[ Said as if he was just praised for his role as an actor. He does wonder, though... what would their relationship have been like if he had simply been the Faerie King from the get-go? Not that it could've happened, when he was summoned he was summoned as himself, the jig was up right from the start. He even thought it was unfair.
Of course, he sees why he was summoned that way, now. Still, would she have managed to see through him regardless? Ritsuka did, and she was just his friend. According to her, at least.
...His clawed fingers intertwine with hers, tough shell against soft skin. His eyes drift down to her leg, the one that he'd healed that fateful night...
It really did start there, didn't it? ]
That quickly? I'd think it took a little longer than that.
Nope. Sorry to embarrass you [ she's not even a little bit sorry ] but it was definitely then.
[ That was the first time he'd ever done anything but frighten her - and it'd terrified her more than anything else he'd ever done. Saving her was one thing, that was his duty as her Servant but everything that had followed...
How could she not have been afraid of that? She'd been so afraid of everything and everyone when she first arrived here but especially of the idea of anyone treating her gently. The idea that her terrifying Servant would even want to, that he might want to hold her and touch her and all the rest of it was the most frightening of all. ]
Well... I guess that was just what put the idea into my head. I don't think things got really bad until I kissed you the first time.
[ Not a lot of first kisses between two people that involve biting like that. Biting that ended up leading to a meddlesome Archer finding out, which ultimately lead to this. Biting that is… how they frequently end up kissing.
Part of him is annoyed that even now, authors are influencing him, but at least Nagiko is just “annoying” compared to say, Shakespeare’s “insufferable”. Maybe that’s on account of her being a retired author…? ]
I have to say, though… I was surprised to find out how weak you are to pain of all things.
[ Especially with how scared she was of him at first. Back then, she feared he’d hurt her… and now look at her. Having him ram into her like that for so long must have hurt plenty, if only because of his hips slamming into her bruised thighs, and yet she never tried to tap out. ]
[ . . . if she gets annoyed with him, that's only going to give him more ammo, huh. So instead, Ai carefully rearranges her expression into something blithe and innocently clueless. ]
Hm? Is that what you think it is?
[ Her eyes are bright and almost painfully earnest as she leans forward just enough to look him right in the face. ]
I thought it kind of went without saying that what I'm weak to is you.
[ Counterattack! If she's going down, she's taking him with her...!! ]
[ The worst part is that she's not wrong. Or lying, for that matter, since it's only because it's him that she likes it. How dare she counterattack him like this. ]
Oh, shut up, you.
[ He says, uses his hands to pull her back to himself and put them on her chest... at which point he pinches her right where she'd feel it most there. So this is what happens when he's got nothing to fire back in response. ]
[ Oh, come on. That's so far beyond unfair it's outright cruel. It's not even that she's particularly oversensitive there usually but tonight, when she's so tender and her skin's so overly receptive to any kind of contact, it lances right through her. She squirms and her bruised thighs pinch together a little. ]
H-hey...! What happened to being gentle with me? You can't start picking on me like that when you haven't even finished cleaning up your mess...!
[ Not that he would... She doesn't think, anyway. Even Oberon has his limits. Surely he must. Right?! ]
Hm? Whatever could you mean? I didn't do anything.
[ He says, giving her one more pinch before finally relenting. He certainly does have his limits... but he is also a Servant, so probably best to avoid riling him up again. Since limits aside, his self-control could use some work. ]
This is exactly what I meant about not taking responsibility, you know.
[ Never mind that 'I didn't do anything' coming from Oberon is practically a confession in of itself. ... and never mind that she's tilting her face up to press a kiss to his cheek before she settles back against him. She's definitely furious, sure, totally, for real. ]
... we are gonna have a problem when we go back to bed, though. Even if we can just sleep on the mattress, the sheets'll be... you know. Gross.
[ They were going at it for so long that it's sure to be... not exactly clean. ]
[ Sweat and... various other fluids, all soaked into the sheets. Maybe even the mattress as well. Hopefully they don't need to get a new mattress on top of a new bedframe. ]
Ah, well... there's always the couch.
[ Translation: he has no clue what to do about that. ]
What, like we're both getting banished to the couch for misbehaving? I guess we kind of deserve it.
[ It took more than one person to totally wreck their sleeping arrangements, after all. ]
We could probably make it super cozy, huh... but I'd probably have to sleep on top of you. No way there's room on there for both of us. Sure you can control yourself long enough to behave?
