The goddess' moan vibrated Evan's tender, punctured skin, sending a shiver up his leg and through his spine and a groan though his own throat back into the goddess' body. He wanted to be closer still, pressed up against each other like before, and his cock ached to feel inside the goddess again, but he didn't know how to get there from here. So he bit down on her harder and sped up his scratching and drew back his arm to slap her backside again, at least taking out his frustration on her skin.
More shivers raced up him as the goddess let go of her bite and breathed against the wound that she'd left, and Evan couldn't help releasing his own bite with a quiet, shaky sigh--which quickly drew in a deep breath when he heard the goddess murmur his name. He was hesitant, but pliant enough as the goddess shifted to face him, and the hesitation utterly vanished when she leaned in for a kiss. Maybe they were done being cruel to each other now, and could go back to entangling and chasing down bliss together. He was hopeful for that, but she pulled out of the kiss all to quickly for his tastes, and left him breathless and nearly leaning in to try to pull her back into it before he caught himself and stiffened, swallowing nervously as the goddess began to speak.
He blushed at her first comment and cast his gaze to the side. Honestly, he was pretty sure he knew exactly what she meant, as memories of his own danced uncomfortably to mind--that single, stupid comment from the goddess sending him straight back to his old man for one; but also nearly raising his hand against Xavier, among a million others.
He shyly returned his gaze and listened quietly as the goddess continued, not quite stiffening against all response to her kisses, but keeping it to mostly just tiny, silent sighs. His cock was uncontrollable, though, and it swelled and twitched eagerly as the goddess' lips drew close, precum leaking enticingly from its tip.
He did grow stiff when the goddess commented on his body's response to denial, though, feelings of resentment and defensiveness and of fucking course my body responds--whose fucking wouldn't? flaring in his chest. He clenched his fists and his jaw to avoid saying anything rashly, which doubled for biting back a moan as the goddess ran her tongue up the underside of his length. The action sparked enough yearning in him to force the captain to close his eyes and furrow his brow as his hips managed a small, desperate thrust in spite of his efforts to remain still. The goddess' next comment sent a strange warm splash over his chest, almost uncomfortably hot but not quite. The goddess spared him no time to make sense of it though, before taking his cock into her mouth and fully pulling an open-mouth moan from deep within the captain's body.
By now he was leaning back on his arms, his tense, yearning, confused, anxious body tired of holding itself up--not to mention, his hips rather insistent that the goddess have plenty of room. He breathed heavily and forced his eyes open to look at the goddess, blush further coloring his face at the sight. It felt so fucking good--both literally the physical act, and some warm context it seemed to hold for him, taking that strange splash from before and spreading it all over his body. But something about this made him feel anxious, too, in ways he couldn't quite process. Some psychotic voice in his mind pondered whether he should stop her, but it was quickly shouted down by how fucking devastating that would be. No, he wanted this too fucking badly, and so decided to tell his anxiety to shove it so he could just fucking enjoy what was happening.
Of course, for him, that meant twining his fingers in the goddess' hair and starting to take ownership of the depth and the pace--or at least, trying to, only for the goddess to pull back before he had the grip or the leverage to stop her. His hips couldn't help thrusting up after her and the captain let a frustrated growl push out through gritted teeth.
"Fuuuuck!" he groaned after, his eyes once again collecting anger as he glared at the goddess, searching for some signal about what the fuck game she was even playing right now while he contemplated whether he wanted to make any drastic moves to try to change the situation.
((OOC: He'd probably only contemplate that last question for like a couple seconds at most, but I assume the goddess would act before he'd get around to it. And/or even just the expression on her face might impact what he'd do next.))
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
Moderator: On Dreams And Desire
Re: Part 1
With her backside still stinging from two of Evan's slaps now, the goddess pushed Evan's cock deeply into the back of her throat, enjoying the sounds it elicited. At least he didn't feel angry or upset that she had tried to sidestep things before. Or maybe he was far too distracted to care. Either way, the discomfort in her chest was lessening, and she saw a light at this end of this, finally.
