Evan carried through his twist and rolled over to sitting as his elbow caught nothing but air and the last remnants of the goddess' contact pulled away. The distance physically hurt, and seeing her start to turn away from him was all the more painful, though he was strangely somewhat comforted by her grin. It meant she wasn't pulling away out of disgust or repulsion from what she'd just gleaned, and he could stomach the frustration at having been merely dodged rather than engaged with just as long as he remained sure of that.
With yet another irritated grunt the captain pushed himself to his feet, a silent shiver spilling down his back against the cold misty air as he pulled his pants back up--again. He only bothered fastening the top button, mostly just to avoid the clumsiness of having to hold them up while he walked. Honestly, he had half a mind to kick off his boots and do away with the pants altogether at this point, but the goddess was actively heading into her palace, and he didn't want to have to rush to catch up. Besides, even if it was a bit silly, there was something slightly satisfying about being at least half-dressed while the goddess was fully naked.
The captain took in the décor of the room as he followed the goddess inside, grateful to be giving it a new context now that he wasn't honestly livid-pissed with her. He tossed Philip a thoughtless glare as the lieutenant ambled out with the other thralls, but the motion was almost more reflexive than anything else. He was grateful the goddess was sending the thralls away, and quickly brought his attention back to the décor again, and finally back to the goddess as the changing lighting called his attention to the warm, inviting glow of her skin. He swallowed heavily as her palm caressed one of the dragon heads of the throne, his cock swelling with yearning at the sight. Then the goddess turned to face him and stroked down her own cock, and the captain clenched his jaw to keep his mouth shut as he potently relived the memory of her revealing her cock at the negotiation, and how the mere sight of it had nearly drawn him in.
He smirked and lightly rolled his eyes at the goddess' comment, and stopped walking a few paces away from the throne, his weight rocking to one side and his hand settling with some attitude on his hip.
"I've never really been the careful type."
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
Moderator: On Dreams And Desire
Re: Part 1
Gods be damned, she loved looking at that swagger. Every movement of his limbs registered in Dehaljadrun's perception, and her hunger for him grew to the point that she could not even believe she had had the resolve to pull away from him just moments ago. He was undeniably magnetic as he approached.
She was suddenly grateful--not for the first time--that the throne was elevated by three small stairs at the end of the long room, placing her physically above Evan, even while sitting. Their relative height did much to remind her who she was and what she was capable of. This man--this enticing, intoxicating, compelling captain of the army who also wanted the king dead--was entirely and completely under her control, much as he might struggle, for tonight and three more nights. If anything, the events earlier in the evening had ensured that. He would withstand even that. Fuck. Yes.
"Oh, I had no idea," the goddess said with mock sincerity. Dehaljadrun stood up very slowly from her throne and began walking at the same pace down the stairs, mirroring and accentuating the way Evan shifted his weight on her body, her hips filling out the curves of the motions. She was fully in her height now, eager to remind Evan of it once she reached the bottom stair and stood in front of him. The magnetism was stronger now, and the goddess could have sworn there was an electric field surrounding the area around them, sparking at the edges of her vision.
The goddess wasted no time in pressing her body up against Evan's, softly but insistently, absolutely aware that her bare cock would press against the open part of Evan's pants, just one thin layer of army-issue underwear between them. Her eyes rolled back as she suppressed a groan, kept her breath steady, reached around to Evan's back, dug her fingernails in behind both his shoulders, and said, "Don't you dare start now."
She was suddenly grateful--not for the first time--that the throne was elevated by three small stairs at the end of the long room, placing her physically above Evan, even while sitting. Their relative height did much to remind her who she was and what she was capable of. This man--this enticing, intoxicating, compelling captain of the army who also wanted the king dead--was entirely and completely under her control, much as he might struggle, for tonight and three more nights. If anything, the events earlier in the evening had ensured that. He would withstand even that. Fuck. Yes.
"Oh, I had no idea," the goddess said with mock sincerity. Dehaljadrun stood up very slowly from her throne and began walking at the same pace down the stairs, mirroring and accentuating the way Evan shifted his weight on her body, her hips filling out the curves of the motions. She was fully in her height now, eager to remind Evan of it once she reached the bottom stair and stood in front of him. The magnetism was stronger now, and the goddess could have sworn there was an electric field surrounding the area around them, sparking at the edges of her vision.
The goddess wasted no time in pressing her body up against Evan's, softly but insistently, absolutely aware that her bare cock would press against the open part of Evan's pants, just one thin layer of army-issue underwear between them. Her eyes rolled back as she suppressed a groan, kept her breath steady, reached around to Evan's back, dug her fingernails in behind both his shoulders, and said, "Don't you dare start now."
