Elation pulsed through Evan at the sound and the vibrations of the goddess' groan; the wilting of her fingers; the softening of her expression. Gods it felt good watching her dive, feeling her sink into bliss beneath his touch. Fuck, had he ever felt this powerful before? It was absolutely fucking intoxicating. Some very small part of him might have felt disappointed to be losing the thrumming on his ankle to the goddess' trance, but it was So. Fucking. Worth it.
He was both deeply surprised and wildly impressed by the elbow suddenly jabbing into his arm, wrenching his grip away from the goddess' throat and shifting his center of gravity a little further to the side. He was so surprised and impressed that he didn't even fight it; it almost felt like he was simply watching what was happening in awe as the goddess leveraged her legs against his neck and pulled him off balance. What escaped his throat as he hit the floor was a deeply satisfied groan, unfiltered thanks to the captain's distraction. By the time he'd caught up with himself, his mouth was practically getting ready to lick the goddess' cock that had ended up in front of his face, but he reeled himself in just in time, though he couldn't stop his expression from gaining a few shades of red as he clamped his jaw shut and tossed the goddess a bitterly congratulatory smirk through gritted teeth
His own cock throbbed, having lost the buffer of his soaring headspace and now ended up far away from the goddess' touch. Meanwhile his breathing and bloodflow were starting to get restricted by the goddess' thighs, lighting competing feelings of bliss in the captain's head and a tiny spark of panic in his gut. Not knowing what else to do, his hands reached up and dragged their nails down either side of the goddess' back, his own back arching his hips slightly off the ground as somehow the motion made his cock all the more desperate for attention. His expression faltered as his mind felt dragged down the goddess' back along with his fingers, and he pushed out a low, frustrated growl as he frantically tried to think of what else he could do before the pressure on his neck started pulling him under.
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
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The goddess grinned with absolute satisfaction at the position she had Evan in, and her feelings of embarrassment about what happened after she was kicked off the table dissipated instantaneously. She was getting exactly what she wanted now. But, oh, that teasing moment when Evan's tongue and lips nearly closed around her cock, dangling out in front of his mouth such that that seemed the only logical next option. Though she managed to sustain her grin, she almost faltered, the corner of her mouth begging for a gasp but silenced by other parts of the goddess' mind.
Gods, before the night was over, she promised herself, she would have her cock deep into his throat. But, come to think of it...
The goddess purred deeply at the surprise and admiration in Evan's thoughts, and she squeezed her thighs more tightly around Evan's neck in response. Dehaljadrun looked down at Evan wryly, allowing her hands to fall from her hair to her body, not letting herself be too distracted by the way Evan frantically raked both sides of her back with his nails. Instead, she ran her hands over her own body--spending extra time with her breasts--with excruciating slowness as her thighs pressed on Evan's neck even more tightly, the sensation reminiscent to the goddess of a snake constricting around its prey. And, she couldn't deny that she hungered for this man, but she also couldn't deny that she loved pushing this game as far as it was willing to go with him, testing the very edges of his ability to cling to his humanity, his goals, his endurance. The goddess began to taste the darkness looming in Evan's mind, finding herself almost jealous of the sensation, of the teetering edge of night.
Just as he was about to fall into unconsciousness, however, Dehaljadrun leaned forward, which had the effect of removing the brunt of the pressure from Evan's neck so he could breathe--at least for the split second before the goddess tilted her body such that her cock plunged into Evan's mouth the moment he opened it enough to gasp for air. The goddess moaned louder than she had all night as she pushed herself deeper and more aggressively into Evan's mouth, intending to choke him briefly with every thrust, her hands on either side of Evan above his head, her desire welling up and concentrating as her body undulated and rolled with the waves of electric passion coming off her, anchored inside Evan's mouth.
Gods, before the night was over, she promised herself, she would have her cock deep into his throat. But, come to think of it...
