The last thing Evan would remember was the increased pressure of the goddess leaning further, eagerly in, and with it--ridiculous as it was--the sensation that it seemed like they were on the same page again, both of them driving fervently towards what they knew was about to happen. So while panic spiked once more inside of his body, it felt distant, faded behind a heavy curtain of bliss before blackness fully overtook him.
He caught glimpses beyond the blackness before he fully recovered, his mind briefly a confused, blank slate trying to make sense of the dizziness and the stinging and the caressing and the warmth and the voice and the movement that all played on his senses as he tried to wake up. Some part of him enjoyed that state, swirling and aimless and almost carefree--but he was also determined to leave it, sure that something even better was just within reach.
The pieces of the experience around him finally all lined up into something coherent--right, those were cushions beneath him; right, he was still with the goddess; heh, right, she'd just fully choked him out--and the captain moaned as he opened his eyes blearily, his body already swaying with the goddess' motions. Without even thinking about it, Evan's arms were eagerly wrapping around the goddess, the rest of his body more fervently pressing against her now that he had strength to spare again.
"De..."
He found himself murmuring by her ear, motivated only by the sureness that it would feel good both to say and to hear.
"Dehal..."
A chill ran down his spine, excited and electric with anticipation.
"Dehaljadrun!"
He wasted little time in biting down on the goddess' neck once his murmur-turned-growl was complete, his arms tightening excitedly around the goddess and his body arching up to hold her close; he wanted as best as he could to feel every last way that the goddess reacted.
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
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Re: Part 1
The goddess' heart jumped when she heard a moan escape Evan's mouth. He was waking up, his body moving with hers even before he was fully awake. She delighted in the ways he wanted her, sinking deeply into their mutual pleasure. When his arms wrapped around her, she could not help but emit one quick but potent choked sound, and she let her head fall forward between Evan's head and shoulders. And still, he pushed up against her. Dehaljadrun let one of her hands reach for the side of Evan's jaw while the other tangled itself in his hair, pressing their bodies closer together so their bare lengths fell against each other. She had the tip of him pressed up against the entrance to her body, waiting for the right moment...
And then she heard the first syllable of her name.
She cried out, awash with the emotion of knowing it was the first thing out of Evan's mouth once he had regained consciousness. She hoped desperately he wasn't trying to trick her by feinting. Samael had poisoned her name enough without more of that.
But, no, the second syllable rhythmically followed the first, and she moaned with anticipation, pushing her head against Evan's neck--burying it into him--as her hand tightened its grip in his mess of hair. She knew he would say all of it; she knew it with all of her being, and her body could not possibly wait. It quaked with desire and lust and craving and ache and excitement and thrill and--fuck it--happiness at being thrust into this moment with Evan. She couldn't have asked for something more worshipful than this.
Dehaljadrun!
She could not possibly have helped it; the goddess pushed Evan deep inside her as her own name rang through her ears, awakening every nerve in her body, her mind, her being. It flooded her with a light and a presence that glowed for a few moments with blinding purple brilliance. It resounded from the walls of the palace and shook her body, earthquakes trembling with pleasure and gratitude after having been so starved for devotion such as this. He really did want to do this. He really did want to be with her. He really was worshipping her. No part of him held back as the sound of his voice poured in.
Without any chance for the goddess to gather herself, she felt the potent sting of Evan's teeth clamping down on her neck, and she could not help but think, yes, please, take me, drain me, keep my blood in your body for yourself, even though she knew that was something she really, really ought not let happen. But, damn it all to hell, she couldn't pull back or out of it in a bliss-induced state such as this. The goddess moaned loudly the vibrations of her vocal chords shivering through Evan's body as her body continued to be uncontrollably compliant.
And then she heard the first syllable of her name.
She cried out, awash with the emotion of knowing it was the first thing out of Evan's mouth once he had regained consciousness. She hoped desperately he wasn't trying to trick her by feinting. Samael had poisoned her name enough without more of that.
But, no, the second syllable rhythmically followed the first, and she moaned with anticipation, pushing her head against Evan's neck--burying it into him--as her hand tightened its grip in his mess of hair. She knew he would say all of it; she knew it with all of her being, and her body could not possibly wait. It quaked with desire and lust and craving and ache and excitement and thrill and--fuck it--happiness at being thrust into this moment with Evan. She couldn't have asked for something more worshipful than this.