[ …Which, when coming out of his mouth, can only mean good things, right? Though it’s clear that he likes the idea of her sleeping on top of him. He had positioned her that way before she insisted on a bath. ]
Mm. Apparently. You were pretty honest today, though. It was cute.
[ she's really gonna look him dead in the eye and come out with that... At this point you have to really wonder if she really is asking to get picked on. ]
[ He stares blankly back at her. He had been mostly just teasing her before, but... is she really going to provoke him again? Right now? When she's still like this? ]
Honestly... just what the hell goes on in that head of yours?
[ Exactly how much does he have to ruin her before she figures out what happens when she does this? His hands have been groping her this whole time, but now there's something different. One hand grips her chest and lightly pinches her nub, the other starts to move down between her legs... and at the same time, the sensation of his mana flowing into and repairing her body begins. ]
Shouldn't you know better by now... than to call me that?
[ His fingers pinch her chest and she whines. She has the honest too god audacity to even sound surprised that he's doing it. Like she hadn't just egged him on shamelessly. ]
Aren't you being totally unfair? You were the one who told me you didn't want me to lie to you...!
[ That's absolutely not going to stop him - especially not with the way his other hand is starting to make its way down her body. The mana pouring into her makes her bruises and scratches and scrapes tingle and prickle as they start to knit themselves back together, clear skin blotting over them like spilled paint over a canvas. It makes her nerves sing with renewed sensitivity, each touch and stroke amplified until she's squirming under his hands. ]
Uh-huh... that doesn't make it any better, you know...!
[ He brings his head down to rest right on her shoulder as he pinches and twists at her chest while the other hand slips between her legs and rests on her broken and abused entrance... where she's still leaking, just into the water instead. ]
Besides... I'm just doing what you wanted, aren't I?
[ He is healing her... slowly, sure, but it's still happening. ]
[ She lets out a high, plaintive little noise, caught between protest and encouragement. Her whole body trembles against his, oversensitive and aching from everything he's done to her already and now with more of his mana pouring over her wounds in time with his touch, it's even worse. By all rights she should be completely spent after everything that's happened, but apparently Oberon won't be satisfied until she's teary and begging and crying from overstimulation again.
And the worst part is... Ai can't really bring herself to mind. ]
What I wanted you to do was take care of me, you jerk...! Not - mm - not mess me up even more...
[ "Mess" really is the word for it. She's still slick with their earlier intimacy and his touch is enough to have her clenching up around nothing before he's even gotten started properly. She's so sore that it aches to even tense up and she shudders helplessly. ]
Says the woman who knows exactly what gets me going...
[ So that's the lesson here... that calling him cute gets him to rail you. His fingers slip oh-so-easily into her entrance, giving her something to really clench around as he invades her. Though it's dulled by the fact he's pushing his fingers into someplace very wet and currently underwater, he can still feel the mess he made inside her as his digits invade and start to stretch her out.
He's even intentionally leaving that area untouched by his magic... allowing that area to continue to ache painfully while the rest of her gets stitched back together. ]
Mm... could it be...? Was this all part of your plan all along? What a devious woman I've been summoned by...
[ The noise that comes out of her can't even be called just pathetic - it's outright pitiful. Even with the hot water cushioning them, she can feel the solid pressure of his fingertips grinding up against her and it's already too much. She feels raw and aching and every bit of attention he pays to her makes that feeling grow stronger, fresh tears pricking at the corners of her eyes.
He's barely even touched her and she's already in such a state. This really is her own fault. And yet, she can't stop herself from protesting. ]
No, I - ah! - I wasn't planning on this...!
[ "This" - the way she's trembling and melting into his arms with his fingers inside her and his mana trickling through the rest of her. No matter how sore she is, she can't help how her body responds to his touch, the way her hips twitch and rock up to meet him.
It's too much. It's too good. It doesn't just sting, it aches, made all the worse by the way the rest of her body is easing and settling under the flow of his mana. ]
I d-didn't think you'd keep going...! Aah, Oberon, you're awful...
[ He accentuates his words with another harsh pinch of her chest, along with a light nibble at her neck... and on top of that, she's in his lap, so she'll be able to feel him growing against her. Honestly, he's a little surprised himself at that, but then again... if an overstimulated bunny in his arms won't get him going again, nothing will. ]
Did you think I'd just smile cutely...? Instead of teaching you your place?