The goddess purred deeply at the surprise and admiration in Evan's thoughts, and she squeezed her thighs more tightly around Evan's neck in response. Dehaljadrun looked down at Evan wryly, allowing her hands to fall from her hair to her body, not letting herself be too distracted by the way Evan frantically raked both sides of her back with his nails. Instead, she ran her hands over her own body--spending extra time with her breasts--with excruciating slowness as her thighs pressed on Evan's neck even more tightly, the sensation reminiscent to the goddess of a snake constricting around its prey. And, she couldn't deny that she hungered for this man, but she also couldn't deny that she loved pushing this game as far as it was willing to go with him, testing the very edges of his ability to cling to his humanity, his goals, his endurance. The goddess began to taste the darkness looming in Evan's mind, finding herself almost jealous of the sensation, of the teetering edge of night.
Just as he was about to fall into unconsciousness, however, Dehaljadrun leaned forward, which had the effect of removing the brunt of the pressure from Evan's neck so he could breathe--at least for the split second before the goddess tilted her body such that her cock plunged into Evan's mouth the moment he opened it enough to gasp for air. The goddess moaned louder than she had all night as she pushed herself deeper and more aggressively into Evan's mouth, intending to choke him briefly with every thrust, her hands on either side of Evan above his head, her desire welling up and concentrating as her body undulated and rolled with the waves of electric passion coming off her, anchored inside Evan's mouth.
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Evan's eyes contained hurricanes, watching the goddess above him with storms of lust, awe, frustration, determination, and--dare one say--worship. He felt her purr reverberate within him, and his gaze followed her hands and their excruciatingly slow descent, each millimeter of skin they caressed over drawing more and more of the worshipful glint in his eyes to the surface, and making it more and more difficult for the captain to keep his tongue from snaking out to lick the goddess' cock as it so longed to do. The continued, increasing pressure on his neck didn't help matters, either. He determinedly kept up an impressed, bitter grin with his jaw clamped tight as his eyes narrowed against the encroaching dizziness, darkness, and tempting surrender that swirled around him.
At least he wasn't afraid that the goddess would kill him at this point--not on purpose, anyway, and her current actions were very clearly under her control. That helped him ignore the swirling, panicked alarm pulsing in his gut--or at least to make peace with it--but it didn't assuage all of his fear. The alarm that truly kept pull on his attention was situated more in his chest, sending pings of something sharp up into his head any time he considered just relaxing under the goddess' weight and letting bliss overtake him before the darkness could. Insofar as Evan could decipher the pings as conscious thought, they manifested along the lines of, "No, can't stop fighting yet."
Even so, the captain was rather limited in what he could do. He could keep sinking his nails into the goddess' flesh, fiercely grasping on like it was the only thing keeping him above water. He could try to keep his hips still by tensing them against the ground, holding back the pathetic impulse to buck at the air as though that would help the throbbing desire in his cock in the slightest. He could growl low in his throat, using what small leeway he still had to vibrate the goddess' thighs, albeit extremely softly. He could stubbornly hold up the expression on his face, fighting back the awe and lust and worship and continually stoking the frustration and determination to keep those forces in motion.
No matter how hard he fought, though, inevitably the darkness closed in. His fingers were the first to go, nails retreating from skin and muscles relaxing to let his arms hit the floor as his eyes started glazing over and his grin begrudgingly started to fade. It was then the goddess shifted her weight, allowing bloodflow to re-sharpen Evan's vision and prompting his lungs to force his jaw open and seize the opportunity to draw in a frantic gasp of air.
A pang of panic and frustration yanked at his chest as his airway was suddenly blocked again before his lungs felt they'd gotten a sufficient breath, and his stomach lurched as the goddess' cock plunged past his gag reflex and into his throat. A muffled grunt resonated against the tip of the goddess' cock as the captain's reflexes tried to arch his neck in a way that would let him breathe again, to no avail. He was grateful when she pulled out enough to at least let him breathe in through his nose, but of course she thrust again, just as deep, once again cutting off his attempt to catch up with his breath and pulling a reflexive flinch from his throat that echoed through his body. His hips finally lost their resolve to resist thrusting in the air, partly just riding the undulation of Evan's reflexes and partly deeply jealous of the play the goddess' cock was getting and needing to spend that energy somehow.