Dehaljadrun!
She could not possibly have helped it; the goddess pushed Evan deep inside her as her own name rang through her ears, awakening every nerve in her body, her mind, her being. It flooded her with a light and a presence that glowed for a few moments with blinding purple brilliance. It resounded from the walls of the palace and shook her body, earthquakes trembling with pleasure and gratitude after having been so starved for devotion such as this. He really did want to do this. He really did want to be with her. He really was worshipping her. No part of him held back as the sound of his voice poured in.
Without any chance for the goddess to gather herself, she felt the potent sting of Evan's teeth clamping down on her neck, and she could not help but think, yes, please, take me, drain me, keep my blood in your body for yourself, even though she knew that was something she really, really ought not let happen. But, damn it all to hell, she couldn't pull back or out of it in a bliss-induced state such as this. The goddess moaned loudly the vibrations of her vocal chords shivering through Evan's body as her body continued to be uncontrollably compliant.
Re: Part 1
Evan growled against the goddess' neck as he not only felt her shudder and quake in his arms but also around him, enveloping him, devouring him. He could feel how hungry she was, the way that she moved and moaned and lost herself in him. Her hunger felt like his own--or maybe it was his--and he gnawed at her neck as though it sustained him, while his body elatedly moved against the goddess, in and out of her, squeezing and scratching at her, savoring how many indescribably glorious ways they presently connected.
He sincerely wanted nothing else in this moment but for it to last forever, and his body actually slowed in that spirit, sending another groan through Evan's throat to vibrate against the goddess' skin as he pulled himself back from a nearby peak. The ache of avoiding it pulsed in his groin and tugged at his chest, but even those sensations were pleasurable right now, especially as they found an outlet through nails digging deeper into skin, not caring if they broke it as they dragged fervently along.
His teeth were also pretty far past caring what effect they had on the goddess' neck, though the captain was beginning to war with himself over whether to continue his deep, ravenous bite, or whether to break from it to chant the goddess' name once more, his lips tingling merely at the thought. His jaw eventually yielded, handicapped by a powerfully increasing need to get a better breath, and Evan released his bite and drew in a gasp before once again letting that delectable, anticipation-sparking syllable fall from his lips.
"De..."
His voice was louder this time, smooth and thick and full of pleasure.
"Dehal..."
His body had started moving faster again, his thrusts deep and his muscles tightening. Perhaps now, with the goddess' name in his mind and echoing gloriously throughout his body, he'd chase down the chance to take a leap and fall with the goddess into what he was sure would be an unprecedented bliss.
"Dehaljadrun!"
He sincerely wanted nothing else in this moment but for it to last forever, and his body actually slowed in that spirit, sending another groan through Evan's throat to vibrate against the goddess' skin as he pulled himself back from a nearby peak. The ache of avoiding it pulsed in his groin and tugged at his chest, but even those sensations were pleasurable right now, especially as they found an outlet through nails digging deeper into skin, not caring if they broke it as they dragged fervently along.
His teeth were also pretty far past caring what effect they had on the goddess' neck, though the captain was beginning to war with himself over whether to continue his deep, ravenous bite, or whether to break from it to chant the goddess' name once more, his lips tingling merely at the thought. His jaw eventually yielded, handicapped by a powerfully increasing need to get a better breath, and Evan released his bite and drew in a gasp before once again letting that delectable, anticipation-sparking syllable fall from his lips.
"De..."
His voice was louder this time, smooth and thick and full of pleasure.
"Dehal..."
His body had started moving faster again, his thrusts deep and his muscles tightening. Perhaps now, with the goddess' name in his mind and echoing gloriously throughout his body, he'd chase down the chance to take a leap and fall with the goddess into what he was sure would be an unprecedented bliss.
"Dehaljadrun!"
Re: Part 1
At first, Evan's movements only added to the goddess' state, making it nearly impossible to do anything but surrender to his longing, his desire, his want for her and everything between them. The bite continued to be excruciatingly delicious, but it began to fade into the background compared to everything else the goddess felt--the quick successions of rise and fall from Evan's hips, the sensation of his arms around her, his absolute delight that she had reacted so strongly to the sound of him saying her name.
