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

[ 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. ]

[ it's kind of impressive that she's managing such a deadeyed glare while looking... you know. ]

I hate to break it to you [ SHE REALLY DOESN'T ] but beds aren't made to stand up to guys like you. Where am I supposed to sleep tonight?

[ Then she huffs. Look at that sulky expression........... Definitely pissed. ]

Or maybe I should try how. I'm not even gonna be able to move... Forget walking. I can't go take a bath like this...

[ ... And yet, for all her complaining, she's pressing her face into the side of his neck, pretty transparently trying to curl into him as close as she can. So... maybe not THAT mad. ]

Just sleep like this, duh.

[ He, for one, is very comfortable with his Master’s (beloved wife’s) broken body laid atop him… and at the very least, the mattress is still intact.

He lifts his hand up to rest on the back of her head, holding her closer as she curls into him. ]

Besides… don’t try and act like you didn’t love every second of it.

[ Oh the pains of loving a man with fae eyes… ]

I'll bite you again if you're not careful.

[ Th-threat or promise?! ]

I can't sleep like this, anyway. I'm all gross. [ and he's still....... you know. ] And so are you.

[ She's mostly taking half-hearted swipes at him for a little bit of payback but then her voice does settle into something more genuine. Not an accusation, necessarily... ]

... I'm too sore to get comfy, anyway. You were really bad this time.

[ He's right that she liked it, but... ]

...Really? You can't seriously expect me to... I'm tired too, you know.

[ Except it... really is the least she can do, and it's not like she can do it herself right now, being all broken and limp and still, well, on him. The fruits of his labor still oozing out of her.

Never mind that after breaking her, it's the only way he'll ever be forgiven. Still, at least every other time she had enough strength left in her to sit up on her own. That's very much not the case this time. ]

...Ugh, fine.

[ He groans, as if his ability to take care of her afterward isn't the only reason he's still allowed to break her in any regard. ]

I can't do it myself, can I? I can barely even move right now. You were pretty good about making sure I couldn't.

[ And maybe he's gross enough to just pass out in bed all sweaty and sticky but she's got some standards...!

She lets out a little huff and, with visible effort, eases herself up onto her elbows so she can look down into his face. Calling her a mess is underselling it - her hair is tangled and sticking to her skin with sweat, her cheeks still flushed and streaked with drying tear tracks, and her mouth is bruised and swollen from all the kissing... and biting.

But... somehow there's a familiar twinkle in her eyes. ]

Besides. You like this part just as much as I do.

[ He sighs, looking into her eyes, twinkling despite how broken the rest of her is. Even just lifting herself up on her elbows must be hard. What is he supposed to do? Wash her himself?

...well, he did sign up for that by leaving her in such a broken state that she can barely move. ]

Yeah, yeah... seriously, asking me to completely break you and then asking me to spoil you... you're a reall greedy idol, you know that?

[ He sucks in a breath, forcing his body to work again. Perks of being a Servant, he supposes, as he wraps his arms around Ai to hold her as he sits up and finally slips out of her down below. ~~There's still so much in her... how many more siblings would Aqua and Ruby have at this point if not for him being a Servant?~~

He shifts her position in his arms into a bridal carry and forces himself to his feet... and from there, she's able to get a really good look at their ruined bed. The frame really did just fall apart from it all... though of course, it had taken so much punishment before this that if anything would've broken the camel's back, it'd be this. ]

[ At that, Ai finally manages to flash him a little grin. ]

Heehee. Of course I am. Besides, you like spoiling me too. So really, it's win-win situation.

[ Her arms wrap loosely around his shoulders in turn and another of those thin, undeniably pathetic sounds comes out of her as their bodies finally come apart. She doesn't want to think too hard about how long they must've been going for her to be this sore and this... messy. ]

... jeez. There was really that much... [ She's trying to sound casual about it, but her voice is a little wobbly. ] We'd be in so much trouble if you weren't a Servant, you know. J-just how many times did you...? ... Ugh, I don't want to even think about it.

[ But despite all of that complaining, she leans up to press a kiss to his jaw before nestling against his shoulder as he carries her. ]

... This was supposed to be me taking care of you... you really turned it around, huh.

[ You'd think that finally pulling out of her would let it all out faster, but it's still going... ]

Who knows... I stopped counting once we hit triple digits~

[ He's lying of course... not even he could manage that. Still, spoiling her doesn't get her out of him fucking with her. Which, speaking of... ]

Still, we'd be in trouble, huh? Has that stopped you before, though?

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