The captain scrambled to try to collect himself, accepting that the goddess might very well keep him short on breath and gagging for a while. He focused on relaxing his throat to calm his gag reflex, and then on consoling his lungs and making peace with the dull panicky ache of not feeling like he had enough air. With limited mental resources at the moment, he let his hips keep thrusting at nothing, and concentrated on what he could do that would have any effect. He could bite her, he supposed, but found that he didn't really want to. And, rather than look at that, he moved right the fuck on to the next idea, which--well, initially was to grab her balls painfully tight, before he mentally cursed her not having any. The next available thought he followed through on with fierce urgency; he spanked her ass hard, undoubtedly leaving a stinging handprint in his wake. His arm pulled away and then swung again, hitting the exact same spot with another strong, sharp sting, over and over again, intent on seeing how long the goddess would put up with that building tenderness before she shifted something enough to--hopefully--give Evan the opportunity he'd need to slide out from under her and finally fully catch his breath.
At least he wasn't afraid that the goddess would kill him at this point--not on purpose, anyway, and her current actions were very clearly under her control. That helped him ignore the swirling, panicked alarm pulsing in his gut--or at least to make peace with it--but it didn't assuage all of his fear. The alarm that truly kept pull on his attention was situated more in his chest, sending pings of something sharp up into his head any time he considered just relaxing under the goddess' weight and letting bliss overtake him before the darkness could. Insofar as Evan could decipher the pings as conscious thought, they manifested along the lines of, "No, can't stop fighting yet."
Even so, the captain was rather limited in what he could do. He could keep sinking his nails into the goddess' flesh, fiercely grasping on like it was the only thing keeping him above water. He could try to keep his hips still by tensing them against the ground, holding back the pathetic impulse to buck at the air as though that would help the throbbing desire in his cock in the slightest. He could growl low in his throat, using what small leeway he still had to vibrate the goddess' thighs, albeit extremely softly. He could stubbornly hold up the expression on his face, fighting back the awe and lust and worship and continually stoking the frustration and determination to keep those forces in motion.
No matter how hard he fought, though, inevitably the darkness closed in. His fingers were the first to go, nails retreating from skin and muscles relaxing to let his arms hit the floor as his eyes started glazing over and his grin begrudgingly started to fade. It was then the goddess shifted her weight, allowing bloodflow to re-sharpen Evan's vision and prompting his lungs to force his jaw open and seize the opportunity to draw in a frantic gasp of air.
A pang of panic and frustration yanked at his chest as his airway was suddenly blocked again before his lungs felt they'd gotten a sufficient breath, and his stomach lurched as the goddess' cock plunged past his gag reflex and into his throat. A muffled grunt resonated against the tip of the goddess' cock as the captain's reflexes tried to arch his neck in a way that would let him breathe again, to no avail. He was grateful when she pulled out enough to at least let him breathe in through his nose, but of course she thrust again, just as deep, once again cutting off his attempt to catch up with his breath and pulling a reflexive flinch from his throat that echoed through his body. His hips finally lost their resolve to resist thrusting in the air, partly just riding the undulation of Evan's reflexes and partly deeply jealous of the play the goddess' cock was getting and needing to spend that energy somehow.
The captain scrambled to try to collect himself, accepting that the goddess might very well keep him short on breath and gagging for a while. He focused on relaxing his throat to calm his gag reflex, and then on consoling his lungs and making peace with the dull panicky ache of not feeling like he had enough air. With limited mental resources at the moment, he let his hips keep thrusting at nothing, and concentrated on what he could do that would have any effect. He could bite her, he supposed, but found that he didn't really want to. And, rather than look at that, he moved right the fuck on to the next idea, which--well, initially was to grab her balls painfully tight, before he mentally cursed her not having any. The next available thought he followed through on with fierce urgency; he spanked her ass hard, undoubtedly leaving a stinging handprint in his wake. His arm pulled away and then swung again, hitting the exact same spot with another strong, sharp sting, over and over again, intent on seeing how long the goddess would put up with that building tenderness before she shifted something enough to--hopefully--give Evan the opportunity he'd need to slide out from under her and finally fully catch his breath.
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The goddess felt Evan's desire, felt his awe, felt his urges to give in to himself, and felt every time Evan thrust them back behind the line of where they might claim some of his physical autonomy. She felt his tongue's desire even before she was inside his mouth, felt him fighting with his hips, his lips, his fingertips. Dehaljadrun was accustomed to men resisting her for myriad reasons--pride, guilt, shame, principle--and most of those were present in Evan, but there was something deeper than that, too, some intoxicating force that drove the goddess to push into Evan deeper and further to discover what lay beyond his surface-level motivations. There was the exhilaration, sure, the thrill, and then suddenly the genuine desire to keep himself from pleasure in some masochistic loop of emotional and physical pain. He genuinely enjoyed denying himself, or at the very least, being denied.