And then, as the goddess felt Evan's desire mounting, he began to slow down, and the goddess lifted her head, her bliss shaken by the thought that some part of Evan did not want this. But, a quick look into what she could see of his face as his teeth continued to bite down against her neck allayed those fears. No, he really wanted this, so why...? The goddess was certainly not used to someone holding back on her account. Hell, by now, they wouldn't have had much choice in the matter.
But she already knew that Evan was different. He had taunted and tricked her, resisted her desires to obey her, thrown her off a table for gods' sake; No, he was not going to fall completely into her power now, surely. And then he released his teeth from her neck--eliciting a gasp--before he started saying her name again. And she deeply wanted it, but something about the way he said it, full of a seduction all its own threw the goddess into a memory of one of her nights with the king when he had chanted her name in a very similar tone of voice. A tone of voice that she had believed and fed into because it was true and authentic and exactly what the king needed to gain her trust before he...
"Ahhh-raaa-aaaaa!" The goddess yelled just as Evan finished the last syllable of her name. At the same time, she pulled herself off him and stood up, her body reeling from the speed of her dismount, her mind dizzy with confusion as she tried to calm her racing breath, her expression distraught even though her mind tried to convince her that the king was definitely nowhere in sight. The sooner he's dead, the better, a voice in her head retorted. Tears escaped her eyes before she even realized it, but she turned around as soon as she did, completely uncertain how she would possibly explain what had happened to Evan. She hated the idea that he might think it was his fault--or worse, that she didn't actually want him saying her name. She scoffed and wiped water from her face, aroused and exhausted and sad and confused and dizzy and throbbing as she put her hand to her neck and ran her fingers over the deep depressions Evan had made, unconsciously seeking comfort.
He wants to be here. He wants to be here. We have a deal, and he wants to be here, the goddess said over and over in her mind, but she was having tremendous difficultly shaking the image off, and when she turned her head back to glance at Evan, her arms gripping themselves across her body, she was again surprised not to see the king's face.
And then, as the goddess felt Evan's desire mounting, he began to slow down, and the goddess lifted her head, her bliss shaken by the thought that some part of Evan did not want this. But, a quick look into what she could see of his face as his teeth continued to bite down against her neck allayed those fears. No, he really wanted this, so why...? The goddess was certainly not used to someone holding back on her account. Hell, by now, they wouldn't have had much choice in the matter.
But she already knew that Evan was different. He had taunted and tricked her, resisted her desires to obey her, thrown her off a table for gods' sake; No, he was not going to fall completely into her power now, surely. And then he released his teeth from her neck--eliciting a gasp--before he started saying her name again. And she deeply wanted it, but something about the way he said it, full of a seduction all its own threw the goddess into a memory of one of her nights with the king when he had chanted her name in a very similar tone of voice. A tone of voice that she had believed and fed into because it was true and authentic and exactly what the king needed to gain her trust before he...
"Ahhh-raaa-aaaaa!" The goddess yelled just as Evan finished the last syllable of her name. At the same time, she pulled herself off him and stood up, her body reeling from the speed of her dismount, her mind dizzy with confusion as she tried to calm her racing breath, her expression distraught even though her mind tried to convince her that the king was definitely nowhere in sight. The sooner he's dead, the better, a voice in her head retorted. Tears escaped her eyes before she even realized it, but she turned around as soon as she did, completely uncertain how she would possibly explain what had happened to Evan. She hated the idea that he might think it was his fault--or worse, that she didn't actually want him saying her name. She scoffed and wiped water from her face, aroused and exhausted and sad and confused and dizzy and throbbing as she put her hand to her neck and ran her fingers over the deep depressions Evan had made, unconsciously seeking comfort.
He wants to be here. He wants to be here. We have a deal, and he wants to be here, the goddess said over and over in her mind, but she was having tremendous difficultly shaking the image off, and when she turned her head back to glance at Evan, her arms gripping themselves across her body, she was again surprised not to see the king's face.
Re: Part 1
Absolutely no part of Evan had prepared for the possibility that the goddess would pull away from him. His nails dug deeper into her skin, begging her to stay close to him before he even realized what was happening. But in an instant, the goddess was standing out of his reach, and Evan cried out in shock and frustration as his hips thrust into the cold empty air above him.