[ His fingers push in deeper, pushing against her inner walls... so thoroughly abused by what Oberon had been doing to her not even an hour before this. It's a good thing that it's his human hand pushing inside her... though that just means her chest is in that much more danger. ]
[ Oh, there's no way. There's no way that after he already spent hours having his way with her, over and over again, that he's actually getting hard again. Is this some kind of occupational mana transfer hazard?! Are all Servants this insatiable or is she just the unluckiest Master alive?! ]
Y-you - you're terrible...! You're so mean, you're - ah...
[ And yet, for all the insults pouring out of her, even though she's squirming at his touch, even though her body's aching around him and she'd been the one to say she really might die if they kept going... there's no real protest in her voice. She sounds breathless, overwhelmed, delighted, even, in spite of everything.
She still isn't used to it - someone wanting her this badly, wanting her even though she's dirty and used, wanting her so bad he's never satisfied until he's taken her apart piece by piece and maybe not even then. But Oberon's been proving it again and again and Ai thinks she might finally be starting to believe it.
She melts, pliant and limp in his arms, turning her head to bare her neck for him and letting out a soft, helpless moan as he works his fingers into her. ]
[ He whispers it huskily into her ear, his hands still stimulating her body beyond what she can handle. He knows what she wants, and she knows what she's brought upon herself... but he wants to hear her say it anyway. ]
I won't know if you don't tell me...
[ Another pinch, another thrust of his fingers, and a bite to her neck... honestly, after all the hours they spent fighting, maybe this is just what they've been needing. ]
[ Her voice spills out in the kind of moan that sounds almost wounded, shuddering and breaking over the syllables as she gasps. She can't quite manage to articulate anything at first, whimpering and whining as she is.
He's so awful. Of course he already knows what she wants - even if she wasn't rocking her hips up into his fingers, moaning all the while, he can see what her helpless pleas really mean, he knows what she wants even better than she does. But he's still insisting on hearing her say it, forcing her to ask for what she wants when it feels like it's too much effort just to keep breathing. ]
D-don't...
[ "Don't touch me. Don't stop touching me. Don't tease me. Don't take your hands off me." ]
Don't leave me like this... [ She's shaking in his arms, each word punctuated by a shuddering little gasp as his fingers work inside her. ] Oberon, please... Please touch me properly...
[ Here they are in the bath of all places... where he should be gently soothing her down, and yet they really just can't stop themselves, can they? Even though they should both be exhausted, Ai especially... his magic seems to reinvigorate her regardless of how overstimulated she might be.
It's dangerous, honestly. What if they start doing this to extend their nights of passion even further? Well, they're already doing that now, aren't they? ]
Just remember... you brought this on yourself...
[ He pinches her chest harder, his claws digging into her flesh while his fingers push in deeper and his thumb rubs at her clit. All the while, he's still getting harder... poking against her back while she turns into putty in his hands. ]
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[ Said as if he was just praised for his role as an actor. He does wonder, though... what would their relationship have been like if he had simply been the Faerie King from the get-go? Not that it could've happened, when he was summoned he was summoned as himself, the jig was up right from the start. He even thought it was unfair.
Of course, he sees why he was summoned that way, now. Still, would she have managed to see through him regardless? Ritsuka did, and she was just his friend. According to her, at least.
...His clawed fingers intertwine with hers, tough shell against soft skin. His eyes drift down to her leg, the one that he'd healed that fateful night...
It really did start there, didn't it? ]
That quickly? I'd think it took a little longer than that.
[ No. No it didn't. ]
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[ That was the first time he'd ever done anything but frighten her - and it'd terrified her more than anything else he'd ever done. Saving her was one thing, that was his duty as her Servant but everything that had followed...
How could she not have been afraid of that? She'd been so afraid of everything and everyone when she first arrived here but especially of the idea of anyone treating her gently. The idea that her terrifying Servant would even want to, that he might want to hold her and touch her and all the rest of it was the most frightening of all. ]
Well... I guess that was just what put the idea into my head. I don't think things got really bad until I kissed you the first time.
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[ Not a lot of first kisses between two people that involve biting like that. Biting that ended up leading to a meddlesome Archer finding out, which ultimately lead to this. Biting that is… how they frequently end up kissing.