Dehaljadrun felt it now every time Evan thrusted up at the air, every time she felt his fingers scramble for something useful to do, every tiny movement of his neck and head to simultaneously maximize the breath he was able to suck in but also to welcome her further and further into his mystery. The depth with which the goddess pushed into Evan's throat was quickly rushing toward a peak of ecstasy, but the strange desire Dehaljadrun found within Evan almost made her want to deny herself or perhaps deny Evan the satisfaction of her satisfaction. Fuck, this man was complicated.
And then, at a loss of what else to do, Evan slapped her ass. Hard. The force of the slap threw the goddess' body even deeper into a thrust toward Evan's mouth. His momentum flooded through her body and rushed down his own throat such that there was an almost hypnotic rhythm to the way their bodies had moved in tandem, immensely increasing the goddess' pleasure in the situation. She moaned, and her body moved on its own, poised now with her back arched to give Evan a better angle with which to hit her ass, though her cock remained deep within his mouth, throbbing and pulsing with eagerness as she awaited the next slap. And it came. Harder, if that was possible, the tenderness of the area adding multiple layers to the sensation and increasing the pain she felt, but deep as she was inside Evan's own hidden motivations, she was thrilled by the pain and even more entranced by the way the momentum of the second spank brought back that fluid movement of their bodies.
As the slaps became closer together, the area of tenderness on the goddess' ass grew more and more sensitive, and some alarm in her mind began to go off, telling her, you're going to have to stop this. But the sensation of Evan slapping her deeper into his throat, allowing her thrusts to be entirely motivated by Evan's own hand, made her feel more like a tool for his own pain and pleasure than anything, making it possible to successfully ignore both her own panic in the face of pain and Evan's urgency to breathe. At least, until the slaps came in quicker succession than Dehaljadrun could thrust, and a wild desire to stave off the sensations of pain that would surely be far worse if she did not have the pleasure to focus on made her thrust into Evan's throat as quickly as possible, not bothering to match his rhythm. She was chasing her own desire now, blind to Evan's, blind to the pain except for what pain registered as pleasure, and could not stop herself from running straight off the cliff of her own arousal and falling headfirst into an orgasm as she ejaculated with the tip of her penis against the back of Evan's throat, her whole body tingling with the contagious electric sensations the dragon had given Evan.
Putting the back of her hand almost tenderly over the place where Evan had been hitting her, the goddess pulled her cock out of Evan's mouth and allowed her body to collapse to one side of him, her legs between them as she lay on her side, breathing heavy and attempting to pull herself away from the bliss-filled pleasure coma that threatened to overwhelm her.
((OOC: She's going to be fairly incapacitated for a few moments at least. Also her ass and her cock are going to be, somewhat obviously, very sensitive.))
))The goddess felt Evan's desire, felt his awe, felt his urges to give in to himself, and felt every time Evan thrust them back behind the line of where they might claim some of his physical autonomy. She felt his tongue's desire even before she was inside his mouth, felt him fighting with his hips, his lips, his fingertips. Dehaljadrun was accustomed to men resisting her for myriad reasons--pride, guilt, shame, principle--and most of those were present in Evan, but there was something deeper than that, too, some intoxicating force that drove the goddess to push into Evan deeper and further to discover what lay beyond his surface-level motivations. There was the exhilaration, sure, the thrill, and then suddenly the genuine desire to keep himself from pleasure in some masochistic loop of emotional and physical pain. He genuinely enjoyed denying himself, or at the very least, being denied.
Dehaljadrun felt it now every time Evan thrusted up at the air, every time she felt his fingers scramble for something useful to do, every tiny movement of his neck and head to simultaneously maximize the breath he was able to suck in but also to welcome her further and further into his mystery. The depth with which the goddess pushed into Evan's throat was quickly rushing toward a peak of ecstasy, but the strange desire Dehaljadrun found within Evan almost made her want to deny herself or perhaps deny Evan the satisfaction of her satisfaction. Fuck, this man was complicated.