The thought crossed his mind to just use his hand if she was gonna be a bitch about it, but the thought fell flat in only an instant, settling embarrassment and unease in his gut. Instead the captain rolled onto his side and let his fist drop down heavily on a cushion, his throat growling loudly and then his voice cursing to try to vent at least some of what was currently pent up inside him. Then, to try to calm down, he tensed his body from head to toe as he breathed heavily, largely in an effort to keep his hips from pathetically flailing as though they might find something satisfying to thrust into or at least against. Nothing would be satisfying right now that wasn't the goddess.
His mind cycled through shit he might want to say--'What the fuck?' was high on the list, but again that fell flat, and in the end the captain simply grit his teeth and growled again before finally lifting his head and looking to the goddess, his gaze full of confusion and frustration and warring sentiments of anger and concern. The anger faded when he truly saw her, though--hints of tears in her eyes and her arms wrapped around herself. She looked maybe more vulnerable than he had yet seen her, and while it did nothing to relieve the yearning and frustration in his body, it did settle a rather powerful sensation of static and fog in his chest that, at least momentarily, utterly dwarfed everything else.
He cast his gaze to the side, he supposed out of an impulse to offer her another moment of privacy. His mind continued cycling through things to say--'Fuck, what did I do?' the front-runner presently--but he kept himself from blurting out anything that didn't feel right... and honestly, words kept just not feeling right, no matter which ones he considered.
Finally, the captain groaned and pushed himself to his feet before starting to walk forward, slowly, his gaze returning to the goddess so he could carefully assess her response as he approached. He wanted so badly to touch her again, to hold her in his arms and bring their bodies back together, but... only if she wanted it, too. He wasn't totally sure what the difference between her wanting that and not looked like, but he'd be searching for it every step of the way.
((OOC: And, like, if he can't find a signal from her that makes him feel confident she wants his touch, we know what he'd do, but it felt like getting ahead of ourselves to include that as a hypothetical here.))
The thought crossed his mind to just use his hand if she was gonna be a bitch about it, but the thought fell flat in only an instant, settling embarrassment and unease in his gut. Instead the captain rolled onto his side and let his fist drop down heavily on a cushion, his throat growling loudly and then his voice cursing to try to vent at least some of what was currently pent up inside him. Then, to try to calm down, he tensed his body from head to toe as he breathed heavily, largely in an effort to keep his hips from pathetically flailing as though they might find something satisfying to thrust into or at least against. Nothing would be satisfying right now that wasn't the goddess.
His mind cycled through shit he might want to say--'What the fuck?' was high on the list, but again that fell flat, and in the end the captain simply grit his teeth and growled again before finally lifting his head and looking to the goddess, his gaze full of confusion and frustration and warring sentiments of anger and concern. The anger faded when he truly saw her, though--hints of tears in her eyes and her arms wrapped around herself. She looked maybe more vulnerable than he had yet seen her, and while it did nothing to relieve the yearning and frustration in his body, it did settle a rather powerful sensation of static and fog in his chest that, at least momentarily, utterly dwarfed everything else.
He cast his gaze to the side, he supposed out of an impulse to offer her another moment of privacy. His mind continued cycling through things to say--'Fuck, what did I do?' the front-runner presently--but he kept himself from blurting out anything that didn't feel right... and honestly, words kept just not feeling right, no matter which ones he considered.
Finally, the captain groaned and pushed himself to his feet before starting to walk forward, slowly, his gaze returning to the goddess so he could carefully assess her response as he approached. He wanted so badly to touch her again, to hold her in his arms and bring their bodies back together, but... only if she wanted it, too. He wasn't totally sure what the difference between her wanting that and not looked like, but he'd be searching for it every step of the way.
((OOC: And, like, if he can't find a signal from her that makes him feel confident she wants his touch, we know what he'd do, but it felt like getting ahead of ourselves to include that as a hypothetical here.))
Re: Part 1
When the goddess saw that Evan was approaching her, she turned fully around to face him and let her arms fall to her sides. She attempted to pull back some semblance of power, of control, but it was slow in coming back. She did, however, have some success summoning a more neutral facial expression. Fuck that son of a bitch, the goddess thought, furious that she was still dealing with remnants from what the king had done to her, even if she did not consider the bindings.
