[ It's impossible to tell who loses themselves first. Maybe that's because they lose it together - or maybe because neither of them really had any control over themselves to begin with. Not when they've spent the entire night already devouring each other and they're still lit this - she's squeezing down on him tight and he's slamming into her so hard that the water splashes out of the tub. It's the kind of mess they can only make - the kind of trouble they can only get themselves into - together, as Master and Servant. ]
Ah... ah... Oberon, I-!
[ She can't speak. Even if she could, her voice would just end up lost in their kiss. And really, right now, she can barely think. With his hands all over her, so roughly pushing her over the edge, there's no way she could think about anything other than just how good it feels to be loved like this.
The noise she makes when they finish together like that is... well, there's really no other word for it than lewd. She nearly folds double when it hits her and her voice spills out in a high, sweet moan - the only reason it's not any louder is because she doesn't have the strength.
It takes several long moments of twitching and shuddering before she finally seems to settle. Even then, trembles roll up and down her spine when she's able to get enough of her mind back together to realise just how full she is, how hot her belly feels and how thoroughly, lovingly used she feels as a result. If he was human like her, if they weren't Master and Servant... letting him empty himself inside her that many times would be guaranteed trouble.
Ai doesn't do much as slump back against him as she does melt entirely and she doesn't say anything. Her breath comes out warm and shallow and her expression is almost... dazed, maybe. Undeniably pleased, but still. She might not have passed out this time but it looks like it was pretty close. ]
[ His hips keep her lifted up as he lets out a moan of his own, deeper and more reserved, but still more than he usually lets out. It's only when hitting his release can he realize just how overused his dick is at this point... not that it stops him from pumping her full of himself regardless.
She goes slack in his arms, prompting him to do the same, slumping against the tub with Ai still clenching around him as if trying to ensure that every last drop gets sucked out and into herself. The rippling water finally starts to calm as a result, and as he sucks in deep breaths of air... he looks down at her face.
God, if only she could see how lewd her expression is right now, all dazed and fucked silly. If he were to keep going right now, she would almost undoubtedly pass out in the process.
...the potential badge of honor that comes with fucking your partner into unconsciousness makes him consider it, but he really was pushing it with that last round. Is he finally hitting a proper refractory period? At this point, is it even possible for him to have one? He's still hard enough that he's able to remain inside her as they both catch their breaths, after all. ]
Hah... that'll teach you...
[ ...teach her to keep calling him cute to get him to go wild on her, maybe. ]
[ It takes several moments before she can even think about responding. Her breath is shallow and uneven, her chest rises and falls as she struggles to remember how breathing works. Even with them both finally easing to a stop, she still looks a little like she's not really there, like she's still riding the last of that high.
How many times has it been now? He'd snarked about double digits after their last round but she's increasingly unsure whether that really was a joke. Forget overstimulated - she doesn't even know if there's a word for how this feels, a mingled exhaustion and satisfaction that goes so deep into her bone marrow it's almost unbearable. If he even thinks about trying to go for another round after this then she really might die.
Her head lolls against the side of his neck and pressed this close together, he'll be able to feel all the ways her body's still twitching and trembling, overworked muscles protesting their abuse. And her voice, when it finally rises out of her, sounds even more broken and overwhelmed than last time. ]
You're not... ever... allowed to that again. Using your magic like that is... it's cheating...
[ Y'know, considering how she loved it so much she was begging to be bred like a bunny in heat... or at least, that was what was going on through her head. She was a bit busy getting the words fucked out of her to actually say anything like that.
The water level in the tub dropped as a result of their intensity, and while her body has been repaired enough that she won't be completely incapable of movement... her chest is red from the abuse, her thighs are still bruised, and that isn't even getting into the exhaustion... or the massive thing still buried inside her and keeping the warm substance he just unloaded from leaking out. ]
Next time... think before... calling me that...
[ God he hopes she doesn't call him cute again. He will get as many second winds as he has to, damn it. ]
M-maybe you should try learning how to control yourself...
[ That's the best retort she can manage, exhausted as she is, and even she can tell how absolutely pathetic it is - the words more or less limp out of her. She probably wouldn't actually die no matter how many times he had his way with her but right now in the moment it's feeling like she came pretty close. Her body might not be as sore as last time now he's healed her a little (well, aside from one particular place) but she's so tired, her head's swimming.
