Evan was relieved to see the goddess' smile, though he only let that outwardly show by way of the smug grin on his face widening.
He was surprised by what she offered, though, and not entirely sure how to feel about it. His hand gently fished the scale back out of his pocket, and his eyes regarded it curiously. Oh, the swell in his pants certainly felt some way about it, but rational parts of his brain tried to argue that accepting that offer was a bad call on multiple fronts. For one thing, the lightning band she'd sent him back with the previous day had been a concession, not a perk, and it seemed a little like it'd be yielding ground to let this be framed differently. But, then again, the lightning band was completely out of his control; this, he could protect or--well, not--to his heart's content. It wouldn't serve any strategic purpose, though, and if anything would only compromise his value to Mizu, which... he had to admit was a sore topic, after Blake's accusation.
The captain closed his hand around the scale and lifted his gaze back to the goddess, his expression still smirking but his eyebrow raised incredulously. Despite all the rational reasons not to, he found that he wanted to say yes, which... at least seemed to indicate that staying was in fact what he wanted to do, though he still felt some hesitation. Maybe... only on certain terms, he supposed. He spent a moment searching his mind for what those terms needed to be, all the while trying to keep his expression steady.
"Next time you want to punish me," he finally said, "you do the deed yourself."
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
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Dehaljadrun grew increasingly nervous as Evan hesitated. Perhaps that hadn't been the right direction to go after all. And then Evan's comment momentarily hit her heart like a brick as she relived Evan's sensations when she had entered his body to stop Philip. Yes, she could surely agree to that. He deserved that much, and she could still punish him herself, which she was certain she would want to do again at some point.
She couldn't make heads or tails out of whether Evan's comment meant he wanted to leave or stay, though, and she was tempted to sort through his thoughts to find that answer, but that currently still felt like a violation.
"Happily," she said, leaning on the fact that he was smug again and surely that was a good sign. Rather than suggest something immediately, she left space in the conversation for Evan to make the next move or accept her offer more explicitly, though she wasn't going to let dead air linger for long.
She couldn't make heads or tails out of whether Evan's comment meant he wanted to leave or stay, though, and she was tempted to sort through his thoughts to find that answer, but that currently still felt like a violation.
"Happily," she said, leaning on the fact that he was smug again and surely that was a good sign. Rather than suggest something immediately, she left space in the conversation for Evan to make the next move or accept her offer more explicitly, though she wasn't going to let dead air linger for long.
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Evan's grin widened again at her response, as he couldn't help imagining how differently this evening would have gone if she'd just fucked him herself in the first place. It was confusing as fuck to try to sort through why that would have been so. much. better, but he contented himself, for now at least, with just having identified that it would have been.
"Well then," the captain replied, his ever-widening smug as fuck grin now creeping into shit-eating territory, "Shall we get back to it?"
Parts of his brain were horrified that he was going through with this, but it seemed at this point the rest of him was entirely too resolved on the matter to care.
"Well then," the captain replied, his ever-widening smug as fuck grin now creeping into shit-eating territory, "Shall we get back to it?"
Parts of his brain were horrified that he was going through with this, but it seemed at this point the rest of him was entirely too resolved on the matter to care.
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Evan's grin was now so wide that some part of her who cared much less about him wanted to slap it right off his face. But, now wasn't the time. Hopefully soon, though. Dehaljadrun now thoroughly believed that it would soon be possible to slap him without it hurting the wound she had created. Besides, he did practically request that she punish him.
Even without trying, she saw the image in Evan's mind as he imagined what it would be like if she had fucked him, and her whole body lit up like a live wire, suddenly determined again to make that happen. But, it made sense to return to the palace at least, first. And that meant...
The goddess took one last, somewhat longing look at the ocean as it crashed and lapped up against the cliffs. She would get beyond this again, one day. She swore it. And in the meantime, she was going to make the king pay.
Turning back from that sight, though, Dehaljadrun had a renewed glint of mischief in her eye as she moved away from Evan and turned back into her dragon. Even the dragon appeared to smirk as she lowered herself to make it possible for Evan to get back on. Once he was settled, the dragon let loose a shiver that sent slight electricity to the surface of her thick skin, tingling and extremely pleasant. The dragon practically laughed, knowing that it would arouse Evan and feeling into that sensation as much as possible.