Part of him is annoyed that even now, authors are influencing him, but at least Nagiko is just “annoying” compared to say, Shakespeare’s “insufferable”. Maybe that’s on account of her being a retired author…? ]
I have to say, though… I was surprised to find out how weak you are to pain of all things.
[ Especially with how scared she was of him at first. Back then, she feared he’d hurt her… and now look at her. Having him ram into her like that for so long must have hurt plenty, if only because of his hips slamming into her bruised thighs, and yet she never tried to tap out. ]
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Hm? Is that what you think it is?
[ Her eyes are bright and almost painfully earnest as she leans forward just enough to look him right in the face. ]
I thought it kind of went without saying that what I'm weak to is you.
[ Counterattack! If she's going down, she's taking him with her...!! ]
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Oh, shut up, you.
[ He says, uses his hands to pull her back to himself and put them on her chest... at which point he pinches her right where she'd feel it most there. So this is what happens when he's got nothing to fire back in response. ]
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[ Oh, come on. That's so far beyond unfair it's outright cruel. It's not even that she's particularly oversensitive there usually but tonight, when she's so tender and her skin's so overly receptive to any kind of contact, it lances right through her. She squirms and her bruised thighs pinch together a little. ]
H-hey...! What happened to being gentle with me? You can't start picking on me like that when you haven't even finished cleaning up your mess...!
[ Not that he would... She doesn't think, anyway. Even Oberon has his limits. Surely he must. Right?! ]
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[ He says, giving her one more pinch before finally relenting. He certainly does have his limits... but he is also a Servant, so probably best to avoid riling him up again. Since limits aside, his self-control could use some work. ]
This is alllll you.
[ God he's the worst. ]
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[ Never mind that 'I didn't do anything' coming from Oberon is practically a confession in of itself. ... and never mind that she's tilting her face up to press a kiss to his cheek before she settles back against him. She's definitely furious, sure, totally, for real. ]
... we are gonna have a problem when we go back to bed, though. Even if we can just sleep on the mattress, the sheets'll be... you know. Gross.
[ They were going at it for so long that it's sure to be... not exactly clean. ]
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Ah, well... there's always the couch.
[ Translation: he has no clue what to do about that. ]
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[ It took more than one person to totally wreck their sleeping arrangements, after all. ]
We could probably make it super cozy, huh... but I'd probably have to sleep on top of you. No way there's room on there for both of us. Sure you can control yourself long enough to behave?
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Of course! I’ll even heal you while we’re there.
[ …Which, when coming out of his mouth, can only mean good things, right? Though it’s clear that he likes the idea of her sleeping on top of him. He had positioned her that way before she insisted on a bath. ]
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Just to sleep, right? [ ... ] Don't answer that. I don't want to give you the chance to lie to me.
[ because if he says 'of course' then it absolutely, positively does not mean 'of course'. ]
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Hm? But I'm always lying to you, though.
[ Said with that shit-eating grin of his... ]
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Mm. Apparently. You were pretty honest today, though. It was cute.
[ she's really gonna look him dead in the eye and come out with that... At this point you have to really wonder if she really is asking to get picked on. ]
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Honestly... just what the hell goes on in that head of yours?
[ Exactly how much does he have to ruin her before she figures out what happens when she does this? His hands have been groping her this whole time, but now there's something different. One hand grips her chest and lightly pinches her nub, the other starts to move down between her legs... and at the same time, the sensation of his mana flowing into and repairing her body begins. ]
Shouldn't you know better by now... than to call me that?
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[ His fingers pinch her chest and she whines. She has the honest too god audacity to even sound surprised that he's doing it. Like she hadn't just egged him on shamelessly. ]
Aren't you being totally unfair? You were the one who told me you didn't want me to lie to you...!
[ That's absolutely not going to stop him - especially not with the way his other hand is starting to make its way down her body. The mana pouring into her makes her bruises and scratches and scrapes tingle and prickle as they start to knit themselves back together, clear skin blotting over them like spilled paint over a canvas. It makes her nerves sing with renewed sensitivity, each touch and stroke amplified until she's squirming under his hands. ]
You're - mm - you're so mean...
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[ He brings his head down to rest right on her shoulder as he pinches and twists at her chest while the other hand slips between her legs and rests on her broken and abused entrance... where she's still leaking, just into the water instead. ]
Besides... I'm just doing what you wanted, aren't I?