Her head's still resting against his neck and it turns into a nuzzle into his throat. ]
I really won't forgive you for this... you'll have to make it up to me properly... y-you'll have to take care of me without doing this all over again.
Oh...? Who's to say... this isnt me... taking care of you?
[ Probably the fact that "taking care of her" means "fixing her up" and not "breaking her all over again". Just look at the state of her... still twitching and trembling and filled with him...
He lowers his chin, nuzzling her back as she complains about the mind-blowing experience he just gave her. Nevermind that her lower entrance is still just as broken as always, yet still forced to clench around his large intrusion. ]
Because it still hurts, you jerk. [ She sounds more sulky than outright mad, at least. ] And you did it on purpose, too.
[ It'd be one thing if he'd finished healing her up properly then gone at her again, but he'd purposely been very careful about that - and he'd done it anyway, even knowing how sore and sensitive she was. Even just being like this aches and he's not even moving. He really is a villain. ]
[ She'll be too exhausted to stay awake regardless of how much she's aching, he's fairly certain. He also wonders if still being inside her is making it harder for her to be angry with him... ]
You're always so mean. You're lucky I like you so much.
[ She's too tired to filter herself quite as much, it seems. And the way she's nuzzling into him makes it clear that for all her fussing, she wants to be held like this. ]
[ He laughs. She wants to be held like this, huh...? Well, he won't deny that this is certainly a new level of intimacy for holding... ]
Yep, I'm one lucky bastard, aren't I?
[ He shifts, unintentionally moving slightly inside her, but genuinely only so that he can more comfortably wrap his arms around her waist and let out a relaxed sigh as he kisses the top of her head. ]
[ The ache intensifies, but only for a second. If she focuses on his arms around her, his lips pressed to the crown of her head, she can tolerate it. Besides... she's only this sore because he's been giving her what she'd been begging for.
Hmm. She really must be exhausted if she's willing to admit that to herself. ]
I guess that makes me the unluckiest Master, then... since I ended up with a troublemaker like you...
[ A sigh flutters out of her. Warm and fond and resigned and grateful. ]
I'm glad it was you. I'm always so glad. ... Keep holding me, okay? Even when we win. I want you to keep holding me even when I get my wish.
[ He doesn't respond. Of course he doesn't. He can't respond to words like that, can't promise her anything, but he holds her a little tighter... and that's just going to have to be enough.
That and, well, the proof of his devotion currently filling her. ]
Oh, quit complaining, you...
[ She's going to demand so much spoiling after this... oh well, he'll just have to oblige. He is looking forward to sleeping with her on top of him on the couch, so it's not like he's getting nothing out of taking care of her still. ]
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Ah... ah... Oberon, I-!
[ She can't speak. Even if she could, her voice would just end up lost in their kiss. And really, right now, she can barely think. With his hands all over her, so roughly pushing her over the edge, there's no way she could think about anything other than just how good it feels to be loved like this.
The noise she makes when they finish together like that is... well, there's really no other word for it than lewd. She nearly folds double when it hits her and her voice spills out in a high, sweet moan - the only reason it's not any louder is because she doesn't have the strength.
It takes several long moments of twitching and shuddering before she finally seems to settle. Even then, trembles roll up and down her spine when she's able to get enough of her mind back together to realise just how full she is, how hot her belly feels and how thoroughly, lovingly used she feels as a result. If he was human like her, if they weren't Master and Servant... letting him empty himself inside her that many times would be guaranteed trouble.
Ai doesn't do much as slump back against him as she does melt entirely and she doesn't say anything. Her breath comes out warm and shallow and her expression is almost... dazed, maybe. Undeniably pleased, but still. She might not have passed out this time but it looks like it was pretty close. ]
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She goes slack in his arms, prompting him to do the same, slumping against the tub with Ai still clenching around him as if trying to ensure that every last drop gets sucked out and into herself. The rippling water finally starts to calm as a result, and as he sucks in deep breaths of air... he looks down at her face.
God, if only she could see how lewd her expression is right now, all dazed and fucked silly. If he were to keep going right now, she would almost undoubtedly pass out in the process.
