communicate how he really feels before pulling away just so he can sit up, looking down at her with his uncharacteristically-flushed expression while he starts to undo his pants. How unfair, huh? That Ai is so exposed while he's only taken off his cloak. ]
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He pulls back, licking his lips to get all of the blood on it as a result, and grins down at her. ]
Nope~
[ He doesn't let her sit up, doesn't let her do it himself. Isn't there a saying about how unwrapping a present is part of the experience? He sits up, still on top of her, but freeing up her upper body so that he can grab her hoodie and start pulling it up over her head before she can mentally prepare for it. ]
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[ Oh, why is she even surprised? If she's learned anything in the weeks she's been here - or even just these last few minutes - it's that getting a rise out of her like this is one of his favourite things.
It's not just getting a rise out of her, though. All of a sudden, she feels alarmingly aware of the fact that this is the first and only time he'll have seen her like this - without any of her usual decorations, nothing to distract from the final image. Like that, it feels less like she's being undressed and more like layers of varnish and polish are being peeled away from her body.
But she doesn't ask him to stop. Hasn't she always wanted someone who'd actually look at her like this?
. . .
Besides. It looks like she did wear the cute black set this morning after all. Thanks for your foresight, Ai of eight to ten hours ago. ]
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Yet now, here he is, bullying her mercilessly and getting noises like that out of her. Best not to thank the Ai of eight to ten hours ago too much, though, since she probably wouldn't have the most dignified reaction either if she knew that the day she decided to wear her cute black set would be the day this happens.
His eyes never leave her body, greedily drinking in what he sees now that one layer has been stripped off. In this moment, in his eyes... it really is just her. Not his Master, not Ai of B-Komachi... just her, and he can't look away.
So to hell with it. To hell with whether this is a mistake or not. They can't go back, can't stop anymore... so he may as well have fun, right? ]
Hehhh... you sure picked out something cute, huh?
[ His hands drift down, and he moves down with it. Technically, Ai could take this opportunity to sit up by herself... but his hands have already made it to her thighs, and are now pulling down her leggings. ]
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[ Even though she'd just been thinking the exact same thing. Somehow, hearing him saying it out loud, even if it's to approve, is at least ten times worse as her own panic about it in her own head.
... but he does approve, huh... N-no, wait, she's absolutely focused on the wrong thing again!!
She's so flustered, her head feels like it's full of steam, like her breaths should be puffing out of her in little white clouds. She's not pure or untouched or anything like that - and it's been so long since she's felt this... delicate about the whole thing. Maybe it's because it's the first time it's been with anyone picking on her quite like this.
She shifts back - not enough to sit up, but just enough that the rest of her clothes can slide off her without much resistance. For all she's huffing and puffing, all she's getting embarrassed and caught off guard... something about being pinned under him like this while he peels away all those protective layers is just... ]
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Suck it, Hikaru Kamiki.She's so absurdly cute... cuter than any other act she's ever put on. Here she is, stripped bare, save for the underwear that Oberon will continue to imply that she picked them out for him, even if there's no possible way she could have foreseen this happening. ]Hah, whatever you say...
[ So she says... but isn't it only fitting that she wore black for him?
He shrugs off his cloak, a mixture of a black fur stole and various different insect wings, letting it fall off him. Despite his bullying, the fact remains that his face is practically just as flushed as her. Pretending he's not just as hopelessly doomed is just another lie he's good at telling, after all... even if it's easy to see through at this point.
...well, paying attention to his face is better than looking down and paying attention to the other sign of how desperate he is for her, so he'd rather she keep focusing on that instead of turning her gaze downward.
He crawls forward, once again moving on top of her... but instead of continuing upwards, he stops with his head around her navel.
She gets one grin from him before he opens his mouth wide... and bites down on her again, this time intent on putting his mark on the side of her stomach, as he bites down just as hard as he did with her neck.