But, when Evan grabbed her hair and tried to take control of the pacing, she decided he'd had enough of that distraction. She pulled away abruptly, though not nearly as abruptly as before, and the yearning to be closer to his body became unbearable, now without any anxiety to mitigate whatever she wanted to do next. She looked up at Evan, smirked in a delighted way that was practically a full smile, and lifted his ankles onto her shoulders, the blood from the area smearing and marking one side of her. The slick sensation deepened her smile.
She pressed her eager cock against his anus, and then paused, determining if he was ready to receive her. She knew the area must still be sensitive from... well... let's not go there, but she hoped that his desire far outweighed that at this immediate moment. Tentatively, she pushed forward inside him, finding it not quite ready enough, and suddenly had an idea. She rubbed the side of Evan's ankle with her hand, gathered the small amount of blood she found there, and rubbed it around the tip of her cock. Smiling deviously at Evan once more, she pressed into him lightly at first, fully intending to thrust the rest of the way in if Evan relaxed those muscles at all.
But, when Evan grabbed her hair and tried to take control of the pacing, she decided he'd had enough of that distraction. She pulled away abruptly, though not nearly as abruptly as before, and the yearning to be closer to his body became unbearable, now without any anxiety to mitigate whatever she wanted to do next. She looked up at Evan, smirked in a delighted way that was practically a full smile, and lifted his ankles onto her shoulders, the blood from the area smearing and marking one side of her. The slick sensation deepened her smile.
She pressed her eager cock against his anus, and then paused, determining if he was ready to receive her. She knew the area must still be sensitive from... well... let's not go there, but she hoped that his desire far outweighed that at this immediate moment. Tentatively, she pushed forward inside him, finding it not quite ready enough, and suddenly had an idea. She rubbed the side of Evan's ankle with her hand, gathered the small amount of blood she found there, and rubbed it around the tip of her cock. Smiling deviously at Evan once more, she pressed into him lightly at first, fully intending to thrust the rest of the way in if Evan relaxed those muscles at all.
Re: Part 1
The goddess smirked at Evan after she pulled away, which told him she really was being a bitch--or at least playing at one. He narrowed his eyes, but couldn't quite find it in himself to respond fully in anger. There had been a brightness to her smirk which sent another splash of warmth over his chest and disarmed him somewhat, enough that he was too caught off-kilter to do much when the goddess tugged up his ankles.
That motion pulled a soft gasp from him, his angry frustrated eyes melting with arousal and longing at the sight of his blood smeared on her skin and the feeling of her cock pushing against him. There was also a spike of anxiety, though, and even embarrassment, pricking at his insides and making him tense up. That was not at all how he was used to responding to the possibility of getting rammed, but... well, he supposed things were a little different after last night.
She was easy with him though. Noticed he was tense, grabbed some of his blood for lube--heh--and pressed into him gently to give him a chance to relax. He appreciated that, but still his anxiety prickled, the uncertainty of what he'd actually feel when she pushed inside him almost overwhelming everything else. That made it strangely exciting, but also fucking terrifying. He was successfully keeping his attention focused for now, but he could tell the memory of Philip was... lurking, for lack of a better word. This was risky. But, gods, he did want her. And in this position he could look in her eyes and even if he saw an insufferable smirk, surely he'd know where he really was and what was actually happening. He had to let himself try.
The captain's gaze had sobered somewhat while he focused on calming the prickling in his gut, but it never left the goddess' face. With a careful swallow, his expression started to melt again, and the muscles deep inside him finally relaxed. The goddess wasted no time in responding, and as she pushed the rest of the way into him Evan groaned loudly and let his eyes shut. It was painful, more than usual after last night, but, at least for now, he was determined not to shy away from the experience. He shifted his hips slightly and then made sure to relax his muscles again, his eyes re-opening to look at the goddess with a swirling mixture of longing and embarrassment and fear. He reached down by his hips to find her knees with his fingers, hoping the added touch would help reassure her despite his expression that, yes, he wanted this.
That motion pulled a soft gasp from him, his angry frustrated eyes melting with arousal and longing at the sight of his blood smeared on her skin and the feeling of her cock pushing against him. There was also a spike of anxiety, though, and even embarrassment, pricking at his insides and making him tense up. That was not at all how he was used to responding to the possibility of getting rammed, but... well, he supposed things were a little different after last night.