...the potential badge of honor that comes with fucking your partner into unconsciousness makes him consider it, but he really was pushing it with that last round. Is he finally hitting a proper refractory period? At this point, is it even possible for him to have one? He's still hard enough that he's able to remain inside her as they both catch their breaths, after all. ]
Hah... that'll teach you...
[ ...teach her to keep calling him cute to get him to go wild on her, maybe. ]
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How many times has it been now? He'd snarked about double digits after their last round but she's increasingly unsure whether that really was a joke. Forget overstimulated - she doesn't even know if there's a word for how this feels, a mingled exhaustion and satisfaction that goes so deep into her bone marrow it's almost unbearable. If he even thinks about trying to go for another round after this then she really might die.
Her head lolls against the side of his neck and pressed this close together, he'll be able to feel all the ways her body's still twitching and trembling, overworked muscles protesting their abuse. And her voice, when it finally rises out of her, sounds even more broken and overwhelmed than last time. ]
You're not... ever... allowed to that again. Using your magic like that is... it's cheating...
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[ Y'know, considering how she loved it so much she was begging to be bred like a bunny in heat... or at least, that was what was going on through her head. She was a bit busy getting the words fucked out of her to actually say anything like that.
The water level in the tub dropped as a result of their intensity, and while her body has been repaired enough that she won't be completely incapable of movement... her chest is red from the abuse, her thighs are still bruised, and that isn't even getting into the exhaustion... or the massive thing still buried inside her and keeping the warm substance he just unloaded from leaking out. ]
Next time... think before... calling me that...
[ God he hopes she doesn't call him cute again. He will get as many second winds as he has to, damn it. ]
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[ That's the best retort she can manage, exhausted as she is, and even she can tell how absolutely pathetic it is - the words more or less limp out of her. She probably wouldn't actually die no matter how many times he had his way with her but right now in the moment it's feeling like she came pretty close. Her body might not be as sore as last time now he's healed her a little (well, aside from one particular place) but she's so tired, her head's swimming.
Her head's still resting against his neck and it turns into a nuzzle into his throat. ]
I really won't forgive you for this... you'll have to make it up to me properly... y-you'll have to take care of me without doing this all over again.
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[ Probably the fact that "taking care of her" means "fixing her up" and not "breaking her all over again". Just look at the state of her... still twitching and trembling and filled with him...
He lowers his chin, nuzzling her back as she complains about the mind-blowing experience he just gave her. Nevermind that her lower entrance is still just as broken as always, yet still forced to clench around his large intrusion. ]
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[ It'd be one thing if he'd finished healing her up properly then gone at her again, but he'd purposely been very careful about that - and he'd done it anyway, even knowing how sore and sensitive she was. Even just being like this aches and he's not even moving. He really is a villain. ]
How am I supposed to sleep when I'm this sore...
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[ She'll be too exhausted to stay awake regardless of how much she's aching, he's fairly certain. He also wonders if still being inside her is making it harder for her to be angry with him... ]
Besides... it feels good, doesn't it?
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You're always so mean. You're lucky I like you so much.
[ She's too tired to filter herself quite as much, it seems. And the way she's nuzzling into him makes it clear that for all her fussing, she wants to be held like this. ]
It wouldn't be feel as good if I didn't.
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Yep, I'm one lucky bastard, aren't I?
[ He shifts, unintentionally moving slightly inside her, but genuinely only so that he can more comfortably wrap his arms around her waist and let out a relaxed sigh as he kisses the top of her head. ]
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Hmm. She really must be exhausted if she's willing to admit that to herself. ]
I guess that makes me the unluckiest Master, then... since I ended up with a troublemaker like you...
[ A sigh flutters out of her. Warm and fond and resigned and grateful. ]
I'm glad it was you. I'm always so glad. ... Keep holding me, okay? Even when we win. I want you to keep holding me even when I get my wish.
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That and, well, the proof of his devotion currently filling her. ]
Oh, quit complaining, you...
[ She's going to demand so much spoiling after this... oh well, he'll just have to oblige. He is looking forward to sleeping with her on top of him on the couch, so it's not like he's getting nothing out of taking care of her still. ]