[ 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. ]
[ It tumbles out of her without hesitation this time. Maybe because she's still warm and trembling from his touch - or because she knows full well that there's no point in even trying to pretend they could go back at this point. That's always been her problem, really - it's so rare that she's allowed to have anything that she wants that she can't help but overindulge anytime she gets the chance.
Maybe it's all of that. Or maybe none of it. Maybe it's the look on his face. Ai knows without even having to think about it that he's never looked at her like that before and she's suddenly greedily glad that she's getting to see it now. ]
And you must do, too. [ She doesn't sit up - she pushes herself up on her elbows just enough that when she reaches her hand up, she can scrape his hair back from his face, just to drink in a little more of that look. ] You're a good liar. But even I can tell.
[ There's a small gasp from him as she reaches her hand up, but he doesn't pull away. He... he lets her see him, lets her brush his hair away so that she can see him properly. ]
Hah...
[ Of course she can tell... he loves that she can tell... every time she sees through one of his lies, he can't help but smile. ]
Then... I'll be helping myself, then.
[ He's been bullying her this whole time, but... just like how she's all his tonight, he's all hers as well, isn't he?
He reaches down and starts to pull off what's left on her. Unclipping her bra, pulling down her panties... both garments have already been pushed aside to cover nothing, but he wants it all off now. He wants her bare and exposed to him, with nothing to get in the way, and once he has that... his hands grip her thighs, forcing her legs apart as he comes closer.
His pants have been, at some point, shoved down only halfway. It's hard to see in the dark, but it's not impossible to see his arousal as he settles between her legs... see it as he presses it to her entrance.
It's almost strange how... human it is, for all of his insistence upon being something inhuman. ]
[ It strikes Ai as he peels away those last protective layers - he'd shed that heavy cloak but nothing else and it's Ai who's completely exposed here. If it was a matter of just impatience, he wouldn't have taken the time to mark her torso like he had or to leave her so totally vulnerable. So why...?
Even as the thought occurs to her, she remembers that stomach churning jolt of dread that'd passed through her only minutes ago, the way he'd all but flinched from her touch when she'd reached up. The sloughed off remains of an insect's chrysalis.
Maybe she's not the only one of being looked at with revulsion.
So when she looks - and come on, of course she's going to look - her expression doesn't change. Soft and flushed, impatient and warm - and when her gaze flits back up to his face, she lays back properly and lifts her hands in a transparent invitation to come closer. ]
When you say it like that, it really does sound like you're planning on eating me. [ Again, that playful lilt to her voice. ] Maybe you're just a glutton.
[ Aah... that feeling of being understood... Nagiko is right, she's too good for him.
But that's hardly about to stop him now. ]
Hah... what, that wasn't obvious already?
[ What with all the bite marks he's left on her? What kind of prey looks upon her predator like that... teases her predator like that. His star, his Titania...
For a brief moment, for the first time tonight, Oberon feels scared as that thought arrives. The thought of losing that, tainting that... he doesn't want that. For him, casually tossing that love aside as if it were nothing should be all that he allows, and yet... ]
...hn!
[ He pushes inside. Without a shred of delicacy or patience, he roughly penetrates her, knowing that if he didn't do it like that... he'd have only given himself more time to hesitate. ]
[ Ah, she definitely should've expected that. And yet, her voice still comes out in a rough edged little noise, all her breath rushing out of her in surprise. It's not unpleasant or uncomfortable and really, Oberon's been so indelicate this whole time that more of the same just feels right.
Still, though. Stupid a girl as she is, she knows what hesitation looks like. And even in the dim light of the living room, even though she hadn't seen exactly what it'd been, something had flickered across his face just then.
So again, her hand drifts up. This time, she catches the front of his shirt and tugs as if she could pull him closer that way. ]
Oberon.
[ When has she ever said his name so softly? ]
It's cold like this, you know.
[ She opens her arms to him in the offer of an embrace. Come on. He's gone through all the trouble of shredding all those protective layers off her skin. Doesn't he want to enjoy it properly? ]
[ His breath catches, and in that moment when she holds her arms out to him for an embrace... she'll be able to see it, the way his expression well and truly softens... ]
Ai...
[ She offers herself to him, and he graciously accepts. In one quick motion, he's suddenly tearing off his shirt, the ruffled princely button-up that she's practically never seen him without. She's bared herself to him, held her arms out to him... this much is only fair, isn't it?
To hell with it all... he won't let this become a lie, it can't...
He leans down into her embrace, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his pale body against hers. He thrusts his hips, barely managing to stifle a grunt as he feels the unbearably warm and tight sensation of her around him. ]
Ai...!
[ His voice gets more forceful, along with the way he moves. There isn't a semblance of kindness... he's taking her forcefully, roughly, intent on devouring her and nothing else. So it should really come as no surprise when, with him so close, he opens his mouth to bite down on her neck yet again. ]
[ Oh. Now they're the same, aren't they? Nothing pretty or fancy to cover up what they really are. He's so pale and skinny that even knowing it's not the case she thinks for a second as she looks up at at him that he must be cold. But then when he presses close just as she'd invited him to, he's even warmer than she'd expected. It's so lovely she can hardly stand it.
It's frightening. She's seen what he is by now. She knows just how easy he finds it to be cruel when the moment calls for it. Is she really so lonely, so desperate for anyone to have her as she is, that she'll look past all that for a person who's even a little gentle with her?
Not that he's being gentle now.
It's hardly a complaint. Even though their closeness makes all those bites light up again each time their bodies scrape against each other, even though he's being rough enough that she's hardly being given a chance to catch her breath. And especially not when his teeth come down on her neck again and Ai's voice crests in a shameless noise, a high, wavering moan. ]
Oberon, you're so- mean- [ Staccato gasps for air and half-hearted protests. ] Not while we're like this, it's way too much...!
