decorator | a stolen fruit; a childish sin has taken root

...!

[ He all but tenses up against her as her words spill from her mouth. To think that they'd reach this point... this point where she'd freely wield words that would affect him this strongly. Her hands in his hair, her chest against his, the rhythm of her hips slapping against his again and again...

It's enough to drive anyone mad, he thinks. ]

Ai...!

[ He suddenly holds her tighter, one hand coming up to grip the back of her head and pull her down into a kiss. He keeps his hips from moving, but his grip is so tight, he may as well be begging her to keep going. ]

[ Oh. He snapped a little bit. He's kissed her roughly before but this is a little different - it's not just needy, but desperate. Like he'll die if he doesn't get to

Maybe she's been just a little too mean after all.

Her hand strokes down to cradle the back of his head as they kiss and the slow, steady rhythm eases into something a little faster, a little more impatient. He's not the only one whose control is starting to fray a little. ]

Am I driving you a little too crazy? Sorry, sorry. [ She huffs that against his lips, still kissing him between every word. ] But it's okay. You held back as much as you could. You were such a good boy.

[ Another kiss. This time, she nips at his mouth. ]

You don't have to hold back now. Take as much of me as you want and do what you want.

Ai...!!

[ Her name spills out, barely able to say anything else. She praises him, soothes him... tells him he's a good boy, and it drives him mad. Yet still, he holds back, even as she drives him to his limit... he held back. Pressure built, but he kept the lid tight...

...So when she pulled that lid off, the result was a given, wasn't it?

He immediately bucks his hips with enough strength that it lifted Ai up with it, the hand around her back moving down to grip her waist as he starts to fuck her wildly and desperately. ]

[ It's exactly what she'd expected - and she's still not prepared for it at all. She hadn't expected him to have been this wound up and needy - he already came twice, didn't he?! - but now he's taking her so desperately... Oh, there's no doubt about it. She was absolutely too mean to him.

So she kisses him again, pours her moans into his mouth and even as her whole body rocks onto him with the force of each thrust, she's hugging him tight. She wants them pressed together as close as they can be for as long as he needs to have his fill of her. ]

Aaaah, I'm gonna end up with your fingerprints all over my bruises again, you bully... but that's fine...! I love it when you hold me this tight, I really do-

[ She carries on like that, spilling more and more of those affectionate words into their kiss - but in his eyes, it's an endless repetition, the one thing she'll never say out loud to him;

"I love you, I love you, I love you so much. Please love me. Please don't stop." ]

[ Twice was never enough... and now, she's paying for everything she's done tonight. She's wound him up almost excessively, and to top it all off, she's set him off onto herself. ]

Aah... Aaah...!!

[ He suddenly shoots upright, pushing her backwards and down onto the bed, reversing their positions. He wraps both arms aroud her and holds her close, his chest still pressed against hers... but now pistoning down into her at full speed.

Every word she says... everything accompanied by the truth of her begging him to love her more and more... how the hell is he supposed to hold back anymore? How else can this night end now... aside from ending with Ai completely broken and him completely drained?

He's barely even holding back his own strength anymore... his hips already slamming into her with enough force to bruise, and the night may as well have just begun. It'll be a miracle if she can even walk after this. ]

Don't stop...! Keep talking, Ai...!

[ Keep teasing him, keep provoking him, keep telling him how much you love him... ]

[ She can't talk, at least not right away. For a good minute, the only thing that comes out of her mouth are shallow cries, half-formed gasps of his name. Even without her managing to put words to it, though, it's so easy to hear just how much she loves it - how much she loves him - in every noise that spills past her lips, especially when they finally take shape; his name spills out of her, louder and sharper with every thrust.]

O-Oberon - aah-!

[ With her needy voice, there's no way to mistake her words for the shameless begging they really are. Every plea that breaks past her lips only sounds more eager than the last, even as the pitch keeps climbing higher and higher, especially as the pace he's set drives her closer and closer to the edge. ]

Please - Oberon, I love this - I love it, please, please, please, I -

[- need more, she needs so much more. She needs all of him, everything he has to give - she wants to lose herself to this and drown in it entirely, until she's completely beyond repair. ]

[ He'll break her... he's using so much force that she might really break before the night is over, but he doesn't stop. He'll break her completely until she can't even be put back together, until the signs of his handiwork are left so thoroughly engraved into what remains that she'll never be able to unfeel his influence.