Taking a few deep breaths, she looked at Evan and forced a smirk onto her face. "You pulled back first," she said, crossing her arms, "and you can't hide how much you enjoyed that." She was definitely trying to play it off, and she knew that Evan had seen, at least for a moment, that there was more to it than that, but she didn't want to have to fucking talk with Evan more, gods. Plus, he was already on his way toward her, and she could not helpful herself from uncrossing her arms again and taking a few steps closer to meet him in the middle, gently grasping his naked hips and pulling him to her. She breathed potently against his neck, hoping they could just forget about what had happened and move the fuck on.
((OOC: I'm not attached to any particular outcome here, but she definitely wants to slide past this, though it will almost surely come up again at some point later either way.))
Taking a few deep breaths, she looked at Evan and forced a smirk onto her face. "You pulled back first," she said, crossing her arms, "and you can't hide how much you enjoyed that." She was definitely trying to play it off, and she knew that Evan had seen, at least for a moment, that there was more to it than that, but she didn't want to have to fucking talk with Evan more, gods. Plus, he was already on his way toward her, and she could not helpful herself from uncrossing her arms again and taking a few steps closer to meet him in the middle, gently grasping his naked hips and pulling him to her. She breathed potently against his neck, hoping they could just forget about what had happened and move the fuck on.
((OOC: I'm not attached to any particular outcome here, but she definitely wants to slide past this, though it will almost surely come up again at some point later either way.))
Re: Part 1
Evan stopped walking when the goddess spoke, his expression at first looking genuinely confused and then pulling back in some anger. So, she was going to be a bitch about this, then. Whatever the fuck she was on about, it was painfully obvious that he hadn't been the one to tear their bodies away from each other. He debated whether to argue--hadn't he been practically entranced after regaining consciousness? Hadn't she felt how completely laid bare to the pleasure between them he'd been? Why in the fuck would he have pulled back first? But, frankly, it seemed perfectly likely that yes, she was well fucking aware of those things, and was covering up something else. Fine then; apparently the moment for vulnerability had passed.
The captain collected a darker expression, and began approaching the goddess again, grinning when he saw that she was beginning to approach him too. He let her touch his hips and pull him closer, but he didn't embrace her as he would have. Instead, one hand tangled firmly in the goddess' hair just above the back of her neck, and his other hand found her backside to dig its nails angrily into, his body tensing to thoroughly subdue the shudder that tried to escape him when she breathed on his neck. He collected himself stubbornly, and then pulled suddenly back from her, yanking her hair to the side and using his foot to practically kick her ankle out from under her. If he had his way, he'd watch her fall onto her side with an insufferable grin across his face.
The captain collected a darker expression, and began approaching the goddess again, grinning when he saw that she was beginning to approach him too. He let her touch his hips and pull him closer, but he didn't embrace her as he would have. Instead, one hand tangled firmly in the goddess' hair just above the back of her neck, and his other hand found her backside to dig its nails angrily into, his body tensing to thoroughly subdue the shudder that tried to escape him when she breathed on his neck. He collected himself stubbornly, and then pulled suddenly back from her, yanking her hair to the side and using his foot to practically kick her ankle out from under her. If he had his way, he'd watch her fall onto her side with an insufferable grin across his face.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun felt Evan's fingers wrap into the back of her hair, and for a second, she thought he had taken the bait, but then he twisted hard, and his nails dug into her in a way that was thoroughly enraged. Gods, what had she done? But there wasn't exactly any going back now.
The goddess gasped loudly as Evan pulled away from her but had no time to be upset because before she knew it, he had yanked her hair downward, and she was compelled to follow the momentum, completely unprepared for when Evan kicked out a foot this time. She went down, almost willingly and some part of her was grateful for the way her body hit the ground; physical pain was so much easier to bear right now, and they were a fair bit along the path to distracting her. Besides, even if she had told Evan, there wasn't any-fucking-thing he could do about it, so what was the fucking point?
But he would care, a voice within her argued and flashed an image in Dehaljadrun's mind of the time they spent at the cliffs when Evan offered not to bring Uranel up again.
Even more reason not to bring it up now. It was just another sore spot for both of them.