And then, at a loss of what else to do, Evan slapped her ass. Hard. The force of the slap threw the goddess' body even deeper into a thrust toward Evan's mouth. His momentum flooded through her body and rushed down his own throat such that there was an almost hypnotic rhythm to the way their bodies had moved in tandem, immensely increasing the goddess' pleasure in the situation. She moaned, and her body moved on its own, poised now with her back arched to give Evan a better angle with which to hit her ass, though her cock remained deep within his mouth, throbbing and pulsing with eagerness as she awaited the next slap. And it came. Harder, if that was possible, the tenderness of the area adding multiple layers to the sensation and increasing the pain she felt, but deep as she was inside Evan's own hidden motivations, she was thrilled by the pain and even more entranced by the way the momentum of the second spank brought back that fluid movement of their bodies.
As the slaps became closer together, the area of tenderness on the goddess' ass grew more and more sensitive, and some alarm in her mind began to go off, telling her, you're going to have to stop this. But the sensation of Evan slapping her deeper into his throat, allowing her thrusts to be entirely motivated by Evan's own hand, made her feel more like a tool for his own pain and pleasure than anything, making it possible to successfully ignore both her own panic in the face of pain and Evan's urgency to breathe. At least, until the slaps came in quicker succession than Dehaljadrun could thrust, and a wild desire to stave off the sensations of pain that would surely be far worse if she did not have the pleasure to focus on made her thrust into Evan's throat as quickly as possible, not bothering to match his rhythm. She was chasing her own desire now, blind to Evan's, blind to the pain except for what pain registered as pleasure, and could not stop herself from running straight off the cliff of her own arousal and falling headfirst into an orgasm as she ejaculated with the tip of her penis against the back of Evan's throat, her whole body tingling with the contagious electric sensations the dragon had given Evan.
Putting the back of her hand almost tenderly over the place where Evan had been hitting her, the goddess pulled her cock out of Evan's mouth and allowed her body to collapse to one side of him, her legs between them as she lay on her side, breathing heavy and attempting to pull herself away from the bliss-filled pleasure coma that threatened to overwhelm her.
((OOC: She's going to be fairly incapacitated for a few moments at least. Also her ass and her cock are going to be, somewhat obviously, very sensitive.))
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Some part of Evan instantly regretted deciding to spank the goddess as he felt the ripple of motion and sensation run through her and into his throat and back down his own body. The moan that the goddess crooned was both beautiful and terrible, rewarding the part of his mind that wanted to pleasure her and torturing the part that wanted to fight her. But it was clear quickly which part of his mind had control of his hand, as he slapped again eagerly, and revelled in how the motion carried through each of them once more, stoking Evan's reflexive panic and yearning for air to burn brighter.
And again, his body flinching and undulating in the after-effects of his own action. An angry growl managed to escape for a split second as the goddess receded in the wake of the last spank, but was predictably cut off as his hand made contact with her ass once more, and sent the goddess' body rocking forward and her cock right back down his throat.
And again, the cycles of action and excitement and lust and shame and frustration and helplessness blurring into what felt like an eternity.
The clearest sensation in Evan's mind through it all was the frustration--at the humiliation of the situation; at the panic racking his body; at the throbbing in his cock; at the grim reality that spanking the goddess wasn't deterring her in the slightest, no matter how much heat he could feel building up in her skin with each impact. He thought maybe he should cut his losses and stop spanking her, but the notion was dismissed just as quickly as biting her cock had been before. His arm pulled back and slapped sharply against her skin once again, fully aware of what it would do to both the goddess and himself. He mentally cursed his arm and his by now burning hand, as well as himself for not being able to come up with any way to actually get the upper hand back. But then came the thought that, well, if he was truly that pathetic, then he was getting exactly what he deserved.
A strange, bitter warmth entwined with the panic in his chest, as his thoughts between slaps revisited the moment just before the goddess had possessed him earlier that night. He felt pretty fucked up for thinking back to then, but, he realized, there was a reason it was that specific part of it that had come to mind. For that brief, poignant moment, Evan had been able to enjoy what had been happening, and he felt that same enjoyment now, though he wasn't sure that was really any less fucked up. He felt like crying, as though the gagging and the snot and tears it called up wasn't basically amounting to sobbing already, just muted by the cock in his throat.