The bed creaks with every single thrust... but it feels like even if the bed were to collapse from the strain, he still wouldn't stop. He's just keep going no matter what happens... hell, a command seal might not even be enough to stop him now. ]

Ai, Ai, Ai, Ai...!!

[ He bites down on her neck... an act that's hardly unusual at this point, but it's somehow so much more feral this time... like he really is trying to devour her. ]

[ When she hears him breathlessly repeating her name like that, something inside Ai snaps entirely - like he's managed to push her over some invisible precipice and send her free falling straight down. It's impossible to keep track of anything anymore - whether it's minutes, hours, seconds - nothing else matters except the way he's holding onto her, touching her, loving her. All she can think of is how desperately he's claiming her, marking her, making her his, all over again - ]

Aah- Oberon, you're so mean, you're so-

[- and how she wants it, too. Just as much as he does. She wants all of it. She curls her legs around him, clinging tight, like she can't stand any distance between them, like she's afraid he might stop if she lets go - ]

But I love it, I love -

[ And for the first time that night, she finally breaks. Her voice cracks high, every moan that spills out of her turning into helpless crying as she reaches her limit and topples straight over the edge, trembling and twitching helplessly underneath him all while he keeps driving into her relentlessly. ]

[ He doesn't even stop when she breaks, he just keeps going... keeps plowing into her again and again. He holds her, touches her, bites her, loves her... it's the only thing that matters.

And if that should mean that he breaks as well... then they'll break together. ]

Ai...!!

[ He slams himself into her and unloads, filling her with his essence with a long, sensual moan... yet he still wastes no time in immediately continuing to plow into her once again the instant his climax ends. She's toppled over the edge... he's toppled over the edge... and yet it isn't enough. ]

[ Ah. She's really in trouble now, isn't she? She hadn't expected him to stop, not when she'd made a point of winding him up so gentle and so sweetly, but she'd at least expected him to pause for breath. But instead here he is, still going - harder than ever before - and leaving her completely helpless to do anything but cling to him and let herself be loved and used all over again. ]

Oberon - Oberon, wait - You're so-

[ Of course he doesn't wait. Of course he doesn't stop. He's too far gone for that, just as desperate for more as she is. She really is going to end up such a mess - but she doesn't ask him to stop, even though it's so much, it's too much, she's already so sensitive. All she can do is wrap her arms tight around his shoulders and bury her face against his neck as she moans shamelessly against his skin.]

Oberonnn - Oberon, please-

[ Even if she can't get the words out in full, he'll know what her pleas amount to; please keep loving her like this, please use her until she can't take it anymore, until she really does break. ]

[ His hands grip hard enough to bruise, his claws and nails leave scratches on her skin, his thrusts threaten to damage her thighs to the point where she won't even be able to stand... and yet through all of that cruel treatment, he keeps her held close to him, her chest against his even as he pistons into her.

He returns all of the love he gave her in his own, twisted way. She loved him softly, gently, adoringly... and he loves her by breaking her completely.

Yet at the same time, he bares his neck to her, much like how hers is bared to him. ]

Ai...!

[ Something in the bed cracks under the strain, but he's too wound up to care. He just keeps on going. ]

[ She knows without even having to think about it that Oberon's never been this rough with her before, not since they started doing things like this. He's never been gentle with her, but he's never been this intense either - never been so utterly relentless with her that it feels like he really does want to eat her. For the first time, she thinks she really understands what it means to be a trembling little rabbit caught in the jaws of a ravenous wolf.

And she loves it. She loves it so much that it aches deep down inside - it's so rough, it's practically violent, each thrust so hard that it hurts. But it hurts so good, so sweetly, like her nerves have all short-circuited and now all she can feel is pure, aching need, hot sensation sparking like electricity across her skin and it's almost too much to bear. She presses messy kisses to the side of his throat, almost frantic with it, before she parts her lips to drag the flat of her tongue along the line of his jugular, tasting the salt of his sweat and the pounding pulse of his heartbeat.