She was easy with him though. Noticed he was tense, grabbed some of his blood for lube--heh--and pressed into him gently to give him a chance to relax. He appreciated that, but still his anxiety prickled, the uncertainty of what he'd actually feel when she pushed inside him almost overwhelming everything else. That made it strangely exciting, but also fucking terrifying. He was successfully keeping his attention focused for now, but he could tell the memory of Philip was... lurking, for lack of a better word. This was risky. But, gods, he did want her. And in this position he could look in her eyes and even if he saw an insufferable smirk, surely he'd know where he really was and what was actually happening. He had to let himself try.
The captain's gaze had sobered somewhat while he focused on calming the prickling in his gut, but it never left the goddess' face. With a careful swallow, his expression started to melt again, and the muscles deep inside him finally relaxed. The goddess wasted no time in responding, and as she pushed the rest of the way into him Evan groaned loudly and let his eyes shut. It was painful, more than usual after last night, but, at least for now, he was determined not to shy away from the experience. He shifted his hips slightly and then made sure to relax his muscles again, his eyes re-opening to look at the goddess with a swirling mixture of longing and embarrassment and fear. He reached down by his hips to find her knees with his fingers, hoping the added touch would help reassure her despite his expression that, yes, he wanted this.
Re: Part 1
Thrusting into Evan, feeling the sensation of pushing between those muscles, filled the goddess with more longing and pleasure and desire than she had even prepared herself for. She swore she could feel his tenderness, and once she had enough control over herself to open her own eyes--only after emitting a sound that was half relief and half moan--she could see that same sensitivity in the way he clenched his eyes shut. He did shift into her, though, and relaxed again, inviting her in. For a few moments, she did not move. The goddess was patient in wanting for Evan to open his eyes, to make sure that, yes, they really were back on the same page, though the lower parts of her body begged her to do literally anything.
And then his eyes did open, and they were full of what looked like worry and confusion. Was he just doing this to please her, or...? But then she felt his fingertips reach for her, and she felt a wave of his longing again that convinced her. Pressing gently further into him, the goddess laid her body onto Evan's chest, basking in the sensation of his skin, and allowing her hips to move in very small slow circles. Holding her head up, she sought his gaze but could not resist his lips when she saw them, pressing into them tentatively at first but then deeper, letting her own longing for him wash over both of them as her body began pleasantly glowing and subtly sparking again.
And then his eyes did open, and they were full of what looked like worry and confusion. Was he just doing this to please her, or...? But then she felt his fingertips reach for her, and she felt a wave of his longing again that convinced her. Pressing gently further into him, the goddess laid her body onto Evan's chest, basking in the sensation of his skin, and allowing her hips to move in very small slow circles. Holding her head up, she sought his gaze but could not resist his lips when she saw them, pressing into them tentatively at first but then deeper, letting her own longing for him wash over both of them as her body began pleasantly glowing and subtly sparking again.
Re: Part 1
Honestly, Evan was so fucking happy when the goddess laid herself on his chest; he hadn't realized how much he'd wanted that until it happened. He wrapped his arms eagerly around her, and the warmth of their bodies together again made the tenderness he felt at least a little less terrifying. The goddess pulled back just enough for them both to search for each other's expressions and then get completely and utterly distracted by the new proximity of their lips. Evan raised his head to press eagerly into the kiss, his lips dancing with hers and for a moment he forgot his fear and his tenderness altogether.
He moaned softly into the kiss as the goddess moved gently in and out of him, but if he was being completely honest, it felt a little surreal to be fucking this way; slow and tender was not exactly his usual speed. It did make uneasiness start to flare again, but he was still undeniably grateful for it. He might be able to take rougher treatment, but his body, at present, enjoyed this, however uneasy it made his heart. And again, on that front, holding the goddess against him helped, like her body itself was a shield protecting Evan's chest from whatever the fuck it was afraid of. He held her tightly, almost as if his life depended on keeping his arms around her.