Re: Part 1
Evan couldn't decide if he loved or hated the way the goddess approached him. He could absolutely tell that the goddess was relishing in their height difference, which jabbed at a very particular irritation of Evan's. Just about the only people not taller than him in the whole gods-damned army were Xavier and Yukiko, and this would hardly be the first time he'd witnessed someone enjoying his short stature in a way he didn't particularly appreciate.
The captain narrowed his eyes briefly to make sure the goddess knew he hadn't missed her attitude, but fuck if he could keep it up as his gaze also took in the movements of her hips, reminding him again of the negotiation and how her hands had lured his gaze over her body and stoked his desire, much as her curvaceous stride was doing now. He thought about giving her something of a rendition of how he'd run his hands over his own body, but decided the stance he'd already struck was enough of a reminder of it, and he didn't want to look too much like he was putting on a show. Besides, they needn't waste all that much time with visual allurement; here, there was no line Evan had to stay behind, at least not physically.
As if to drive that point home, the goddess pressed herself against him, her cock grazing against his and her chest warm and close. He was still a tad frustrated about the height thing, but fuck it, if she was going to bring her breasts that close to his face, he may as well sink his teeth into one and take out at least some of that frustration on her skin. He groaned pleasantly into his bite as the goddess dug her nails into his back, and his own nails reached down to the sides of her hips, tugging upwards just slightly as they dug in.
It was tempting to stay just like that for a moment, teeth and nails sinking happily into the warm, inviting, delicious glowing skin of the goddess before him, but her words echoed in his mind, a dare issued that he couldn't help but want to answer. And, at this point, teeth and nails seemed pretty safe, such that relishing in them too long struck him at potentially a bit boring in the current context. Couldn't have that.
The captain grinned against the breast still in his teeth, before pulling back and lowering himself down onto his knees, his eyes flashing mischievously up towards the goddess for a fleeting blink before shifting to her cock before him, his jaw and tongue starting to hang slack and his gaze heady and longing, absolutely reminiscent of the moment the goddess had first revealed that particular body part to him. And, ugh, it truly was a gorgeous thing; the captain's mouth absolutely was starting to salivate looking at it. But, he wasn't about to actually kneel and give the goddess head so easily; mostly, he just wanted to put the image in her mind, and hopefully drag her guard down momentarily, before he launched forward at her legs, intent on bringing her down to the ground with him, and absolutely prepared to instigate another bout of wrestling to try to end up on top.
The captain narrowed his eyes briefly to make sure the goddess knew he hadn't missed her attitude, but fuck if he could keep it up as his gaze also took in the movements of her hips, reminding him again of the negotiation and how her hands had lured his gaze over her body and stoked his desire, much as her curvaceous stride was doing now. He thought about giving her something of a rendition of how he'd run his hands over his own body, but decided the stance he'd already struck was enough of a reminder of it, and he didn't want to look too much like he was putting on a show. Besides, they needn't waste all that much time with visual allurement; here, there was no line Evan had to stay behind, at least not physically.
As if to drive that point home, the goddess pressed herself against him, her cock grazing against his and her chest warm and close. He was still a tad frustrated about the height thing, but fuck it, if she was going to bring her breasts that close to his face, he may as well sink his teeth into one and take out at least some of that frustration on her skin. He groaned pleasantly into his bite as the goddess dug her nails into his back, and his own nails reached down to the sides of her hips, tugging upwards just slightly as they dug in.
It was tempting to stay just like that for a moment, teeth and nails sinking happily into the warm, inviting, delicious glowing skin of the goddess before him, but her words echoed in his mind, a dare issued that he couldn't help but want to answer. And, at this point, teeth and nails seemed pretty safe, such that relishing in them too long struck him at potentially a bit boring in the current context. Couldn't have that.
The captain grinned against the breast still in his teeth, before pulling back and lowering himself down onto his knees, his eyes flashing mischievously up towards the goddess for a fleeting blink before shifting to her cock before him, his jaw and tongue starting to hang slack and his gaze heady and longing, absolutely reminiscent of the moment the goddess had first revealed that particular body part to him. And, ugh, it truly was a gorgeous thing; the captain's mouth absolutely was starting to salivate looking at it. But, he wasn't about to actually kneel and give the goddess head so easily; mostly, he just wanted to put the image in her mind, and hopefully drag her guard down momentarily, before he launched forward at her legs, intent on bringing her down to the ground with him, and absolutely prepared to instigate another bout of wrestling to try to end up on top.
Re: Part 1
Evan's teeth and mouth and nails were intoxicating, as always, even more now, in this newly potentiated state of his, rising and roiling under the surface with desire and direction. And as Evan slid down her body, poised to press his tongue and his mouth onto her cock, she almost shivered pleasantly, surprised and somewhat skeptical about what Evan had in mind, but fuck if she was going to stop him. She grabbed a fistful of his hair and leaned her hips toward him slightly, and she could feel how much he wanted her there, pulling, pulling, pulling her closer, almost close enough to taste...