Hold on tight this time, the dragon said inside Evan's mind and accomplished some mental equivalent of Evan's shit-eating grin. The dragon wasted little time in taking off this time, whooshing into the salty, misty air quickly until she was completely above the clouds. She rose much higher than the previous time, waiting only until Evan started to get cold before diving back toward the ground. The dragon pulled out of the dive early, not wanting to scare Evan too much, but then rose up again and dove deeper this time, feeling into every sensation the ride would give Evan. The dragon was exhilarated and thrilled to give this much life to her wings. It had been some time since she had been brought out to take flight, and the pleasant sensation radiating from her scales only increased as she cut gracefully through the air.
Even without trying, she saw the image in Evan's mind as he imagined what it would be like if she had fucked him, and her whole body lit up like a live wire, suddenly determined again to make that happen. But, it made sense to return to the palace at least, first. And that meant...
The goddess took one last, somewhat longing look at the ocean as it crashed and lapped up against the cliffs. She would get beyond this again, one day. She swore it. And in the meantime, she was going to make the king pay.
Turning back from that sight, though, Dehaljadrun had a renewed glint of mischief in her eye as she moved away from Evan and turned back into her dragon. Even the dragon appeared to smirk as she lowered herself to make it possible for Evan to get back on. Once he was settled, the dragon let loose a shiver that sent slight electricity to the surface of her thick skin, tingling and extremely pleasant. The dragon practically laughed, knowing that it would arouse Evan and feeling into that sensation as much as possible.
Hold on tight this time, the dragon said inside Evan's mind and accomplished some mental equivalent of Evan's shit-eating grin. The dragon wasted little time in taking off this time, whooshing into the salty, misty air quickly until she was completely above the clouds. She rose much higher than the previous time, waiting only until Evan started to get cold before diving back toward the ground. The dragon pulled out of the dive early, not wanting to scare Evan too much, but then rose up again and dove deeper this time, feeling into every sensation the ride would give Evan. The dragon was exhilarated and thrilled to give this much life to her wings. It had been some time since she had been brought out to take flight, and the pleasant sensation radiating from her scales only increased as she cut gracefully through the air.
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Evan slipped the scale back into his pocket, and mounted the goddess' dragon happily this time. A buzz of fear certainly was vibrating deep in his gut about what he was agreeing to recommence, but he managed to frame the sensation as a perk. Arrogant or no, he felt confident he could weather whatever else the goddess was going to throw at him tonight, having put the command she'd given Philip behind them. He only felt all the more invigorated as the dragon seemed to shiver and shimmer, and Evan felt a wave of electric tingles pass through him. He could swear his dick twitched in his pants, excited to taste a glimmer of the kinds of shocks it had received nearly endlessly before the goddess had snapped the band around it. Gods, she was practically conditioning him at this point, to get turned on by that sensation.
The captain rolled his eyes slightly, playfully, both at that thought and at the tone of the dragon's comment.
He might have been a bit too arrogant about his response to the dragon's flight this time, though. He did hold on, but couldn't help letting out an excited, surprised, nearly giddy holler as she whooshed straight up into the air, practically leaving Evan's stomach all the way on the ground and frantically trying to catch up with his body. The sudden changes in temperature and altitude, too, were much more potent than Evan could have imagined. His eyes gaped with wonder at the sight of clouds beneath them, while his shoulders shivered and his mind swam at how nearly useless it felt to breathe. The dragon dove soon enough, the empty cold above the clouds and the light feeling in his head replaced with chilling wind and the sensation of falling. He nearly felt his body floating off the dragon, held in place mostly just by his own determined, relentless grip--at least until she rose again, and pressed their bodies together as they soared.
All the while, that shimmering tingly static that radiated from her kept lighting up the captain's nerves, making sure that not a single cell in his body could possibly be left anything less than completely, fully awake for this experience. It did force him to acknowledge the pain his body was in now, too, but in this context.. fucking everything was nothing short of exhilarating. Just as long as he trusted her not to send him falling down to his death here, which... what would even be the point in doubting that? They had made their amends and laid down new terms, and the best read he could get on this ride the goddess was giving him was that it was her way of assuring him that, for as long as he was on board, she was going to show him the time of his fucking life.
The captain rolled his eyes slightly, playfully, both at that thought and at the tone of the dragon's comment.