Oh, he's going to mark her everywhere, isn't he? ]
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So his touch is a relief. It makes all her breath come out in a soft, heated sigh - if he's looking, really looking like he always does with those horrible eyes that tear her to bits... if even he can't see anything that's filthy, then- ]
Ow- ow, ow- [ Again?! Seriously, again?! She means to protest, but when her voice comes pouring out of her it sounds - God. Sweet and honeyed and shameless. Like she can't get enough of his teeth digging into her skin. ] Aah, Oberon, that's not faaaaair...
[ At least that's in a place nobody else is going to see. The moment the thought comes to her, though, she realizes - oh, isn't that so much worse? Isn't him leaving marks that only the two of them know about all over her body at least a hundred times worse? ]
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Yeah, sorry Ai, it doesn't take fae eyes to see that you've got an M streak a mile wide. Just like before, his teeth leave a deep dark mark on her skin... and even draw blood, giving him an excuse regarding mana, even if they both know this isn't about mana anymore.
He takes his teeth off of her body, the mark dark and utterly visible even with the lack of lighting... but he's not even done. ]
Aaaahhhn...
[ He makes a show out of it, opening his mouth wide in order to press another bite to another part of her navel, intent on slowly making his way up her body and leaving marks as he goes. ]
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Another of those wanton noises, spilling out of her mouth in the shape of his name. She thinks that when it had started in her throat she'd meant it to be a protest but even she can hear the encouragement and invitation in every word.
Jeez. Of all the ways to discover this was something she was into. ]
You're even worse than a bully, you know. W-was doing this to my mouth not good enough?
[ ... Or so she says, but when she squirms under him, her body arches up into the touch of his mouth. M streak a mile wide indeed. ]
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[ As he pulls away from leaving yet another dark, slightly-bloody mark on her body, all he can do is laugh in response to her question. ]
Of course not.
[ He wants all of you, consequences be damned... so all of her is what he'll have. He returns to his indulgence of her body, biting the quivering and squirming bunny underneath him all over, reaching further up her body. He spends a long time on each bite, ensuring that the marks won't easily go away... and from her navel, he reaches her chest, where that cute bra she's wearing gets pushed up to leave her even more exposed than before... just so he can continue to leave his mark on that as well.
It's as if he's consuming her... greedily digging into every part of her body, ravenously taking her in without a single sign of revulsion...
...and now that he's reached her chest, she'll find that his hand—the one that's human, rather than the one covered in a bug's carapace yet shaped like a dragon's claws—starts to snake between her legs. ]
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If he's the only one who can hear it... Isn't it fine? It's all his fault she's like this in the first place. When she thinks about it like that, letting herself get eaten doesn't sound quite so bad. ]
D-don't bite so hard there. [ "Please don't stop." ] My stomach's bad enough as it is...
[ "Please touch me."
Her heart's beating heavy and hard and fast in her chest. She wonders if he can feel it - she wonders if it's ridiculous for a woman like her to be this flustered, this caught off guard by someone wanting her badly enough to carve it into her skin.
Another breath, this time a soft but small sharp inhale. And when it comes back out of her - ]
Oberon...
[ - even she can hear how impatient she sounds. Has she really been this needy all along? ]
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She's a like bunny being devoured by a predator... it's ironic, then, that the creature devouring her is an insect rather than a wolf. ]
Ai...
[ He doesn't let up, his bite remains just as ruthless as ever, intent on leaving her chest just as marked as her stomach. One near her collarbone, another directly on her chest, another on the other side, and so on and so on...
...and in response to the neediness in her voice, his hand reaches that place between her legs, his fingers push the black cloth to the side in order to expose her entrance... and his pale digits prod at her entrance. ]
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His touch has her squirming again. Every time she thinks she's fully aware of just how far over the edge they've gone, it hits her again. Just how is she supposed to pull back and make this all stop before they go too far?
At this point, why would she even want to? ]
You're having way too much fun right now. You're awful.
[ Sullen and heated as her voice is, it's a little playful as well. ]
How am I supposed to kiss you when you're so busy with that?
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She's right, he's having fun. How could he not? He's tearing it all off... all of that polish and shine that she covers herself with, and marking the girl known as Hoshino Ai as his... and now, even as she squirms under his touch and makes noises that are reserved solely for his ears, she thinks to be playful...