She doesn't bite - doesn't trust herself to, not when he's being so rough with her, but she doesn't quite manage to hold back the impulse to scrape her teeth lightly over the vulnerable skin and to leave a darkening mark on the pale column of his neck with her mouth instead. ]

[ What he's doing is simple, really... he's just holding her close, chest to chest, while his hips piston in and out of her like that. It leaves little else to do besides plow her, he can't reach his hand down to touch and further overstimulate her because of how close their bodies are...

But the sheer intensity, as well as the intimacy of having her pressed up against him, more than makes up for that. ~~He's honestly surprised this is the first time she's tried to mark him herself.~~ ]

A-Aah... Ai...!

[ It seems he liked that... the feeling of her lips against his skin, her tongue on his neck, her teeth scraping gently over his exposed neck and leaving a small hickey where they were.

He returns the favor with all the restraint that he's capable of—which is to say, none at all—biting down on her neck in kind... damaging her even further, only to lovingly drag his own tongue along the bite mark as if tending to the wound.

For all his association with insects, the ravenous wolf analogy really is becoming more and more accurate. ]

[ Her voice swells into a high, sweet cry, sharper and more helpless than before - almost pained in its desperation, in the intensity of the ache that spikes up through her. The way it stings under his tongue makes her whole body arch sharply up against him, trembling and shivering, fingers tangling tight into his hair to cling to him even tighter.

She can't even make her voice come out with words, not like this. Helpless, pleading sounds pour out of her one after another in soft, broken gasps, half-swallowed against his throat. But even without words, it's not hard to tell what they are - the kind of shameless begging that even Ai might be a little too embarrassed to actually say to his face; use me more. break me more. don't stop, even when I have broken. Somehow, despite everything he's already put her through tonight and everything he's surely to put her through for the rest of it, she sounds just as hungry and just as greedy as she did from the start.

She's his Master (wife), after all. It's her responsibility (right) to make sure her Servant (husband) is taken care of properly - even if properly means letting him have her until she's a trembling, whimpering wreck. ]

[ He hears her, he hears every plea, every desperate request as he shatters her further and further with every slam of his hips. It’s only right then that he, her Servant (husband), fulfill the requests of his Master (wife), isn’t it?

So he’ll break her. He won’t stop, he’ll keep going until she’s completely broken, and even then he won’t stop. He’ll use her for his pleasure, turn her into a whimpering broken mess, and then he’ll continue to plow and destroy that trembling wreck even further.

Something else in their cheap bed snaps, and the whole thing collapses, the mattress hitting the floor with a loud bang… and yet he still doesn’t stop. How long have they been going, how hard has he been going, for their bed to actually break from the strain? ~~Or maybe it’s just accumulated strain from every other time they’ve done this… either way, he’s still not stopping. ]~~

[ Well. Something sure broke, at least. Maybe, anyway. She's a little too overwhelmed by everything else to really register it just yet. Her head, her whole body's so completely full of him that there's no room for anything else, not even a thought to how much damage he might be doing to the bed beneath them - or her, for that matter. She's too focused on the sharp, bright ache of him driving into her so hard that it hurts, the way it feels like her nerves are all fraying apart one by one and leaving behind something raw and sensitive and electric in their wake.

Every harsh slam of his hips drives her up against the edge of that pain and sends another shuddering shock of pleasure coursing through her. Every time he breaks her just a little bit more, it sends a sharp thrill of heat jolting through her blood. Her eyes sting - tears, she realizes hazily - and her voice breaks around another helpless moan of his name, and it sounds almost like a sob. ]

It's too much like this, Oberon, I can't take it, I can't...!

[ Her voice hitches raggedly then splinters apart entirely as she tips suddenly over the edge again - a sharp, sudden peak that rips through her all at once, making her whole body tighten up sharply around him, squeezing and trembling and twitching. ]

[ Telling him it's too much, pleading that she can't take it... normally, in the event of those words being true, Oberon would be willing to tone it down for her. Who needs safe words when you have Fae Eyes, after all?