[ Considering the fact that Ai is going to be sore literally all over by the time the sun rises, gentleness is not the name of tonight. He's rough, he's cruel, he's mean...
...but maybe all of that is what makes his shows of kindness, his moments of tenderness, that much more important. ]
Nn...!
[ It's probably because of how rough he's going, how deep he is into the heat of this moment, that he can't hold his bite back as much as before. He's still careful to not damage her, but his teeth sink deeper than before as he can't help but bite harder. ]
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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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[ It tumbles out of her without hesitation this time. Maybe because she's still warm and trembling from his touch - or because she knows full well that there's no point in even trying to pretend they could go back at this point. That's always been her problem, really - it's so rare that she's allowed to have anything that she wants that she can't help but overindulge anytime she gets the chance.
Maybe it's all of that. Or maybe none of it. Maybe it's the look on his face. Ai knows without even having to think about it that he's never looked at her like that before and she's suddenly greedily glad that she's getting to see it now. ]
And you must do, too. [ She doesn't sit up - she pushes herself up on her elbows just enough that when she reaches her hand up, she can scrape his hair back from his face, just to drink in a little more of that look. ] You're a good liar. But even I can tell.
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Hah...
[ Of course she can tell... he loves that she can tell... every time she sees through one of his lies, he can't help but smile. ]
Then... I'll be helping myself, then.
[ He's been bullying her this whole time, but... just like how she's all his tonight, he's all hers as well, isn't he?
He reaches down and starts to pull off what's left on her. Unclipping her bra, pulling down her panties... both garments have already been pushed aside to cover nothing, but he wants it all off now. He wants her bare and exposed to him, with nothing to get in the way, and once he has that... his hands grip her thighs, forcing her legs apart as he comes closer.
His pants have been, at some point, shoved down only halfway. It's hard to see in the dark, but it's not impossible to see his arousal as he settles between her legs... see it as he presses it to her entrance.
It's almost strange how... human it is, for all of his insistence upon being something inhuman. ]
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Even as the thought occurs to her, she remembers that stomach churning jolt of dread that'd passed through her only minutes ago, the way he'd all but flinched from her touch when she'd reached up. The sloughed off remains of an insect's chrysalis.
Maybe she's not the only one of being looked at with revulsion.
So when she looks - and come on, of course she's going to look - her expression doesn't change. Soft and flushed, impatient and warm - and when her gaze flits back up to his face, she lays back properly and lifts her hands in a transparent invitation to come closer. ]
When you say it like that, it really does sound like you're planning on eating me. [ Again, that playful lilt to her voice. ] Maybe you're just a glutton.
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But that's hardly about to stop him now. ]
Hah... what, that wasn't obvious already?
[ What with all the bite marks he's left on her? What kind of prey looks upon her predator like that... teases her predator like that. His star, his Titania...
For a brief moment, for the first time tonight, Oberon feels scared as that thought arrives. The thought of losing that, tainting that... he doesn't want that. For him, casually tossing that love aside as if it were nothing should be all that he allows, and yet... ]
...hn!
[ He pushes inside. Without a shred of delicacy or patience, he roughly penetrates her, knowing that if he didn't do it like that... he'd have only given himself more time to hesitate. ]
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Still, though. Stupid a girl as she is, she knows what hesitation looks like. And even in the dim light of the living room, even though she hadn't seen exactly what it'd been, something had flickered across his face just then.
So again, her hand drifts up. This time, she catches the front of his shirt and tugs as if she could pull him closer that way. ]
Oberon.
[ When has she ever said his name so softly? ]
It's cold like this, you know.
[ She opens her arms to him in the offer of an embrace. Come on. He's gone through all the trouble of shredding all those protective layers off her skin. Doesn't he want to enjoy it properly? ]
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Ai...
[ She offers herself to him, and he graciously accepts. In one quick motion, he's suddenly tearing off his shirt, the ruffled princely button-up that she's practically never seen him without. She's bared herself to him, held her arms out to him... this much is only fair, isn't it?
To hell with it all... he won't let this become a lie, it can't...He leans down into her embrace, wrapping his arms around her and pressing his pale body against hers. He thrusts his hips, barely managing to stifle a grunt as he feels the unbearably warm and tight sensation of her around him. ]
Ai...!
[ His voice gets more forceful, along with the way he moves. There isn't a semblance of kindness... he's taking her forcefully, roughly, intent on devouring her and nothing else. So it should really come as no surprise when, with him so close, he opens his mouth to bite down on her neck yet again. ]
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It's frightening. She's seen what he is by now. She knows just how easy he finds it to be cruel when the moment calls for it. Is she really so lonely, so desperate for anyone to have her as she is, that she'll look past all that for a person who's even a little gentle with her?
Not that he's being gentle now.
It's hardly a complaint. Even though their closeness makes all those bites light up again each time their bodies scrape against each other, even though he's being rough enough that she's hardly being given a chance to catch her breath. And especially not when his teeth come down on her neck again and Ai's voice crests in a shameless noise, a high, wavering moan. ]
Oberon, you're so- mean- [ Staccato gasps for air and half-hearted protests. ] Not while we're like this, it's way too much...!
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...but maybe all of that is what makes his shows of kindness, his moments of tenderness, that much more important. ]
Nn...!
[ It's probably because of how rough he's going, how deep he is into the heat of this moment, that he can't hold his bite back as much as before. He's still careful to not damage her, but his teeth sink deeper than before as he can't help but bite harder. ]
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