He loves her.
It's perhaps one of the few ways that they're different... Ai never said those words out of fear that they would be a lie, but he will never say those words in order to keep them from being a lie. ]
What, you want to kiss me that badly?
[ He grins at her, he bullies her relentlessly... and perhaps that's simply his one and only twisted form of love.
He pushes two fingers past her folds, two unclawed fingers... perhaps the one and only show of kindness that he's shown her so far, considering how he finally reaches her neck and bites down on the side he hadn't already marked with his teeth. Her body, from her chest down to her navel, is covered in teeth marks... some of which leaking blood, others mostly black... but all his handiwork. ]
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[ Or so she says, but even she knows it's a lie. Even when she's trying to muffle it, the noises pouring out of her are impossible to mistake for anything but needy approval.
Really, it's kind of a relief she hasn't caught on as an idol again since getting here. Even if this is as bad as it gets, there's no way she'd be able to go into work in a state like this. ]
Besides - th-this is supposed to be about mana, right?
[ Lie. Convenient excuse. Does it even count as a lie if she tells it while perfectly aware that neither of them could ever think it's the truth? ]
You'll get more with a kiss than you will by chewing on me like that.
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Because she's his now. ]
Yeah, maybe, but...
[ He takes his teeth off her neck to speak, having left another deep mark there... and suddenly, with no other warning, pushes his fingers deep inside her in a single quick motion as he looks up at her with the smuggest grin he's ever had. ]
I'm hungry...
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She knows without even having to see for herself that her expression's melted into something deeply embarrassing, but she can't help it. After he'd spent all that time marking her skin with the sting of his teeth, something that just feels good like this is almost a little too much to handle. ]
You're not hungry. You're greedy. [ She's a little impressed that she can sound that huffy with her voice trembling like it is. ] There's a difference.
[ But isn't that fine?
Ai's greedy too, after all. She always has been. In that sense, they're a perfect match.
... Maybe they really are a little too compatible as Master and Servant after all. ]
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[ He leans up to finally kiss her again, taking her bloodied lips with his own after what felt like an eternity. Not that he minded, an eternity of marking her doesn't sound that bad after all.
At the same time, he goes to work at her with his hand... slowly pumping his hand in and out of her body as he drinks in the blood on her lips. She's definitely right... he's greedy, and he'll shamelessly indulge in his own greed for the rest of the night.
But their compatibility must truly be off the charts, because what is she if not just as greedy? It's not like she can hide how needy she is for him, not anymore... not when he's quite literally knuckle-deep inside her. ]
Hah... pot meet kettle...
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... It's not bad. She doesn't hate it. It's a little overwhelming, but...
She's been so miserably starved of touch for so, so long. Anything more than the slices of minutes that made up handshake sessions - when was the last time she'd been touched apart from that? When has anyone ever wanted her badly enough to have her like this, in a place like this?
Another of those warn sounds pours into his mouth as they kiss - another one that comes out with the sound of his name as her arms curl around him, like she's trying to press him just a little closer into her. For someone who pretends to be as cold as he does, right now he's so warm. ]
I already told you, didn't I? [ This time she doesn't even bother to stop kissing him as she speaks. ] I'm dirty and greedy and all the rest of it. ... but it's not like you mind.
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Plus, he 100% would spin it back on her. For better or worse, the control is in his hands.
He pushes his fingers deep inside her, slowly pumping them faster and faster as he grins into the kiss. Inadvertantly, with Ai pulling him close herself... she'll be able to feel his own arousal pressing up against her... specifically her leg thanks to their height difference.
But more than that, he grins into the kiss. ]
Of course, just who do you think I am?
[ Who cares if she's dirty? Who cares if she's impure? She's the Master of the Abyssal Insect... she can be as dirty and impure as she wants... and to prove it, his hand starts to pick up the pace even faster. ]
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[ ... Right. Of course. She hadn't even thought. She'd been so caught up in the press of his mouth and hands and teeth all over her that she hadn't even thought for a second-
... He really does want her like this, then. Not that he'd be going this far if he didn't, if this was pure practicality and nothing else. But just like it always is, knowing something and feeling it are two very different things.