The force of Evan's weight against her legs took Dehaljadrun by surprise not only because of the fierce way she landed back on the carpeted stairs behind her with Evan on top but also because she had been so blinded by Evan's own desire for her to have noticed sooner. Which meant that Evan had pulled away even as he was intoxicated by the very thought of what he could do to her. Fuck, that was so fucking hot. She hoped he wasn't going to use that as a loophole indefinitely because she wasn't entirely sure it wouldn't work.
The goddess went down somewhat ungracefully but managed to keep her grip in Evan's hair even after she struck the ground in a way that would definitely leave bruises diagonally down one hip. She relished at the thought. The goddess wrapped her legs around Evan quickly, though, and held him tightly, squeezing his thighs with her own as she pulled his hair more adamantly. Her body couldn't decide, however, if it wanted to keep Evan out or urge him in and was quickly losing resolve, especially with the delicious pain emanated brightly from the back of her hip. Dehaljadrun squeezed even more tightly with her legs around Evan and then, as they were about to give out, shifted her weight down the stairs such that Evan fell hard onto the stair below where they had been before. It was gratifying as fuck to hear him thud against the hard ground under the carpet, now that Dehaljadrun was on her knees over Evan. She dropped to his body again rapidly, however, pressing herself against him, using her body weight to hold him down as their cocks pressed urgently against each other. The goddess arched her back to press against him more deeply and groaned without holding anything back. Gods yes.
She wanted him inside her more than ever but didn't want him here by the stairs. With a savage pounce toward Evan's neck, the goddess ran her tongue along one side of Evan's collarbone and then sunk her teeth deeply into his shoulder, sucking vigorously. Her eyes began to roll backward as she bit down harder, aching to feel the blood escape their capillaries and empty him of at least some amount of his desire. She pulled at Evan until a quarter of his desire had entered her, and then stood up abruptly, moving behind the throne and through some red curtains.
Whenever Evan got his wits about him enough to follow her, he would reemerge in a very dim room half-filled with an enormous bed. It was unimaginably soft and covered in dark purple furs from some animal that must not populate the human realm, and behind it were some black net-like objects hanging from the ceiling and the back wall. There was also a long, thin table up against a side wall and a fireplace filled with electric purple flames.
Dehaljadrun had wasted no time in getting comfortable on the bed that dwarfed her, lying down, stroking the furs near her, goading Evan in with her legs spread just a hands-width apart.
The force of Evan's weight against her legs took Dehaljadrun by surprise not only because of the fierce way she landed back on the carpeted stairs behind her with Evan on top but also because she had been so blinded by Evan's own desire for her to have noticed sooner. Which meant that Evan had pulled away even as he was intoxicated by the very thought of what he could do to her. Fuck, that was so fucking hot. She hoped he wasn't going to use that as a loophole indefinitely because she wasn't entirely sure it wouldn't work.
The goddess went down somewhat ungracefully but managed to keep her grip in Evan's hair even after she struck the ground in a way that would definitely leave bruises diagonally down one hip. She relished at the thought. The goddess wrapped her legs around Evan quickly, though, and held him tightly, squeezing his thighs with her own as she pulled his hair more adamantly. Her body couldn't decide, however, if it wanted to keep Evan out or urge him in and was quickly losing resolve, especially with the delicious pain emanated brightly from the back of her hip. Dehaljadrun squeezed even more tightly with her legs around Evan and then, as they were about to give out, shifted her weight down the stairs such that Evan fell hard onto the stair below where they had been before. It was gratifying as fuck to hear him thud against the hard ground under the carpet, now that Dehaljadrun was on her knees over Evan. She dropped to his body again rapidly, however, pressing herself against him, using her body weight to hold him down as their cocks pressed urgently against each other. The goddess arched her back to press against him more deeply and groaned without holding anything back. Gods yes.
She wanted him inside her more than ever but didn't want him here by the stairs. With a savage pounce toward Evan's neck, the goddess ran her tongue along one side of Evan's collarbone and then sunk her teeth deeply into his shoulder, sucking vigorously. Her eyes began to roll backward as she bit down harder, aching to feel the blood escape their capillaries and empty him of at least some amount of his desire. She pulled at Evan until a quarter of his desire had entered her, and then stood up abruptly, moving behind the throne and through some red curtains.
Whenever Evan got his wits about him enough to follow her, he would reemerge in a very dim room half-filled with an enormous bed. It was unimaginably soft and covered in dark purple furs from some animal that must not populate the human realm, and behind it were some black net-like objects hanging from the ceiling and the back wall. There was also a long, thin table up against a side wall and a fireplace filled with electric purple flames.