He moaned softly into the kiss as the goddess moved gently in and out of him, but if he was being completely honest, it felt a little surreal to be fucking this way; slow and tender was not exactly his usual speed. It did make uneasiness start to flare again, but he was still undeniably grateful for it. He might be able to take rougher treatment, but his body, at present, enjoyed this, however uneasy it made his heart. And again, on that front, holding the goddess against him helped, like her body itself was a shield protecting Evan's chest from whatever the fuck it was afraid of. He held her tightly, almost as if his life depended on keeping his arms around her.
Re: Part 1
The goddess thoroughly appreciated Evan's warmth around her body--his arms, his legs that were now wrapped around behind her, his ass. The tightening of his arms around her sent a rush of energy through her, and she pressed her lips into Evan a little more fervently, as though beginning to demand something of him. Her hips, too, followed suit, picking up their pace slightly as her body's hunger mounted. She wanted more. She wanted to drink and drink and drink of him, and she had grown tired of waiting.
Breaking the kiss only to whisper his name before interlocking with his lips again, the goddess, growing more confident that Evan was, in fact, enjoying this, pushed a little harder, a little faster with her hips. She moaned quietly into Evan's mouth and reached behind his neck with one hand to dig her nails into him there. Gods, she didn't want to stop, and she really didn't have to. Hungrily, she moved her lips away from Evan's and toward his neck, licking the places where she had left marks and sealing them up only to dive her teeth back into the area where his neck met his shoulder again, eliciting a new mark. She could do this all day long.
Before long, her hips had become uncontrollable, pushing into Evan hard and fast, and the goddess greedily drank up every clench of his muscles, every sound out of his mouth, every godsdamned inch on their journey toward ecstasy.
She pulled away from his neck for a moment and gave Evan a light smirk before using her momentum to roll him over on top of her. This had the somewhat unintended consequence of forcing Dehaljadrun's cock out of Evan, but when they landed, the goddess wrapped her legs around Evan and raised an eyebrow.
Breaking the kiss only to whisper his name before interlocking with his lips again, the goddess, growing more confident that Evan was, in fact, enjoying this, pushed a little harder, a little faster with her hips. She moaned quietly into Evan's mouth and reached behind his neck with one hand to dig her nails into him there. Gods, she didn't want to stop, and she really didn't have to. Hungrily, she moved her lips away from Evan's and toward his neck, licking the places where she had left marks and sealing them up only to dive her teeth back into the area where his neck met his shoulder again, eliciting a new mark. She could do this all day long.
Before long, her hips had become uncontrollable, pushing into Evan hard and fast, and the goddess greedily drank up every clench of his muscles, every sound out of his mouth, every godsdamned inch on their journey toward ecstasy.
She pulled away from his neck for a moment and gave Evan a light smirk before using her momentum to roll him over on top of her. This had the somewhat unintended consequence of forcing Dehaljadrun's cock out of Evan, but when they landed, the goddess wrapped her legs around Evan and raised an eyebrow.
Re: Part 1
At first when the goddess broke the kiss a disappointed gasp escaped Evan's lips, but then the goddess whispered his name and a cascade of warm tingles danced over his body, all the way from his scalp to his toes. He let out a moan which gave sound to the sensation, though it was quickly subsumed by the goddess returning her lips to his. And then, the goddess' fingers slid behind his neck, sending delighted chills down his back which only intensified as she dug her nails in.
His body was fully leaning into arousal again, the memory that there even was a memory to be concerned about utterly faded, and the discomfort he'd felt with the pace sublimated into pleasure at the undeniable truth that his body and the goddess' were back in sync. He groaned freely when the goddess moved from the kiss to the wound on his neck, the sharp pain from the nerves there dancing down his skin. Those sensations dissipated into warmth just before the goddess' teeth sank in again and sent a fresh wave of pain practically quaking through his body, eliciting a louder groan which bordered on a scream.
Even so, the captain didn't seem to be protesting in the slightest. His arms gripped just as tightly onto the goddess as ever and his nails only barely dug into her skin, quite possibly just as a reflex; anger, for once, was nowhere to be found. It did occur to him to worry briefly whether it was safe to get as lost as he was getting, but somehow that train of thought was met with pure reassurance, the sensation so strong he couldn't bring himself to wonder about where it was coming from.