Still, Evan still held his hand in her hair, and she had crumpled, her body a tangle of arms and knees, her hair covering her face. She was breathing heavily, grateful for the pain, grateful that Evan was taking this out on her, grateful that he was enjoying this so fucking much and that she could feel it. She was tempted to just let him continue; maybe he'd toss another kick in there that would make her feel better, but a few mere seconds passed before the goddess realized that she absolutely could not let this stand. It was... it was part of it.
Not at all caring how much it hurt her, the goddess pulled against Evan's grip and lunged for one of his ankles and bit down hard around and to the side of the back of his heel. She hoped it would take him off balance enough to make him land on his ass--or maybe even on top of her. Not to mention that she wanted to remind herself of all the ways that Evan was different, so much a better distraction than anyone who had ever been here before, and the fastest way to do that was with his blood, which trickled out of puncture holes she left in the area. She sucked and sucked and sucked relentlessly, eager to return to the bliss and just forget, grasping Evan's ankles with each of her hands.
The goddess gasped loudly as Evan pulled away from her but had no time to be upset because before she knew it, he had yanked her hair downward, and she was compelled to follow the momentum, completely unprepared for when Evan kicked out a foot this time. She went down, almost willingly and some part of her was grateful for the way her body hit the ground; physical pain was so much easier to bear right now, and they were a fair bit along the path to distracting her. Besides, even if she had told Evan, there wasn't any-fucking-thing he could do about it, so what was the fucking point?
But he would care, a voice within her argued and flashed an image in Dehaljadrun's mind of the time they spent at the cliffs when Evan offered not to bring Uranel up again.
Even more reason not to bring it up now. It was just another sore spot for both of them.
Still, Evan still held his hand in her hair, and she had crumpled, her body a tangle of arms and knees, her hair covering her face. She was breathing heavily, grateful for the pain, grateful that Evan was taking this out on her, grateful that he was enjoying this so fucking much and that she could feel it. She was tempted to just let him continue; maybe he'd toss another kick in there that would make her feel better, but a few mere seconds passed before the goddess realized that she absolutely could not let this stand. It was... it was part of it.
Not at all caring how much it hurt her, the goddess pulled against Evan's grip and lunged for one of his ankles and bit down hard around and to the side of the back of his heel. She hoped it would take him off balance enough to make him land on his ass--or maybe even on top of her. Not to mention that she wanted to remind herself of all the ways that Evan was different, so much a better distraction than anyone who had ever been here before, and the fastest way to do that was with his blood, which trickled out of puncture holes she left in the area. She sucked and sucked and sucked relentlessly, eager to return to the bliss and just forget, grasping Evan's ankles with each of her hands.
Re: Part 1
Evan nearly purred as the goddess went down, a thrill and a satisfaction dancing in his gut and gliding over his back and his scalp. Some part of him was uneasy about the way she was crumpled and not immediately fighting back, but he clung to the frustration he'd felt when she'd pulled away from him, and the anger that had spiked in him when she claimed he'd pulled away first. She'd basically fucking asked him to take some shit out on her, to be real fucking frank.
He moved to get a better angle to slap the goddess' face, but before he could wrench her hair to force her to face him, she lunged all at once for his leg. He had just enough time to brace for her trying to pull him off balance, but didn't at all brace for the pain of her teeth biting down. It shot up his leg and his rib and his neck, and he couldn't quite stop himself from falling down on his knees with a groan, the sensation was so loud and unfamiliar coming from that place on his body. After a moment of heavy breathing he managed to (mostly) collect himself, and he glared back at the goddess before twisting to sink his teeth into her hip, one hand landing a sharp slap on her ass, and the other dragging fast, angry red lines down her side.
He moved to get a better angle to slap the goddess' face, but before he could wrench her hair to force her to face him, she lunged all at once for his leg. He had just enough time to brace for her trying to pull him off balance, but didn't at all brace for the pain of her teeth biting down. It shot up his leg and his rib and his neck, and he couldn't quite stop himself from falling down on his knees with a groan, the sensation was so loud and unfamiliar coming from that place on his body. After a moment of heavy breathing he managed to (mostly) collect himself, and he glared back at the goddess before twisting to sink his teeth into her hip, one hand landing a sharp slap on her ass, and the other dragging fast, angry red lines down her side.