Dehaljadrun had wasted no time in getting comfortable on the bed that dwarfed her, lying down, stroking the furs near her, goading Evan in with her legs spread just a hands-width apart.
Re: Part 1
Fuuuuuck Evan relished the sound of the goddess hitting the stairs, and quite frankly, her fist still in his hair was only icing on top. He grinned at her victoriously, subtly shifting his neck and shoulders to keep tugging at that grip while the goddess flexed her legs around him. He could feel her indecision swimming beneath the tensed muscles that tried to hide it--he recognized the nuances there real fucking well, and it was refreshing as fuck to watch someone else go through those motions. He didn't even care that his cock was practically shoving his underwear out his barely-buttoned pants in yearning; he was deeply entertained and gratified at the moment, and not about to do anything but relish in it.
In fact, he was so gratified that he could hardly find it in himself to feel anything other than exhilarated by the goddess shoving him over and sending his back to hit crookedly against the next-lower stair. A moan slipped out of his throat unhindered in response to the impact, and his body rose to meet the goddess' readily and greedily much as it had after the last time the goddess had thrown him--and this time without any part of him wincing away, though that could just be due to positioning. His neck tilted to invite her lick, and he moaned again when she bit him, his hands reaching around to her lower back to rake nails up on either side of her spine. His fingers started relaxing in short order, though--in fact, several muscles throughout the captain's body began losing tension, as his breathing started slowing and his greedy gratification began blurring just the slightest bit towards something like contentment.
At first Evan thought the goddess' bite must just feel that good, but as he sank into the sensation and really paid attention to why it felt so good, he could swear he felt motion through his body and into the bite, like so much of his experience was being drawn in and focused, only to be released--or, perhaps, devoured. Why that felt good, Evan couldn't rightly fathom at the moment, but before he could really ponder on it all that much, the goddess pulled away again, and left the captain breathing heavily, not realizing he'd nearly started to hold his breath.
Puzzled and a little thrown off-kilter by the strange sensation, Evan tilted his head to watch the goddess slip through curtains behind the throne, and then groaned softly as he pushed himself first to sit up, and then to his feet. He didn't feel tired, exactly; more just, left nearly winded by the way that so much exhilaration had sublimated into contentment from merely a bite. His cock was still plenty erect, though, and practically throbbing now that there wasn't a layer of thrill to distract him. The captain rubbed briefly at his hair and then tried to re-summon his exhilaration, reminding himself how fucking good it had felt to fake the goddess out, topple her down, and then to be pinned once she finally collected herself about it. And, ah, yes, there was his smirk again. The hand rubbing at Evan's hair shifted to brushing back through it as he shifted his weight and moved forward.
By the time the captain slipped through the curtain, he'd recollected most of the swagger he'd had before the throne, and he struck a similar pose once inside the new room as he took in the sights. His smirk curled wider when he saw the goddess on the bed, stroking the strange but plush purple fur that she'd already struck her own beckoning pose upon. He tore his attention away from her and walked casually over by the fireplace, making like it was far more interesting than the goddess on the bed. And, for true, it was a sight to look at, but at this point it'd be something of a game of chicken to see which of them could hold off demanding attention the longest. At least at the start of this game, though, Evan was certainly feeling pretty damn cocky about it.
In fact, he was so gratified that he could hardly find it in himself to feel anything other than exhilarated by the goddess shoving him over and sending his back to hit crookedly against the next-lower stair. A moan slipped out of his throat unhindered in response to the impact, and his body rose to meet the goddess' readily and greedily much as it had after the last time the goddess had thrown him--and this time without any part of him wincing away, though that could just be due to positioning. His neck tilted to invite her lick, and he moaned again when she bit him, his hands reaching around to her lower back to rake nails up on either side of her spine. His fingers started relaxing in short order, though--in fact, several muscles throughout the captain's body began losing tension, as his breathing started slowing and his greedy gratification began blurring just the slightest bit towards something like contentment.
At first Evan thought the goddess' bite must just feel that good, but as he sank into the sensation and really paid attention to why it felt so good, he could swear he felt motion through his body and into the bite, like so much of his experience was being drawn in and focused, only to be released--or, perhaps, devoured. Why that felt good, Evan couldn't rightly fathom at the moment, but before he could really ponder on it all that much, the goddess pulled away again, and left the captain breathing heavily, not realizing he'd nearly started to hold his breath.