Without realizing it, Evan's open palm switched to a fist as it pounded into the goddess' flesh, the frustration that had already permeated his senses now somehow changing color. The captain realized it had to do with the goddess stalling her motion deep inside his throat, tugging a fresh sense of panic to the front of his chest. His fist hit her wildly, his throat frantically trying to swallow the hot cum that suddenly overwhelmed it and threatened to spill into his desperate, aching lungs. He felt a warm, familiar tingle gently caress his throat and his chest, which settled the panic in his body slightly, but only for a moment. The captain couldn't help gasping for air as the goddess finally pulled out of him, and a coughing fit followed as his lungs then had to expel the fluid they'd breathed in in the process. It wasn't enough to be dangerous, just enough to be obnoxious as fuck.
Stubbornly, the captain pushed himself to sit up despite still coughing up tiny droplets of cum, and he fixed his eyes on the goddess beside him. He felt rage and envy first and foremost, angry that she looked so satisfied and relaxed while he felt so frustrated and humiliated. With a final, determined cough, the captain swung himself around to straddle the goddess' torso and face her cock, which he grabbed at the base with one hand and the tip with the other. The hand at the base mostly just held it in place, while the other hand rubbed in circular motions over the tip with its palm, using the remnants of cum still on her to glide over nerves and invade her rest with the ferocity of his small, cruel motions. Somewhere in the back of his mind were concerns that the goddess' cock might not work quite like his and this might not have the expected effect, not to mention frustration with himself again for not just taking the opportunity to provide himself pleasure rather than trying to cause the goddess pain. But, somehow, this felt like the fastest path to satisfaction, and hell if he wasn't real fucking intent on rubbing the tip of the goddess' cock as raw as he could get it.
And again, his body flinching and undulating in the after-effects of his own action. An angry growl managed to escape for a split second as the goddess receded in the wake of the last spank, but was predictably cut off as his hand made contact with her ass once more, and sent the goddess' body rocking forward and her cock right back down his throat.
And again, the cycles of action and excitement and lust and shame and frustration and helplessness blurring into what felt like an eternity.
The clearest sensation in Evan's mind through it all was the frustration--at the humiliation of the situation; at the panic racking his body; at the throbbing in his cock; at the grim reality that spanking the goddess wasn't deterring her in the slightest, no matter how much heat he could feel building up in her skin with each impact. He thought maybe he should cut his losses and stop spanking her, but the notion was dismissed just as quickly as biting her cock had been before. His arm pulled back and slapped sharply against her skin once again, fully aware of what it would do to both the goddess and himself. He mentally cursed his arm and his by now burning hand, as well as himself for not being able to come up with any way to actually get the upper hand back. But then came the thought that, well, if he was truly that pathetic, then he was getting exactly what he deserved.
A strange, bitter warmth entwined with the panic in his chest, as his thoughts between slaps revisited the moment just before the goddess had possessed him earlier that night. He felt pretty fucked up for thinking back to then, but, he realized, there was a reason it was that specific part of it that had come to mind. For that brief, poignant moment, Evan had been able to enjoy what had been happening, and he felt that same enjoyment now, though he wasn't sure that was really any less fucked up. He felt like crying, as though the gagging and the snot and tears it called up wasn't basically amounting to sobbing already, just muted by the cock in his throat.
Without realizing it, Evan's open palm switched to a fist as it pounded into the goddess' flesh, the frustration that had already permeated his senses now somehow changing color. The captain realized it had to do with the goddess stalling her motion deep inside his throat, tugging a fresh sense of panic to the front of his chest. His fist hit her wildly, his throat frantically trying to swallow the hot cum that suddenly overwhelmed it and threatened to spill into his desperate, aching lungs. He felt a warm, familiar tingle gently caress his throat and his chest, which settled the panic in his body slightly, but only for a moment. The captain couldn't help gasping for air as the goddess finally pulled out of him, and a coughing fit followed as his lungs then had to expel the fluid they'd breathed in in the process. It wasn't enough to be dangerous, just enough to be obnoxious as fuck.