[ He is healing her... slowly, sure, but it's still happening. ]
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And the worst part is... Ai can't really bring herself to mind. ]
What I wanted you to do was take care of me, you jerk...! Not - mm - not mess me up even more...
[ "Mess" really is the word for it. She's still slick with their earlier intimacy and his touch is enough to have her clenching up around nothing before he's even gotten started properly. She's so sore that it aches to even tense up and she shudders helplessly. ]
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[ So that's the lesson here... that calling him cute gets him to rail you. His fingers slip oh-so-easily into her entrance, giving her something to really clench around as he invades her. Though it's dulled by the fact he's pushing his fingers into someplace very wet and currently underwater, he can still feel the mess he made inside her as his digits invade and start to stretch her out.
He's even intentionally leaving that area untouched by his magic... allowing that area to continue to ache painfully while the rest of her gets stitched back together. ]
Mm... could it be...? Was this all part of your plan all along? What a devious woman I've been summoned by...
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He's barely even touched her and she's already in such a state. This really is her own fault. And yet, she can't stop herself from protesting. ]
No, I - ah! - I wasn't planning on this...!
[ "This" - the way she's trembling and melting into his arms with his fingers inside her and his mana trickling through the rest of her. No matter how sore she is, she can't help how her body responds to his touch, the way her hips twitch and rock up to meet him.
It's too much. It's too good. It doesn't just sting, it aches, made all the worse by the way the rest of her body is easing and settling under the flow of his mana. ]
I d-didn't think you'd keep going...! Aah, Oberon, you're awful...
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[ He accentuates his words with another harsh pinch of her chest, along with a light nibble at her neck... and on top of that, she's in his lap, so she'll be able to feel him growing against her.
Honestly, he's a little surprised himself at that, but then again... if an overstimulated bunny in his arms won't get him going again, nothing will.]Did you think I'd just smile cutely...? Instead of teaching you your place?
[ His fingers push in deeper, pushing against her inner walls... so thoroughly abused by what Oberon had been doing to her not even an hour before this. It's a good thing that it's his human hand pushing inside her... though that just means her chest is in that much more danger. ]
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Y-you - you're terrible...! You're so mean, you're - ah...
[ And yet, for all the insults pouring out of her, even though she's squirming at his touch, even though her body's aching around him and she'd been the one to say she really might die if they kept going... there's no real protest in her voice. She sounds breathless, overwhelmed, delighted, even, in spite of everything.
She still isn't used to it - someone wanting her this badly, wanting her even though she's dirty and used, wanting her so bad he's never satisfied until he's taken her apart piece by piece and maybe not even then. But Oberon's been proving it again and again and Ai thinks she might finally be starting to believe it.
She melts, pliant and limp in his arms, turning her head to bare her neck for him and letting out a soft, helpless moan as he works his fingers into her. ]
Oberon, please...
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Please what, Ai?
[ He whispers it huskily into her ear, his hands still stimulating her body beyond what she can handle. He knows what she wants, and she knows what she's brought upon herself... but he wants to hear her say it anyway. ]
I won't know if you don't tell me...
[ Another pinch, another thrust of his fingers, and a bite to her neck... honestly, after all the hours they spent fighting, maybe this is just what they've been needing. ]
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He's so awful. Of course he already knows what she wants - even if she wasn't rocking her hips up into his fingers, moaning all the while, he can see what her helpless pleas really mean, he knows what she wants even better than she does. But he's still insisting on hearing her say it, forcing her to ask for what she wants when it feels like it's too much effort just to keep breathing. ]
D-don't...
[ "Don't touch me. Don't stop touching me. Don't tease me. Don't take your hands off me." ]
Don't leave me like this... [ She's shaking in his arms, each word punctuated by a shuddering little gasp as his fingers work inside her. ] Oberon, please... Please touch me properly...
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[ Here they are in the bath of all places... where he should be gently soothing her down, and yet they really just can't stop themselves, can they? Even though they should both be exhausted, Ai especially... his magic seems to reinvigorate her regardless of how overstimulated she might be.
It's dangerous, honestly. What if they start doing this to extend their nights of passion even further? Well, they're already doing that now, aren't they? ]
Just remember... you brought this on yourself...
[ He pinches her chest harder, his claws digging into her flesh while his fingers push in deeper and his thumb rubs at her clit. All the while, he's still getting harder... poking against her back while she turns into putty in his hands. ]
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