Puzzled and a little thrown off-kilter by the strange sensation, Evan tilted his head to watch the goddess slip through curtains behind the throne, and then groaned softly as he pushed himself first to sit up, and then to his feet. He didn't feel tired, exactly; more just, left nearly winded by the way that so much exhilaration had sublimated into contentment from merely a bite. His cock was still plenty erect, though, and practically throbbing now that there wasn't a layer of thrill to distract him. The captain rubbed briefly at his hair and then tried to re-summon his exhilaration, reminding himself how fucking good it had felt to fake the goddess out, topple her down, and then to be pinned once she finally collected herself about it. And, ah, yes, there was his smirk again. The hand rubbing at Evan's hair shifted to brushing back through it as he shifted his weight and moved forward.
By the time the captain slipped through the curtain, he'd recollected most of the swagger he'd had before the throne, and he struck a similar pose once inside the new room as he took in the sights. His smirk curled wider when he saw the goddess on the bed, stroking the strange but plush purple fur that she'd already struck her own beckoning pose upon. He tore his attention away from her and walked casually over by the fireplace, making like it was far more interesting than the goddess on the bed. And, for true, it was a sight to look at, but at this point it'd be something of a game of chicken to see which of them could hold off demanding attention the longest. At least at the start of this game, though, Evan was certainly feeling pretty damn cocky about it.
Re: Part 1
The excitement inside Dehaljadrun's body amplified immensely as Evan walked through the curtain, his smirk alighting on her body. Still so sure that he could handle himself with her, even after all that. She had to admit she was impressed. Again. He was certainly making a habit of doing that, and she couldn't find it in herself to complain.
But he turned his head away from her and continued surveying the room, which surprised her. She watched him, annoyance settling in the longer he paid attention to anything that wasn't her. Was the fireplace so interesting as to have distracted him? Had she drained too much of his desire? But, no, when she reached out with her mind, there was still plenty there, aching, bursting for release, and yet he contained it. Contained it, ignored it, and ignored her.
The goddess let out a scoff in frustration, unable to remember the last time anyone had ignored her, as though that had ever happened. She was the goddess of desire, after all, she was designed to be unignorable. And yet...
She stopped stroking the fur beneath her and stared angrily at the back of Evan's body as though her furious gaze would make him turn around, but it wasn't working, and she was quickly growing impatient. How long was he going to stand there, just staring at her electric flames? The goddess had half a mind to just put them out and see what Evan would do, but she knew how quickly the chill would return to the room if she did that.
The urge to groan in frustration welled up in Dehaljadrun's throat, but she didn't want to give Evan the satisfaction of knowing she was irritated. She could command him to pay attention to her, but the thought soured her stomach for multiple reasons. And, it wasn't as if he were a thrall, so it would be possible for him to disobey her, which would only make her more irritated and again give him the satisfaction he surely wanted. But, she couldn't just wait for him to grace her with his presence! Gods!
Fuck, there was nothing for it except to give in to how much she wanted his body pressed up against hers again. Checking to make sure that Evan's back was still turned, the goddess got quietly off the bed and walked over to the table, which had three unlit candelabras on the length of it. Dehaljadrun touched each candle on the table to light it easily, moving toward Evan all the while. At the end of the table, the goddess crossed to the fireplace and stood behind Evan, her electric skin inevitably pulling at his attention. She kept herself a hair breadth away from touching him, her whole body desperate for contact, but was gratified that surely Evan would feel this immense pull, this incredible desire just as much as she did. He certainly wasn't immune to her, even if he could deny her for a moment.
The goddess blew gently on the back of Evan's neck, amplifying his desire, his hunger, her hands and nails so potently close to sinking deeply into his ass.
But he turned his head away from her and continued surveying the room, which surprised her. She watched him, annoyance settling in the longer he paid attention to anything that wasn't her. Was the fireplace so interesting as to have distracted him? Had she drained too much of his desire? But, no, when she reached out with her mind, there was still plenty there, aching, bursting for release, and yet he contained it. Contained it, ignored it, and ignored her.
The goddess let out a scoff in frustration, unable to remember the last time anyone had ignored her, as though that had ever happened. She was the goddess of desire, after all, she was designed to be unignorable. And yet...
She stopped stroking the fur beneath her and stared angrily at the back of Evan's body as though her furious gaze would make him turn around, but it wasn't working, and she was quickly growing impatient. How long was he going to stand there, just staring at her electric flames? The goddess had half a mind to just put them out and see what Evan would do, but she knew how quickly the chill would return to the room if she did that.
The urge to groan in frustration welled up in Dehaljadrun's throat, but she didn't want to give Evan the satisfaction of knowing she was irritated. She could command him to pay attention to her, but the thought soured her stomach for multiple reasons. And, it wasn't as if he were a thrall, so it would be possible for him to disobey her, which would only make her more irritated and again give him the satisfaction he surely wanted. But, she couldn't just wait for him to grace her with his presence! Gods!