Stubbornly, the captain pushed himself to sit up despite still coughing up tiny droplets of cum, and he fixed his eyes on the goddess beside him. He felt rage and envy first and foremost, angry that she looked so satisfied and relaxed while he felt so frustrated and humiliated. With a final, determined cough, the captain swung himself around to straddle the goddess' torso and face her cock, which he grabbed at the base with one hand and the tip with the other. The hand at the base mostly just held it in place, while the other hand rubbed in circular motions over the tip with its palm, using the remnants of cum still on her to glide over nerves and invade her rest with the ferocity of his small, cruel motions. Somewhere in the back of his mind were concerns that the goddess' cock might not work quite like his and this might not have the expected effect, not to mention frustration with himself again for not just taking the opportunity to provide himself pleasure rather than trying to cause the goddess pain. But, somehow, this felt like the fastest path to satisfaction, and hell if he wasn't real fucking intent on rubbing the tip of the goddess' cock as raw as he could get it.
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The goddess barely registered Evan's coughing as she was completely overwhelmed by the rushing and thudding of her own blood in her ears. It carried a strange combination of satisfaction and a deeply profound hunger. It was as though the goddess had only scratched the surface of something and could not believe the wealth of what she had found. Yet, she couldn't move to seek more. Dehaljadrun was too immersed in her own experience to issue instructions to the parts of her brain in charge of motion.
The thudding and rush of her blood came back to the forefront of her mind, quickly shifting the landscape behind her eyes from a black-black to a red-purple, making it difficult to discern directionality. The goddess breathed heavily, the ringing her ears returning like a dim but high-pitched hum from a distant place.
She knew she should get up, that she should prepare for whatever retaliation Evan would act upon her, but the hum inside her mind was unignorable, and suddenly the red-purple tunnel opened into a blinding light, and the goddess gasped, coming back into her body all at once to the sensation of Evan's weight firmly across her hips as he wasted no time in getting his hand around her cock and rubbed the sensitive and subtle folds on her tip. It tingled first with anticipation while Evan's hand was slick, but the friction was increasing, making it difficult to find pleasure in the motion. The goddess' low groan drowned out the ringing in her own ears as her leg unconsciously folded under her somewhat in an attempt to bump Evan's hand free, but there was not enough motion behind the movement for it to be effective. Instead, the goddess groaned more deeply, curling one foot around her other calf. What Evan was doing was painful--though the return to pleasure was surely not far off--and she couldn't tear herself away. She wanted his retaliation, and she was impressed that it had happened so quickly.
The thudding and rush of her blood came back to the forefront of her mind, quickly shifting the landscape behind her eyes from a black-black to a red-purple, making it difficult to discern directionality. The goddess breathed heavily, the ringing her ears returning like a dim but high-pitched hum from a distant place.
She knew she should get up, that she should prepare for whatever retaliation Evan would act upon her, but the hum inside her mind was unignorable, and suddenly the red-purple tunnel opened into a blinding light, and the goddess gasped, coming back into her body all at once to the sensation of Evan's weight firmly across her hips as he wasted no time in getting his hand around her cock and rubbed the sensitive and subtle folds on her tip. It tingled first with anticipation while Evan's hand was slick, but the friction was increasing, making it difficult to find pleasure in the motion. The goddess' low groan drowned out the ringing in her own ears as her leg unconsciously folded under her somewhat in an attempt to bump Evan's hand free, but there was not enough motion behind the movement for it to be effective. Instead, the goddess groaned more deeply, curling one foot around her other calf. What Evan was doing was painful--though the return to pleasure was surely not far off--and she couldn't tear herself away. She wanted his retaliation, and she was impressed that it had happened so quickly.
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Evan had been braced for the goddess to fight back, and he had mixed feelings about her continued pliancy. In some ways it annoyed him; the weight of her bliss just rubbed in his face how very different their states of being were, and all thanks to the humiliation he'd endured. But the way the goddess moved her knee ineffectually to try to dissuade him was also gratifying as fuck. He was causing her pain, and thanks to her heavy bliss, she was helpless to stop it. That helplessness went a long way towards outweighing his annoyance, especially once a thought crossed his mind that brought a smirk back into his expression.