He was wrenched into more awareness, though, when he felt the goddess pulling his body into movement, and even moreso when he felt her cock slip out of him. He couldn't help the frustrated cry that escaped him, and his mind hastily assessed the new situation: the goddess on the ground beneath him, her legs around his hips. Some part of him was frankly fucking devastated that the option to shove his ass back down on her cock wasn't readily available, but he swallowed that sensation and resolved to channel his arousal back into his cock, then. With a sharp, determined glare at the goddess--one which tried to be angry, but frankly mostly was just longing channelled into resolve to act--the captain positioned his hips and thrust into the goddess before biting down hard on her breast with a growl.
His body was fully leaning into arousal again, the memory that there even was a memory to be concerned about utterly faded, and the discomfort he'd felt with the pace sublimated into pleasure at the undeniable truth that his body and the goddess' were back in sync. He groaned freely when the goddess moved from the kiss to the wound on his neck, the sharp pain from the nerves there dancing down his skin. Those sensations dissipated into warmth just before the goddess' teeth sank in again and sent a fresh wave of pain practically quaking through his body, eliciting a louder groan which bordered on a scream.
Even so, the captain didn't seem to be protesting in the slightest. His arms gripped just as tightly onto the goddess as ever and his nails only barely dug into her skin, quite possibly just as a reflex; anger, for once, was nowhere to be found. It did occur to him to worry briefly whether it was safe to get as lost as he was getting, but somehow that train of thought was met with pure reassurance, the sensation so strong he couldn't bring himself to wonder about where it was coming from.
He was wrenched into more awareness, though, when he felt the goddess pulling his body into movement, and even moreso when he felt her cock slip out of him. He couldn't help the frustrated cry that escaped him, and his mind hastily assessed the new situation: the goddess on the ground beneath him, her legs around his hips. Some part of him was frankly fucking devastated that the option to shove his ass back down on her cock wasn't readily available, but he swallowed that sensation and resolved to channel his arousal back into his cock, then. With a sharp, determined glare at the goddess--one which tried to be angry, but frankly mostly was just longing channelled into resolve to act--the captain positioned his hips and thrust into the goddess before biting down hard on her breast with a growl.
Re: Part 1
It felt unfathomably good to be nearly back in the position they had started all this in, though this time Evan was on top of her. By choice, she reminded herself. She exhaled loudly and shook briefly with pleasure as Evan entered her again and, at the same time, his teeth hit her breast. Mmmm, she was going to enjoy those marks later. She let him thrust into her, taking everything he wanted as much and as fast as he wanted it, her nails digging gently into the back of his neck almost as though to steady him as her body purred deeply with electricity across her skin. Her mind could not help but memorize the movements of Evan's body and the ferocity of his hunger for her, and she was deeply, deeply pleased.
As soon as it felt that Evan was approaching some sort of climax, however, the goddess rolled the two of them over again, this time intentionally letting Evan slip out of her, but she wasted no time thrusting into his ass again. She flat-out ignored any signs that Evan was frustrated by the switch and pressed forward, pushing and pushing and pushing into Evan without regard for herself or him but only their mutual pleasure, so thick in the air as to be an entity all its own.
She briefly pressed her lips to his chest before she grabbed each of his wrists and held them down above his head to give herself more leverage.
"Evan," she breathed, opening her eyes to look at him though she did not slow the pacing of her motions. She wanted desperately to ask--or perhaps even command--that he allow her into his body again, but the possibility that he would reject it crossed her mind and held her throat closed such that she could only utter his name. "Evan..." In some attempt to communicate what she wanted, her hands lit with heat and electricity, snapping at Evan's skin though not burning him as she had the night before.
As soon as it felt that Evan was approaching some sort of climax, however, the goddess rolled the two of them over again, this time intentionally letting Evan slip out of her, but she wasted no time thrusting into his ass again. She flat-out ignored any signs that Evan was frustrated by the switch and pressed forward, pushing and pushing and pushing into Evan without regard for herself or him but only their mutual pleasure, so thick in the air as to be an entity all its own.
She briefly pressed her lips to his chest before she grabbed each of his wrists and held them down above his head to give herself more leverage.