She thinks for a moment about whether she'd ever believed this had anything to do with mana transfer. Then she decides she doesn't care.
What does a thing like her have to care about being pure and proper anyway?
Even pinned under him, she can't keep herself still. She's quivering from head to toe and her hips are lifting shamelessly into his touch in time with the pleas in his voice. ]
Th-then... like that, please... Keep touching me. More.
[ She's given up on pretending to have any reservations about this. She doesn't know why she'd even bothered. The Grail, her wish, Masters and Servants - to hell with all of it. Right now, all she cares about is making sure he doesn't stop touching her like this. ]
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[ Of course.
He goes all in, pumping his fingers in as fast as he can manage, going from pushing her towards the edge to trying to roughly shove her past it. His free hand, tough and clawed, comes up to rest on her chest—still covered in his handiwork—and squeeze her chest. The claws on each finger press into her skin as a result, and he has to take care to not actually deal serious damage, but...
He wants her to touch her. He has to keep touching her. Until every inch of her is marked as his... ]
Ai... Ai...
[ He repeats her name, again and again, returning the favor for each time she uttered his name with her voice... ]
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She'd never imagined she'd hear him saying it like that. And the sound of it sends a little thrill shuddering right through her.
She wonders when things had changed. It hadn't even been all that long ago that he'd been a threat to be gauged and survived rather than someone who could be understood. And certainly not someone she could trust to touch her and have her like this.
He could do easily hurt her if he wanted to. He's marked every part of her torso, the dig of his claws leave scratches and and imprints on her skin but none of that is the same as hurting her. Somehow, along the way, she's stopped believing he could.
For all the noise she'd made before, when he finally pushes her over the edge, she's deceptively quiet. A high, sweet and breathy noise that melts into saying his name while her whole body shudders and curls tight around him. She's clinging onto him, arms tight around his neck, while she rocks into his hand, pouring out more of those noises before she finally eases into a warm, sated quiet. ]
Ah... hahh... [ It takes her a second in the aftermath to catch her breath. ] So you don't always have to be such a bully...
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That night when she had been bleeding out, and he had felt panic surge through him. Panic that was unusual, because he could have sworn he couldn't have cared less about being anchored to this place by her.
That night, he had gotten closer to her than before... closer than he meant to get. They had both responded to that realization about as well as you could expect... they both tried to run. Yet despite their mutual desire to run, he found himself being dragged back by Ai herself.
She's quiet, yet he's so close that he hears her oh-so-clearly. His hand is soaked, and he keeps it there, still slowly pumping his fingers until she finally comes down from that peak and her body loses it's tension and relaxes.
He finds himself thinking that it's not enough... and in terms of Mana this is true, but he stopped thinking about that a while ago. ]
Ah... hah... what, you think we're done...?
[ His face is flushed, but he forces a grin regardless. ]
I'm still hungry, you know...
[ It's an annoying sensation, being aroused... at this point, stopping isn't even an option anymore. He feels like he might lose his mind if they did. ]
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She'd forgotten just how lovely it was to be touched like that - by a person who wants her, wants her to feel good just as much as they want to have her for themselves. Even beyond just how good it'd been, it's so warm and intimate that she really can't take it. No wonder she couldn't stand the thought of going this far before - if he lets her indulge in this even once, she won't be able to stop wanting it.
Finally, a sigh flutters out of her. She still hasn't let go of him. ]
... Me too.
[ Maybe she hasn't moved because she doesn't want him to see whatever face she's making. ]
I really don't want to stop with this.
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Well, if they're both falling... at least they're falling together.
He holds her tight for a moment, gripping her so as to communicate how he really feels before pulling away just so he can sit up, looking down at her with his uncharacteristically-flushed expression while he starts to undo his pants. How unfair, huh? That Ai is so exposed while he's only taken off his cloak. ]
Hah... you want this that badly, huh?
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