It's different this time. He's wound up too far. Even if those words are true, even if she were to genuinely beg him to slow down or stop, it's already far too late for that. She's given him her command... and that command is to not stop. Keep going. Break her and keep breaking her.

Even as she tips over the edge and tightens around him, he keeps thrusting, forcing himself deeper than ever before... practically slamming against her cervix each time, as if to break her both inside and out. ]

As if... I'll stop...!

[ He tips over the edge as well, filling her even further... but there's still no chance to even breathe. He continues thrusting, even as he releases yet another load inside his Master (wife).

It's as if he's breaking as well... and now all he can do is slam his hips into hers, like he'd break down completely if he stopped. ]

[ It feels like it goes on forever.

Very quickly, Ai stops being able to keep track of where anything starts or ends - or how much time is passing or just how many times he ends up making a mess of her. Everything gets blurred together into a haze of heat and sensation, sweetly stinging pain and all the test y of it, so overwhelming that she can hardly think at all. At some point, she can barely even remember how to breathe. They've had nights before where they've spent hours together, where she's lost track of how many times he's made her fall apart... but never like this. Even those nights, when he's pushed her until she's utterly exhausted and aching and barely able to move, have left her some room to breathe. Or think.

This feels like it's gone on for days, for all she knows how to keep track of anything besides the feeling of him using her hard enough to snap her clean in half. By the end, her voice has broken again, coming out of her in a weak and needy rasp with each thrust. She feels numb, dazed, used; hot tears streaking down her cheeks and she knows he's never brought her to tears like this before - then finally, finally, Oberon shudders apart above her, spilling into her yet again even though she's surely already filled beyond what her body can take -

Finally, it all eases to a stop. Finally, he slows and then stills; finally, Ai's able to draw in a shaky, gasping breath of air, her whole body still trembling and shaking weakly underneath him. She's limp, thoroughly wrecked; she can feel every inch of where he's bruised her and aches sorely all over, and she feels sticky and wet and full, so much so that it almost hurts.

And yet... she's still clinging to him.

She can't quite speak yet. She doesn't know if she can speak full stop. After a moment, Ai manages to gather herself just enough to shift underneath him, turning her head just enough to press a weakly trembling kiss against his throat. ]

[ In a sense... maybe all of the exhausting sessions they've had prior were what prepared her for this. Or at the very least, prepared her enough that she hasn't outright passed out. The fact that she kept up with him, a Servant, at all... well, that's amazing in it's own right.

Whether you can consider her current state as having "kept up" with him, though, is another story. ]

Hah... hah...

[ He hadn't even been keeping track of the time at all... not even at the beginning. He just kept on breaking her, again and again, for as long as his body could manage it... and even then, he pushed himself harder than ever. Forget going on for a night, the feeling that they've been going for days is mutual... not that she'd have survived that, he imagines.

He's still buried deep inside her, but he's softening and slowly slipping out. White oozes from her broken entrance, the sheer amount that he's released into her over countless climaxes having reached that point, and only emphasizing the good fortune that Ai doesn't have to worry about giving Aqua and Ruby a new set of siblings just yet on account of him being a Servant.

For the first time tonight, he finally stops... and now even his Servant body aches from the physical exertion. He practically collapses on top of her, chest rising and falling against hers. He can feel her trembling lips against his neck... and though he can't get a good look at her from here, he can feel the way her body is trembling and twitching underneath him.

He broke her, shattered her into pieces, and ground up the fragments into a fine dust... it's almost ironic to think of what this came after. They'd started this to blow off steam, but what they've done just now puts any grinding hell to shame. ]

[ Even with him stopping, having his weight pressing into her like it is... it's almost too much. They've been going so long that even without him being able to touch and wind her up as much as he usually likes to, she's beyond overstimulated. Every shift of movement, every small twitch sends another faint shudder through her - along with an ache that settles deep in her bones and reminds her just how hard he ended up working her over.