He might have been a bit too arrogant about his response to the dragon's flight this time, though. He did hold on, but couldn't help letting out an excited, surprised, nearly giddy holler as she whooshed straight up into the air, practically leaving Evan's stomach all the way on the ground and frantically trying to catch up with his body. The sudden changes in temperature and altitude, too, were much more potent than Evan could have imagined. His eyes gaped with wonder at the sight of clouds beneath them, while his shoulders shivered and his mind swam at how nearly useless it felt to breathe. The dragon dove soon enough, the empty cold above the clouds and the light feeling in his head replaced with chilling wind and the sensation of falling. He nearly felt his body floating off the dragon, held in place mostly just by his own determined, relentless grip--at least until she rose again, and pressed their bodies together as they soared.
All the while, that shimmering tingly static that radiated from her kept lighting up the captain's nerves, making sure that not a single cell in his body could possibly be left anything less than completely, fully awake for this experience. It did force him to acknowledge the pain his body was in now, too, but in this context.. fucking everything was nothing short of exhilarating. Just as long as he trusted her not to send him falling down to his death here, which... what would even be the point in doubting that? They had made their amends and laid down new terms, and the best read he could get on this ride the goddess was giving him was that it was her way of assuring him that, for as long as he was on board, she was going to show him the time of his fucking life.
Re: Part 1
The dragon was immensely pleased in Evan's reactions, from the delighted holler to the sensations in his body. She could still feel the lingering pain--both emotional and physical--in Evan, but she trusted that they would continue working at those knots and for now could just enjoy themselves. The dragon shivered pleasantly in the air again, the electric tingles almost orgasmic now as the dragon shot through the air at full speed, flying past the palace because she didn't much care where they were going as long as she got to enjoy this flight. The two of them flew over the dense forest and past the first clearing where Evan had entered, and it was possible to see the pools they had enjoyed steaming off in the distance.
Before long, though, the dragon knew she would hit the barrier, and so almost reluctantly turned around, riding the edge of where she knew the line was in order to circle back. She did allow herself one more maneuver, preparing herself by flying higher before adjusting and folding in her wings so they kept Evan in place as she rotated all the way around during one last dive, pulling out of it with grace and speed at the last moment, her tinkling laughter present in Evan's mind. The dragon enjoyed being so connected again with someone's mental state. It was effortless, easy, nothing like when Dehaljadrun tried to inhabit a human body.
One more small circle to get the landing position in order, and then they were back on solid ground. The goddess hardly waited long enough for Evan to dismount before she transformed back into her body, unable to stay upright and immediately landing face up on the ground as she breathed heavily with an enormous smile on her face. She rolled over to wherever Evan landed and reached one arm over his body so she was practically on top of him, her face now more composed into her iconic smirk but still so obviously touched by the experience, which she hadn't really even planned. She absolutely loved being a show off, though, and probably should have anticipated it. She hadn't had anyone here who would have even cared in so very long.
Her heart clenched at the same time she noticed how aroused she was after the flight, unsure of exactly how to move forward, even though her sensations were much heightened and a glow still emanated from her skin. On a whim, she bit his neck in the same place she had the previous night, not as hard this time, more playfully. She sucked on his skin, aching for some remnant of the connection she had felt with him through her dragon. It felt so good to have his skin between her teeth, and she started sucking harder, having difficulty controlling herself as her nails dug into the ground on either side of the captain.
Before long, though, the dragon knew she would hit the barrier, and so almost reluctantly turned around, riding the edge of where she knew the line was in order to circle back. She did allow herself one more maneuver, preparing herself by flying higher before adjusting and folding in her wings so they kept Evan in place as she rotated all the way around during one last dive, pulling out of it with grace and speed at the last moment, her tinkling laughter present in Evan's mind. The dragon enjoyed being so connected again with someone's mental state. It was effortless, easy, nothing like when Dehaljadrun tried to inhabit a human body.
One more small circle to get the landing position in order, and then they were back on solid ground. The goddess hardly waited long enough for Evan to dismount before she transformed back into her body, unable to stay upright and immediately landing face up on the ground as she breathed heavily with an enormous smile on her face. She rolled over to wherever Evan landed and reached one arm over his body so she was practically on top of him, her face now more composed into her iconic smirk but still so obviously touched by the experience, which she hadn't really even planned. She absolutely loved being a show off, though, and probably should have anticipated it. She hadn't had anyone here who would have even cared in so very long.