Fuck, there was nothing for it except to give in to how much she wanted his body pressed up against hers again. Checking to make sure that Evan's back was still turned, the goddess got quietly off the bed and walked over to the table, which had three unlit candelabras on the length of it. Dehaljadrun touched each candle on the table to light it easily, moving toward Evan all the while. At the end of the table, the goddess crossed to the fireplace and stood behind Evan, her electric skin inevitably pulling at his attention. She kept herself a hair breadth away from touching him, her whole body desperate for contact, but was gratified that surely Evan would feel this immense pull, this incredible desire just as much as she did. He certainly wasn't immune to her, even if he could deny her for a moment.
The goddess blew gently on the back of Evan's neck, amplifying his desire, his hunger, her hands and nails so potently close to sinking deeply into his ass.
Re: Part 1
Evan focused fiercely on the fire, trying to keep the sharp awareness of the goddess moving behind him buried low. He did want the data, but he didn't want it to be obvious that he felt invested in it, nor that each step she took towards him raised his heart rate higher.
He almost let out an impressed, amused-bitter laugh when he felt her stop behind him, charging the air between them and tugging at every nerve in his skin. He managed to bite it back, and to hold himself still despite the ridiculously powerful yet simple fantasies that flashed to mind just of fucking leaning back to touch his skin against hers. He did sway just slightly at the feel of her breath on his neck, very nearly toppling his self control which by this point was growing pretty damn precarious. He recognized he had to take some kind of action, lest his inaction leave a vacuum for giving in.
The captain managed to regather his expression back into that cocky smirk and pivot around to face the goddess, careful that they didn't touch but that their bodies did remain close. He was a little irritated to be looking up at her again, but managed to keep it out of his expression. After all, he assured himself, surely the pull in the air was two-directional. Gods, he sure as fuck hoped so. Either deciding to be confident that it was or resolving to test it, the captain swayed forward just slightly to bring his hands to hug her hips without touching them, and his lips just above the place he'd bit into her breast before. Once positioned, he exhaled hotly against the bite, his smirk and his gaze angled up towards the goddess, eager to glean her expression. His fingers ached to dig into her skin, and his teeth yearned to bite into her again, but he held his breath for the hope that the goddess felt those desires just as potently, and maybe--just maybe--he could hold himself back long enough to get her to give in first.
He almost let out an impressed, amused-bitter laugh when he felt her stop behind him, charging the air between them and tugging at every nerve in his skin. He managed to bite it back, and to hold himself still despite the ridiculously powerful yet simple fantasies that flashed to mind just of fucking leaning back to touch his skin against hers. He did sway just slightly at the feel of her breath on his neck, very nearly toppling his self control which by this point was growing pretty damn precarious. He recognized he had to take some kind of action, lest his inaction leave a vacuum for giving in.
The captain managed to regather his expression back into that cocky smirk and pivot around to face the goddess, careful that they didn't touch but that their bodies did remain close. He was a little irritated to be looking up at her again, but managed to keep it out of his expression. After all, he assured himself, surely the pull in the air was two-directional. Gods, he sure as fuck hoped so. Either deciding to be confident that it was or resolving to test it, the captain swayed forward just slightly to bring his hands to hug her hips without touching them, and his lips just above the place he'd bit into her breast before. Once positioned, he exhaled hotly against the bite, his smirk and his gaze angled up towards the goddess, eager to glean her expression. His fingers ached to dig into her skin, and his teeth yearned to bite into her again, but he held his breath for the hope that the goddess felt those desires just as potently, and maybe--just maybe--he could hold himself back long enough to get her to give in first.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun was immensely pleased at every slight increase in Evan's heart rate as he contemplated giving in, contemplated what to do. She felt his delicious slide toward temptation, teetering on the edge of his self-control but still powerfully fighting it. Just the mere fact of that was intoxicating to behold, not to mention experience, and she was thrilled at the potential energy they were creating, potent, electric, alive.
She felt Evan continuing to fight with himself and as such was genuinely surprised when he turned around with an almost casual, though mischievous, smirk and gave her a taste of her own temptation. Some part of her had hoped that Evan would press himself to her as he turned around, but the smirk shot that hope down with brutal force, only accentuated by the way his hands settled into the air just above her hips, the sensation not unlike how the dragon's electric field had earlier affected Evan. Then his lips, achingly close to where he had bitten her before poured the memories of that experience over her, crumbling some of her resolve. And, to top it off, he exhaled warmly over her breast, the skin already sensitive and aching and suddenly filled with the sensation of Evan's presence without any physical touch validate it. The warmth of his breath reawakened the emotions in her chest--the impatience of waiting for Evan to arrive, the remorse of having told Philip to have his way with Evan, the giddiness of flying through the air with Evan on her dragon's back, the impressed satisfaction of seeing Evan regain his swagger. There was a pain, an ache, a sensation that spread from the area Evan's breath actually hit deeper and further into her in all directions such that she wanted to cry out and laugh and throw Evan on the bed all at once. It was a cacophony of sensation within her body that Dehaljadrun certainly did not expect, and she did not know if she could possibly contain it, ready as it was to burst from her throat, her chest, her mouth, her hands.