Ai lets out another soft sound against his throat - weak, breathless, sounding almost pained even as she kisses him again - and then she manages to turn her head further to bury her face against his neck instead. She nuzzles weakly against him, letting out a faintly shuddering exhale that catches slightly in her throat. She feels sore, messy, filthy... and yet...

Her arms finally loosen around him, only so she can shift them up higher instead. Her fingers curl loosely into his hair, stroking lightly through it, just like she'd done - who knows how long ago it must've been at this point. ]

Oberon... [ Her voice cracks - hoarse, raw and sharp from overuse- and she has to pause to draw in another shaky breath before she can try again. ] If you try to keep going, I really am gonna die...

[ Not that he will, in this state. She's mostly kidding. Mostly. ]

Aah, it hurts... [ But she sounds... satisfied. Pleased, unbelievably. Barely conscious, sure, but pleased. ] You're too mean...

Aah... haha... just following your commands...

[ As if... sure, her commands encouraged him, but there was never any stopping him, was there? He's aware that his full weight is on her, but he doesn't want to get off of her... he wants to stay like this, still buried inside her, feeling every little tremble...

...So he finds a compromise. With a weary sigh, his arms grip her broken body tight, and promptly turns over with her in his arms... reversing their positions so that her broken body lays on top of his, instead of the other way around. ]

[ The noise she makes is thoroughly pathetic - a whimper halfway to being a moan. Or maybe a moan verging on breaking into a whimper. Either way, it's weak and high-pitched and strained and she all but melts into him once she's on top, boneless and limp against him. Like this, they're in a position to see each others' faces and her expression is...

Her eyes unfocused, glazed, and half-lidded. Her lashes damp with tears and her cheeks are still flushed red and tear-stained as well. At some point, the hair accessory holding her side ponytail in place had come loose and her hair's in completely disarray. She couldn't look any less like an idol right now. ]

I don't remember commanding you to go that far. That sounds like an excuse to me.

[ That's what she says - but she knows that if she'd really, truly wanted him to stop, if at any point she'd said no and meant it with all her heart, he would have stopped. What she doesn't know is what sort of truth he must've been hearing in her words to make him go that crazy. ... She isn't really sure if she wants to. ]

Hah... please...

[ He'd beg to differ, but he'll keep his mouth shut. Despite the confidence in his tone, however, his face is just as flushed as it was before. Satisfied rather than desperate, but still flushed as he looks down at his Master's (wife's) broken form limp on top of him.

Is it wrong for him to be so... proud of how thoroughly he's broken her? He's brought her to tears, hurt her so badly that she can't even move, and yet there they both are... faces flushed in reminiscence of how good it all felt. ]

Aaah... you should reward me like that more often...

[ Said as if they aren't literally laying on a mattress amidst the broken pieces of their bed... ]

[ Ai doesn't respond right away - given the state she's in, it wouldn't be off to assume she can't. But then, finally, she turns her gaze back up towards him, eyelashes still glittering with unshed tears as she blinks sluggishly up at him. ]

Reward...? ... Hm...

[ Her brow furrows a little. She looks thoughtful for a moment - although thinking itself seems difficult right now - before shifting up slightly. Only slightly, barely managing to lift herself up enough to tilt her face in towards his. It really looks like she's moving in for a kiss...

But then her teeth come down on his lip. Hard. ... Not in the nice way. ]

You really think I'm going to let you get away with this again...?! [ Oh, she's FUMING. ] You broke our bed! How did you even do that?!

Gah...!!

[ It's not in a nice way... but the way Oberon's bitten her this entire night, let alone every other time they've slept together... wasn't nice either, so it's not like he deserved for her to hold back on it. ]

...Ah, you're pissed.

[ He sucks in a breath... she's not wrong, he really let loose tonight... but isn't that exactly what she told him to do? To let loose? Again, he was just following orders... but even if it wasn't him saying it, he can feel that excuse wouldn't work. ]

...Rather than being my fault, isn't it the fault of the bed for not being durable enough?

[ ...not much better, come to think of it. ]

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