Her heart clenched at the same time she noticed how aroused she was after the flight, unsure of exactly how to move forward, even though her sensations were much heightened and a glow still emanated from her skin. On a whim, she bit his neck in the same place she had the previous night, not as hard this time, more playfully. She sucked on his skin, aching for some remnant of the connection she had felt with him through her dragon. It felt so good to have his skin between her teeth, and she started sucking harder, having difficulty controlling herself as her nails dug into the ground on either side of the captain.
Re: Part 1
Evan nearly tumbled off the dragon once she landed, mostly just because his being still felt like it was soaring in the air, and using his legs made entirely zero sense at the moment. He couldn't help thinking of tumbling down off the horse with Xavier in the dream that the goddess had made sure the lieutenant had shared. As Evan's back sank into the grass, the warmth and elation of that fantasy mixed together with the distant, roaring protectiveness that he still felt for the boy, and the bittersweet tenderness he'd experienced when the goddess had nudged his scale towards him in her show of good faith.
He might've gotten lost in trying to make sense of all the emotions that he'd tumbled down into, but then came the goddess' arm, and her body, and the magnetic arousing glow of her presence beside him, on top of him, pulling his attention back towards her present self. He could feel her mirth and her longing, and it couldn't possibly occur to him in that moment not to oblige her. His arm wrapped around her, and he might've done more, but then her teeth sank into his neck, and he let out a deep, languorous, revelrous moan, not a care in the world to stifle it.
The goddess continued sucking at the spot, and Evan found it difficult not to be completely content with letting her. It felt like she was drawing everything out of him--all his hurt, all his worries, every ounce of tension he might be holding on to--and it felt glorious. But he also felt himself drawing close to some kind of cliff, one which he was determined not to fall over, no matter how pleasurable the drop might be.
The captain let out a growl--not so much out of anger, but simply from the friction of his determination scraping against the pleasure that he felt. With a great deal of willpower, Evan managed to throw the goddess off him and roll over on top of her, his own teeth wasting no time in aiming for her neck in kind.
He might've gotten lost in trying to make sense of all the emotions that he'd tumbled down into, but then came the goddess' arm, and her body, and the magnetic arousing glow of her presence beside him, on top of him, pulling his attention back towards her present self. He could feel her mirth and her longing, and it couldn't possibly occur to him in that moment not to oblige her. His arm wrapped around her, and he might've done more, but then her teeth sank into his neck, and he let out a deep, languorous, revelrous moan, not a care in the world to stifle it.
The goddess continued sucking at the spot, and Evan found it difficult not to be completely content with letting her. It felt like she was drawing everything out of him--all his hurt, all his worries, every ounce of tension he might be holding on to--and it felt glorious. But he also felt himself drawing close to some kind of cliff, one which he was determined not to fall over, no matter how pleasurable the drop might be.
The captain let out a growl--not so much out of anger, but simply from the friction of his determination scraping against the pleasure that he felt. With a great deal of willpower, Evan managed to throw the goddess off him and roll over on top of her, his own teeth wasting no time in aiming for her neck in kind.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun felt her eyes beginning to roll back into her head as she continued diving into the pleasure of the moment, so thoroughly enjoying that here, finally, she could touch him again, bite him again, suck out some of the hurt and pain and fear and worry and pleasure and ecstasy that had been swirling about their bodies. In her intoxicated state, the goddess could barely remember the need to be careful, and so was almost grateful when Evan started pushing back, forcing her brain to remember that not only did she still need to keep him firmly above thrallhood but that he might not take this well, all things considered.
Startled and almost frightened, she pulled back, braced for his fury but was still caught off guard when he managed to throw her, wasting no time in scrambling on top on her and biting into her neck. A flash of red and purple light exploded behind her eyes, and she tilted her neck toward him, exposing more, wrapping her legs around him in whatever way she could, determined to feel into every part of this delicious moment. She knew she could throw him off her if she wanted to, but she didn't. Not at all. The goddess wanted his rage, his hurt, his hunger, and she could not think of a better victim. Dehaljadrun allowed him to suck the regret she felt out of her, not all of it, but enough that the weighted feeling in her chest lightened some, the sensation of pleasure flowing even more effectively through her until her arms, too, reached up to embrace Evan, nails finding purchase in his flesh and scratching here and there as she reached down toward his ass and--easing off with her nails--moved one hand under his buttocks such that she was practically cupping his anus. Her hands were acting of their own accord, and she was firm but gentle with her pressure, enough to remind Evan of the pain there but only in the most pleasure-seeking way possible, giving permission for even that ache to fuel the fire they could not help but ignite between their skin.