"Evan," she breathed, opening her eyes to look at him though she did not slow the pacing of her motions. She wanted desperately to ask--or perhaps even command--that he allow her into his body again, but the possibility that he would reject it crossed her mind and held her throat closed such that she could only utter his name. "Evan..." In some attempt to communicate what she wanted, her hands lit with heat and electricity, snapping at Evan's skin though not burning him as she had the night before.
Re: Part 1
Evan had managed to leave frustration behind him quickly enough, his body eager to lose itself in the pleasure it did have access to, of which there was plenty. The bite which had begun in anger sublimated into just another part of his body hungrily chasing pleasure in hers. His teeth gnawed in rhythm with the thrusts of his hips and deep groans echoed happily in his throat at the feeling of the goddess moving and clenching around him, at the blissful sting of her nails digging into his skin, at the way her body moved in perfect compliment with his. His teeth released the place they'd bitten initially to bite into a new place, and then another, each clench of his jaw deep and frantic and hungry to experience more of her as his hips eagerly brought them both further and further into pleasure.
Then, she ripped it from him again. Rolled him back over onto his back, wrenching his teeth from her beast in the process and pulling out a loud, angry, devastated "NO, FUCK--!" as his cock slipped out of her into the cold, lonely air. She wasted no time ramming back into his ass, long past taking it easy there. Evan groaned loudly and hit his fist hard against the cushion beneath him, lamenting it seemed to silently swallow up the anger and frustration from his motion. He blinked hard trying to clear the white smears from his vision, the pain of the goddess' thrust mingling with his frustration and disorientation and making him nearly dizzy. He couldn't decide if he loved or hated the idea that he might pass out.
A kiss on his chest grounded him, though. He still had white in his vision, but warmth sank into his chest and reignited pleasure within him, helping him shift his attention from his aching cock and the more painful aspects of the goddess' motions into the ways she in fact gloriously thrust against exactly the places he wanted her to. Once he found the pleasure, it was so fucking good he sank into it quickly, and couldn't even bring himself to care that the goddess was pinning his hands to the ground.
Evan's name on her breath sent warm, electric tingles over his skin, and finally he was able to blink the last of the white splotches out of his vision with a soft gasp. His legs tightened around her hips, and then she breathed his name again, and his throat pushed out a long, pleasure-filled groan while his mind frantically searched for a response. He could say her name again, and a large part of him wanted to, but he could tell she wasn't just saying his name, and more than anything he wanted to respond in kind. He felt warm pricks and snaps on his wrists and dancing up his arms, and suddenly he knew at least what he hoped the yearning in her eyes and her voice was getting at.
"Please," he breathed, some part of him wanting to just leave it at that--wasn't just saying that word vulnerable enough?--but he pushed through the anxiety in his chest as he drew in another breath to speak, his voice a bit more full and sure now of what he was asking, "Enter me."
Then, she ripped it from him again. Rolled him back over onto his back, wrenching his teeth from her beast in the process and pulling out a loud, angry, devastated "NO, FUCK--!" as his cock slipped out of her into the cold, lonely air. She wasted no time ramming back into his ass, long past taking it easy there. Evan groaned loudly and hit his fist hard against the cushion beneath him, lamenting it seemed to silently swallow up the anger and frustration from his motion. He blinked hard trying to clear the white smears from his vision, the pain of the goddess' thrust mingling with his frustration and disorientation and making him nearly dizzy. He couldn't decide if he loved or hated the idea that he might pass out.
A kiss on his chest grounded him, though. He still had white in his vision, but warmth sank into his chest and reignited pleasure within him, helping him shift his attention from his aching cock and the more painful aspects of the goddess' motions into the ways she in fact gloriously thrust against exactly the places he wanted her to. Once he found the pleasure, it was so fucking good he sank into it quickly, and couldn't even bring himself to care that the goddess was pinning his hands to the ground.
Evan's name on her breath sent warm, electric tingles over his skin, and finally he was able to blink the last of the white splotches out of his vision with a soft gasp. His legs tightened around her hips, and then she breathed his name again, and his throat pushed out a long, pleasure-filled groan while his mind frantically searched for a response. He could say her name again, and a large part of him wanted to, but he could tell she wasn't just saying his name, and more than anything he wanted to respond in kind. He felt warm pricks and snaps on his wrists and dancing up his arms, and suddenly he knew at least what he hoped the yearning in her eyes and her voice was getting at.