The static electricity around them grew as the goddess adjusted to her heightened sensitivity, releasing some of the immense energy she felt within herself into the field around them, knowing that doing so would increase the intensity of the pull between them, but she would so much rather not be the only one affected by the emotions.
And then, with a grace and ease of movement the goddess was not even aware she had, Dehaljadrun reached up and allowed her hand to hover directly over the center of Evan's bare chest, her teeth nearly gritted in determination as she sought to make this even more difficult on him.
She felt Evan continuing to fight with himself and as such was genuinely surprised when he turned around with an almost casual, though mischievous, smirk and gave her a taste of her own temptation. Some part of her had hoped that Evan would press himself to her as he turned around, but the smirk shot that hope down with brutal force, only accentuated by the way his hands settled into the air just above her hips, the sensation not unlike how the dragon's electric field had earlier affected Evan. Then his lips, achingly close to where he had bitten her before poured the memories of that experience over her, crumbling some of her resolve. And, to top it off, he exhaled warmly over her breast, the skin already sensitive and aching and suddenly filled with the sensation of Evan's presence without any physical touch validate it. The warmth of his breath reawakened the emotions in her chest--the impatience of waiting for Evan to arrive, the remorse of having told Philip to have his way with Evan, the giddiness of flying through the air with Evan on her dragon's back, the impressed satisfaction of seeing Evan regain his swagger. There was a pain, an ache, a sensation that spread from the area Evan's breath actually hit deeper and further into her in all directions such that she wanted to cry out and laugh and throw Evan on the bed all at once. It was a cacophony of sensation within her body that Dehaljadrun certainly did not expect, and she did not know if she could possibly contain it, ready as it was to burst from her throat, her chest, her mouth, her hands.
The static electricity around them grew as the goddess adjusted to her heightened sensitivity, releasing some of the immense energy she felt within herself into the field around them, knowing that doing so would increase the intensity of the pull between them, but she would so much rather not be the only one affected by the emotions.
And then, with a grace and ease of movement the goddess was not even aware she had, Dehaljadrun reached up and allowed her hand to hover directly over the center of Evan's bare chest, her teeth nearly gritted in determination as she sought to make this even more difficult on him.
Re: Part 1
It was gratifying to see the goddess gritting her teeth, validating that this was difficult for her, too. But the captain couldn't help gritting his own teeth as he held up their tantalizing proximity, his smirk growing less smug and more determined by the moment. He could feel the static in the air intensifying, pricking at nerves even on the opposite side of his body from the goddess' skin. And then, gods, her hand over his chest. He couldn't quite tell whether she was igniting the ache that now grew in his heart or just bringing it to the surface--maybe some of both. He started to feel the sensation tearing at him, half making him want to pull away and protect that place, half further stoking the desire to open to her, to give in to his desire for her, to offer her all of his pain and his yearning and his pride.
He got real fucking close to following through on the bite that so wanted to happen, his mind tumbling through the thought of it like it had when he'd first imagined his mouth her cock. But miraculously, he caught himself--or some part of him did--and instead he merely planted a quick, darting lick on the spot he had bitten and exhaled upon. Then, before his mind had even fully clawed its way out of the fantasy of the bite, the captain took a backwards step away from the goddess and towards the fireplace, his expression back to cocky and his grin waxing wicked again, as his hand reached up to just ever-so-lightly touch two fingers to his collar bone. They pulled their touch lightly and slowly from below his neck towards his shoulder, his pose seemingly well fucking aware of how to use the rest of his body and the backlighting from the fireplace to perfectly frame the subtle gesture for the goddess' eyes.
He got real fucking close to following through on the bite that so wanted to happen, his mind tumbling through the thought of it like it had when he'd first imagined his mouth her cock. But miraculously, he caught himself--or some part of him did--and instead he merely planted a quick, darting lick on the spot he had bitten and exhaled upon. Then, before his mind had even fully clawed its way out of the fantasy of the bite, the captain took a backwards step away from the goddess and towards the fireplace, his expression back to cocky and his grin waxing wicked again, as his hand reached up to just ever-so-lightly touch two fingers to his collar bone. They pulled their touch lightly and slowly from below his neck towards his shoulder, his pose seemingly well fucking aware of how to use the rest of his body and the backlighting from the fireplace to perfectly frame the subtle gesture for the goddess' eyes.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun was convinced that Evan would give in. His mind reeled from the fantasies that couldn't help swirling around within him, and the goddess relished every one, each of them pulling her closer and closer to the edge of giving in herself. As Evan moved to actually touch her breast with his lips, triumph radiated through her but was abruptly cut off both by the darting nature of Evan's tongue and the moderate shock that their contact created. The goddess' moan quickly turned into a growl of frustration as Evan pulled away, closer to the fireplace, his grin more taunting than she had even seen it, and this time, she was too angry to be impressed. How dare he pull away from her?