Gods was she ever grateful that he hadn't left, and fuck if she wasn't, at least currently, enjoying what Philip had done to Evan in this new context. It never would have been this good if she had punished him herself. Sure, some voice in the back of her head knew the regret would return, but damn it if she was going to listen to that with his teeth buried so deeply into her. Her cock was fully erect, and her hips thrust up toward Evan with the most intense ache she could remember in a long time.
Startled and almost frightened, she pulled back, braced for his fury but was still caught off guard when he managed to throw her, wasting no time in scrambling on top on her and biting into her neck. A flash of red and purple light exploded behind her eyes, and she tilted her neck toward him, exposing more, wrapping her legs around him in whatever way she could, determined to feel into every part of this delicious moment. She knew she could throw him off her if she wanted to, but she didn't. Not at all. The goddess wanted his rage, his hurt, his hunger, and she could not think of a better victim. Dehaljadrun allowed him to suck the regret she felt out of her, not all of it, but enough that the weighted feeling in her chest lightened some, the sensation of pleasure flowing even more effectively through her until her arms, too, reached up to embrace Evan, nails finding purchase in his flesh and scratching here and there as she reached down toward his ass and--easing off with her nails--moved one hand under his buttocks such that she was practically cupping his anus. Her hands were acting of their own accord, and she was firm but gentle with her pressure, enough to remind Evan of the pain there but only in the most pleasure-seeking way possible, giving permission for even that ache to fuel the fire they could not help but ignite between their skin.
Gods was she ever grateful that he hadn't left, and fuck if she wasn't, at least currently, enjoying what Philip had done to Evan in this new context. It never would have been this good if she had punished him herself. Sure, some voice in the back of her head knew the regret would return, but damn it if she was going to listen to that with his teeth buried so deeply into her. Her cock was fully erect, and her hips thrust up toward Evan with the most intense ache she could remember in a long time.
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Evan purred into the goddess' throat as she pushed into his teeth, loving how fucking much they both loved this. His shoulders rolled subtly, flexing muscles beneath the goddess' fingers and inviting her nails to bite in deeper, especially whenever they careened directly over skin. Her legs wrapped around him pulled at the ache in his groin, but there he purposefully flexed against it, keeping his hips just far away enough that her own hips couldn't make contact. She could still reach down with her hands, though, and as her fingers danced lower, anxiety and anger started to boil again in his gut.
The way that she touched him, gently but absolutely reminding him of that pain, fanned at embers within him until they burst into flame. With a growl very much borne of anger, Evan tore away from the goddess' neck and leaned back on his knees, his hand deftly lifting from the ground to land a hot, stinging slap across her face. It was one of many actions he'd imagined doing to her on his pensive and angry walk through the woods, and it felt pretty fucking fantastic to follow through on that now. He cocked his head back with an exhilarated smirk, before grabbing at the goddess' wrists intending to pin them to the ground, his entire core vibrating with anticipation for how the goddess would feel with this particular wild and threatening expression of his so close to her surely still-stinging face.
((OOC: But, uh, he definitely left a huge opening for her in the afterglow of the slap, if she'd take it.))
The way that she touched him, gently but absolutely reminding him of that pain, fanned at embers within him until they burst into flame. With a growl very much borne of anger, Evan tore away from the goddess' neck and leaned back on his knees, his hand deftly lifting from the ground to land a hot, stinging slap across her face. It was one of many actions he'd imagined doing to her on his pensive and angry walk through the woods, and it felt pretty fucking fantastic to follow through on that now. He cocked his head back with an exhilarated smirk, before grabbing at the goddess' wrists intending to pin them to the ground, his entire core vibrating with anticipation for how the goddess would feel with this particular wild and threatening expression of his so close to her surely still-stinging face.
((OOC: But, uh, he definitely left a huge opening for her in the afterglow of the slap, if she'd take it.))
Re: Part 1
The goddess was frustrated that Evan was holding his body away from hers, which only increased her arousal. It was so fucking rare that she didn't just get everything she wanted, and this, though infuriating, was so fucking good.