"Please," he breathed, some part of him wanting to just leave it at that--wasn't just saying that word vulnerable enough?--but he pushed through the anxiety in his chest as he drew in another breath to speak, his voice a bit more full and sure now of what he was asking, "Enter me."
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun looked pleadingly at Evan, his "please" delicious but disembodied from anything she could fully trust to acquiesce. Pressing into him, she closed her eyes, hoping, praying that he would say more, that she wouldn't need to force this on him as violently as before. And then he said it. Enter me. The words ricocheted across the walls of her mind and exploded in her chest, and though she knew that his initial "please" made what he said a request, it rolled through her body like a command, and she could not, even if she wanted to, hold herself back from it.
The goddess pushed into Evan harder, faster, and sought the edge they were both after, knowing there was finally nothing between them to stop them both from falling--no, diving--off the cliff of pleasure together. As the goddess climaxed within Evan, her hands let loose a potent surge of electricity that arced through their bodies in tandem and only added to the circular current already between them. And the goddess had absolutely no trouble following that flow, allowing it to guide and direct her toward her dissolution. As her body spasmed and released fluids into Evan, the rest of her followed, dissipating into mist and filling up his body until, once more, there were only the flow together, only that bright, swift river of pleasure and potency.
This time, now understanding the landscape of Evan's consciousness and already confident that he could escape on his own, she wrapped herself around his awareness and pulled him gently to one bank of the river, the legs of their ethereal mind forms still basking and tangled in the water. In the bright light, the goddess could have basked with Evan forever, content with the warmth she felt coming from him, the contrasting shiver-inducing chill of the water, and the brilliance of their surroundings.
She lifted her head for a moment, though, and looked around. Everything was green, was healthy, was brighter than her physical form would ever have been comfortable with, but here... it was only welcome. There was no one and nothing around them, only the trees and the widespreading meadows around them, and in the distance, the waterfall. She looked over at it for a few moments, part of her tempted to lead them both there, but she could not bring herself to move from this position with Evan, her arms wrapped around him, their bodies thoroughly entangled.
Finally, though, after what felt like an eternity of glorious stillness, the goddess allowed the image of the river and the surrounding lands fade as she asserted herself within Evan's mind, her presence awash within his blood, her voice gently coaxing him back to a more traditional awareness, I'm here with you, Evan. I'm here with you.
The goddess pushed into Evan harder, faster, and sought the edge they were both after, knowing there was finally nothing between them to stop them both from falling--no, diving--off the cliff of pleasure together. As the goddess climaxed within Evan, her hands let loose a potent surge of electricity that arced through their bodies in tandem and only added to the circular current already between them. And the goddess had absolutely no trouble following that flow, allowing it to guide and direct her toward her dissolution. As her body spasmed and released fluids into Evan, the rest of her followed, dissipating into mist and filling up his body until, once more, there were only the flow together, only that bright, swift river of pleasure and potency.
This time, now understanding the landscape of Evan's consciousness and already confident that he could escape on his own, she wrapped herself around his awareness and pulled him gently to one bank of the river, the legs of their ethereal mind forms still basking and tangled in the water. In the bright light, the goddess could have basked with Evan forever, content with the warmth she felt coming from him, the contrasting shiver-inducing chill of the water, and the brilliance of their surroundings.
She lifted her head for a moment, though, and looked around. Everything was green, was healthy, was brighter than her physical form would ever have been comfortable with, but here... it was only welcome. There was no one and nothing around them, only the trees and the widespreading meadows around them, and in the distance, the waterfall. She looked over at it for a few moments, part of her tempted to lead them both there, but she could not bring herself to move from this position with Evan, her arms wrapped around him, their bodies thoroughly entangled.
Finally, though, after what felt like an eternity of glorious stillness, the goddess allowed the image of the river and the surrounding lands fade as she asserted herself within Evan's mind, her presence awash within his blood, her voice gently coaxing him back to a more traditional awareness, I'm here with you, Evan. I'm here with you.