But before she could recover from the shock of Evan's pulling away, his fingers were up on his collarbone in a painfully delicate gesture, one she could hardly ever imagine feeling comfortable offering him, of course also reminding her of how delicious he had looked at that damned negotiation, and it was all she could take. She wanted him, and he was practically begging her to wipe that wicked smile off his face.
The goddess closed the distance between them with a terrifying but controlled intensity, both the warm ache Evan had left on her breast and the reminder of the inflammation on her cheek radiating with a furious passion. Dehaljadrun stopped abruptly before Evan, promptly slapping him across his face with the enormous strength of her arm. She would not at all be surprised if it left at least light bruises diagonally across his face the following day. The goddess' expression erupted into a preposterously pleased grin afterward, however, the whirlwind of both experiencing the full pain of the slap through Evan and finally touching him herself after all that buildup made it possible for the less controlled part of her to completely win out as she wasted no time once Evan recovered from the slap pushing him back against the mantle of the fireplace with one hand against his throat and the other desperately tearing at the only button still holding up his pants.
Her mouth was a flurry of hard, quick bites and unreasonably tender kisses against his collarbone, the touch filled with the immense gratitude for the closeness as angry and grateful tears threatened to blend with the goddess' saliva on Evan's skin.
But, she wasn't done with him. Having gotten the button undone, Dehaljadrun moved the hand that had been holding Evan's throat to behind his back and slipped her other hand down his underwear, moaning as she got a firm grip on his cock. Holy fuck, the warmth of it felt good and made her own cock twitch and bob with arousal and desire. Putting pressure on the small of Evan's back, Dehaljadrun spun Evan around so his ass landed against the short edge of the table in the room, knocking the nearest candelabra over in the process. It sputtered out and would spill hot wax over Evan's hands if he attempted to reach out to steady himself.
The goddess pushed Evan so he was awkwardly bent half backwards over the table and sunk her teeth deeply into the mirror image location of where he had darted his tongue across her breast, allowing for the deepest bite she had given him as of yet, breaking skin and enjoying the metallic taste as his blood passed over her tongue.
But before she could recover from the shock of Evan's pulling away, his fingers were up on his collarbone in a painfully delicate gesture, one she could hardly ever imagine feeling comfortable offering him, of course also reminding her of how delicious he had looked at that damned negotiation, and it was all she could take. She wanted him, and he was practically begging her to wipe that wicked smile off his face.
The goddess closed the distance between them with a terrifying but controlled intensity, both the warm ache Evan had left on her breast and the reminder of the inflammation on her cheek radiating with a furious passion. Dehaljadrun stopped abruptly before Evan, promptly slapping him across his face with the enormous strength of her arm. She would not at all be surprised if it left at least light bruises diagonally across his face the following day. The goddess' expression erupted into a preposterously pleased grin afterward, however, the whirlwind of both experiencing the full pain of the slap through Evan and finally touching him herself after all that buildup made it possible for the less controlled part of her to completely win out as she wasted no time once Evan recovered from the slap pushing him back against the mantle of the fireplace with one hand against his throat and the other desperately tearing at the only button still holding up his pants.
Her mouth was a flurry of hard, quick bites and unreasonably tender kisses against his collarbone, the touch filled with the immense gratitude for the closeness as angry and grateful tears threatened to blend with the goddess' saliva on Evan's skin.
But, she wasn't done with him. Having gotten the button undone, Dehaljadrun moved the hand that had been holding Evan's throat to behind his back and slipped her other hand down his underwear, moaning as she got a firm grip on his cock. Holy fuck, the warmth of it felt good and made her own cock twitch and bob with arousal and desire. Putting pressure on the small of Evan's back, Dehaljadrun spun Evan around so his ass landed against the short edge of the table in the room, knocking the nearest candelabra over in the process. It sputtered out and would spill hot wax over Evan's hands if he attempted to reach out to steady himself.
The goddess pushed Evan so he was awkwardly bent half backwards over the table and sunk her teeth deeply into the mirror image location of where he had darted his tongue across her breast, allowing for the deepest bite she had given him as of yet, breaking skin and enjoying the metallic taste as his blood passed over her tongue.