Re: Part 1
Thank gods that Evan went down, although it wasn't long before he was making use of the position, his teeth against her hipbone, his nails sliding down her backside. The goddess moaned into Evan's ankle, eager to be tangled up with him, her body certainly trying to pick right back up where they left off. She pivoted to push more of her hip into Evan's mouth and bit down harder, sucking and sucking and sucking as her eyes rolled back into her head.
But there was that nagging feeling that they had something unresolved again, that his anger wasn't the type she actually enjoyed and wanted. This felt like punishment, and for a crime she hadn't even owned up to. Fuck, if she really wanted them to merge tonight, it wasn't going to happen like this.
Her body pressed itself against Evan's, thrusting up into his scratches and pushing into his mouth as though her body was independently aware this might be over soon. Again, she sucked and bit harder at Evan's ankle, angry and frustrated but unable to ignore that stupid pain in her chest.
Finally, she lifted her teeth from Evan's ankle but stayed close to it, allowing her breath to touch the area, hoping to elicit shivers. She kissed the area gently several times as well, still unwilling to end any of this, but... Fuck.
"Evan," she said into his ankle quietly, completely out of breath. "Evan." She let her body do the rest, then, pulling out of Evan's grip and rotating around so that she could once more find his lips, her eyes sad and worried and hungry and aching. She kissed him deeply and planted a few lighter kisses on his bottom lip before she finally looked at him full on.
"Memory is a cruel master," she said, realizing that would probably mean nothing to Evan. "I didn't want..." She started kissing down Evan's torso. "...to pull away from you..." Finding the area where his pubic hair began, she bit the skin gently on one side. "...I never want to." She licked the area just above his length now, hungry and oh-so-tempted.
"...But, I can't ignore how much your body responds when I deny you..." the goddess said, knowing she would have to do better than that if she wanted to resolve the feeling in her chest. Before she said anything else, however, she took Evan's cock by one hand and licked the underside of it, rolling the taste of him around in her mouth. "...and your voice sounded like the king's for a moment." She wasted no breath before plunging Evan's cock into her mouth, hoping desperately that she could distract him enough that he wouldn't need to say anything more, that he would just understand and the ache in her chest would go away.
((OOC: If Evan makes any attempts to hold her head there, she's going to pull off very quickly.))
But there was that nagging feeling that they had something unresolved again, that his anger wasn't the type she actually enjoyed and wanted. This felt like punishment, and for a crime she hadn't even owned up to. Fuck, if she really wanted them to merge tonight, it wasn't going to happen like this.
Her body pressed itself against Evan's, thrusting up into his scratches and pushing into his mouth as though her body was independently aware this might be over soon. Again, she sucked and bit harder at Evan's ankle, angry and frustrated but unable to ignore that stupid pain in her chest.
Finally, she lifted her teeth from Evan's ankle but stayed close to it, allowing her breath to touch the area, hoping to elicit shivers. She kissed the area gently several times as well, still unwilling to end any of this, but... Fuck.
"Evan," she said into his ankle quietly, completely out of breath. "Evan." She let her body do the rest, then, pulling out of Evan's grip and rotating around so that she could once more find his lips, her eyes sad and worried and hungry and aching. She kissed him deeply and planted a few lighter kisses on his bottom lip before she finally looked at him full on.
"Memory is a cruel master," she said, realizing that would probably mean nothing to Evan. "I didn't want..." She started kissing down Evan's torso. "...to pull away from you..." Finding the area where his pubic hair began, she bit the skin gently on one side. "...I never want to." She licked the area just above his length now, hungry and oh-so-tempted.
"...But, I can't ignore how much your body responds when I deny you..." the goddess said, knowing she would have to do better than that if she wanted to resolve the feeling in her chest. Before she said anything else, however, she took Evan's cock by one hand and licked the underside of it, rolling the taste of him around in her mouth. "...and your voice sounded like the king's for a moment." She wasted no breath before plunging Evan's cock into her mouth, hoping desperately that she could distract him enough that he wouldn't need to say anything more, that he would just understand and the ache in her chest would go away.
((OOC: If Evan makes any attempts to hold her head there, she's going to pull off very quickly.))