But then his teeth pulled away from her neck, dragging at her skin in a way that nearly made her cry out, one hand flying to the side of her neck before she even saw Evan's hand move, slapping her clean and hot across her face. The stun and shock of it burned much more than the pain of it, though it was comparable to an electric shock and definitely hurt. The goddess felt a tornado of emotions--anger, frustration, and arousal, obviously--but also a painful and bitter sense that she absolutely fucking deserved that and so much more. That part of her begged her not to retaliate, to demure, to let this be what needed to happen even if he was going to slap her again, but that part couldn't keep purchase as the goddess' emotions continued whirling, finally settling on some kind of crazed and malicious version of her that thought, so that's how you want to play, and her stomach did a dance of excitement, sensation leaping up into her throat as the gasp she had been holding back finally escaped her mouth and moved her face into a sinister, predatory mood, only encouraged by the smirk on Evan's face, further infuriated that she couldn't slap it off now since he had beaten her to it.
It was then that Evan reached for her wrists, and without thinking, she shocked him, hard, enough to stun him and throw him back off her, at least momentarily. As his weight shifted back onto his knees, she moved one of her legs so she was straddling one of his and spun so that he would fall onto his stomach. Dehaljadrun then slithered out from the tangle of Evan's legs so she was completely on top of him, pressing the length of her aching cock against the place where her hand had been putting pressure only moments before. One of her hands grabbed hold of the back of his neck, nails getting in and squeezing the area while the other reached down to the small of his back, under his shirt, where she shocked him repeatedly, less intense than the first shock, but insistent.
"Don't you fucking tell me that some part of you didn't fucking enjoy what happened today," she said through gritted teeth.
Shock.
"Don't you fucking tell me you didn't ache to stay here with me."
Shock.
"Don't you fucking tell me that you aren't practically begging me to fuck you even now." She pressed the tip of her cock harder against Evan's anus, and even with his pants in the way, she knew it would hurt, and the goddess was eager to hear him cry out.
Shock.
Some part of her was, however, surprised at herself. She knew that what had happened was absolutely her fault and that what she was saying was only fanning Evan's anger, but the pleasure she had experienced and then had so abruptly taken away from her, not to mention the fucking slap, did not exactly give agency to the rational parts of her mind.
But then his teeth pulled away from her neck, dragging at her skin in a way that nearly made her cry out, one hand flying to the side of her neck before she even saw Evan's hand move, slapping her clean and hot across her face. The stun and shock of it burned much more than the pain of it, though it was comparable to an electric shock and definitely hurt. The goddess felt a tornado of emotions--anger, frustration, and arousal, obviously--but also a painful and bitter sense that she absolutely fucking deserved that and so much more. That part of her begged her not to retaliate, to demure, to let this be what needed to happen even if he was going to slap her again, but that part couldn't keep purchase as the goddess' emotions continued whirling, finally settling on some kind of crazed and malicious version of her that thought, so that's how you want to play, and her stomach did a dance of excitement, sensation leaping up into her throat as the gasp she had been holding back finally escaped her mouth and moved her face into a sinister, predatory mood, only encouraged by the smirk on Evan's face, further infuriated that she couldn't slap it off now since he had beaten her to it.
It was then that Evan reached for her wrists, and without thinking, she shocked him, hard, enough to stun him and throw him back off her, at least momentarily. As his weight shifted back onto his knees, she moved one of her legs so she was straddling one of his and spun so that he would fall onto his stomach. Dehaljadrun then slithered out from the tangle of Evan's legs so she was completely on top of him, pressing the length of her aching cock against the place where her hand had been putting pressure only moments before. One of her hands grabbed hold of the back of his neck, nails getting in and squeezing the area while the other reached down to the small of his back, under his shirt, where she shocked him repeatedly, less intense than the first shock, but insistent.
"Don't you fucking tell me that some part of you didn't fucking enjoy what happened today," she said through gritted teeth.
Shock.
"Don't you fucking tell me you didn't ache to stay here with me."
Shock.
"Don't you fucking tell me that you aren't practically begging me to fuck you even now." She pressed the tip of her cock harder against Evan's anus, and even with his pants in the way, she knew it would hurt, and the goddess was eager to hear him cry out.
Shock.
Some part of her was, however, surprised at herself. She knew that what had happened was absolutely her fault and that what she was saying was only fanning Evan's anger, but the pleasure she had experienced and then had so abruptly taken away from her, not to mention the fucking slap, did not exactly give agency to the rational parts of her mind.