The captain released the goddess' cock and swung his knee back over her so that he was kneeling to one side. He quickly sidled up just enough to grasp firmly at her hair and tug her towards him, aiming excitedly to shove his cock down her throat. If she was with it enough to keep her mouth shut, he'd be all too happy to use his free hand to grasp at her throat and deprive her of air and of clarity for a few moments, and see if she was still with it enough when he let go not to gasp and accept his cock in the process.
((OOC: But, y'know, if she happens to be with it enough to do more than just keep her mouth shut, obvs feel free to take Evan off guard))
The captain released the goddess' cock and swung his knee back over her so that he was kneeling to one side. He quickly sidled up just enough to grasp firmly at her hair and tug her towards him, aiming excitedly to shove his cock down her throat. If she was with it enough to keep her mouth shut, he'd be all too happy to use his free hand to grasp at her throat and deprive her of air and of clarity for a few moments, and see if she was still with it enough when he let go not to gasp and accept his cock in the process.
((OOC: But, y'know, if she happens to be with it enough to do more than just keep her mouth shut, obvs feel free to take Evan off guard))
Re: Part 1
Still dizzy from the images behind her eyes, the goddess registered the sensation of Evan's hand in her hair, and she couldn't help but let out a moan and pull away from him, if only to make it more intense. She wanted him all over her body all over again, angry and eager at the same time.
But then he enthusiastically pulled her down toward his cock, and the goddess stiffened, forced out of her bliss state and determined to keep from allowing Evan to do what she had done to him. Her mouth closed just in time to deflect his cock, which touched her lips in an agonizing way she hoped would affect both of them. The salt of his sweat and with hints of arousal fluids caressed her lips, and though her tongue was tempted, the goddess held firm, but then Evan's hand came around her throat, and her airways were again blocked.
Though some part of her that was enraged at her prematurely ended bliss, she would not allow herself to fall prey to the blackness this time, scrambling for a quick way out of the situation. She settled on one, and a wicked grin came over her closed mouth. Pulling away from Evan's chokehold as much as she could, such that his cock was momentarily not touching her lips, the goddess then reached her head forward again as though about to acquiesce to the pressure Evan was putting on her. But, the moment her lips touched his tip again, she sent a shockwave through her mouth comparable to the sensation from when the cock ring broke with Xavier, not caring that her own teeth, lips, and tongue would vibrate and tingle from the shock as well.
If the sensation was enough to pull from Evan's grip, she would, fully intending to get back up on the bed in a smug pose while Evan composed himself, one arm dangling off the end of the bed closest to Evan while she lay on her stomach with her ankles crossed and her chin on her other hand, the curves of her lower back and ass perfectly visible, the light through her skin, a seductively glowing purple, casting a light over the room that made everything feel slightly less tangible.
But then he enthusiastically pulled her down toward his cock, and the goddess stiffened, forced out of her bliss state and determined to keep from allowing Evan to do what she had done to him. Her mouth closed just in time to deflect his cock, which touched her lips in an agonizing way she hoped would affect both of them. The salt of his sweat and with hints of arousal fluids caressed her lips, and though her tongue was tempted, the goddess held firm, but then Evan's hand came around her throat, and her airways were again blocked.
Though some part of her that was enraged at her prematurely ended bliss, she would not allow herself to fall prey to the blackness this time, scrambling for a quick way out of the situation. She settled on one, and a wicked grin came over her closed mouth. Pulling away from Evan's chokehold as much as she could, such that his cock was momentarily not touching her lips, the goddess then reached her head forward again as though about to acquiesce to the pressure Evan was putting on her. But, the moment her lips touched his tip again, she sent a shockwave through her mouth comparable to the sensation from when the cock ring broke with Xavier, not caring that her own teeth, lips, and tongue would vibrate and tingle from the shock as well.
If the sensation was enough to pull from Evan's grip, she would, fully intending to get back up on the bed in a smug pose while Evan composed himself, one arm dangling off the end of the bed closest to Evan while she lay on her stomach with her ankles crossed and her chin on her other hand, the curves of her lower back and ass perfectly visible, the light through her skin, a seductively glowing purple, casting a light over the room that made everything feel slightly less tangible.
Re: Part 1
Evan's cock--his entire being, really--vibrated with anticipation as the goddess' stubbornly closed lips touched against his skin and his hand settled on her throat. When the goddess grinned, there was only time for a jolt of anxiety to shoot down Evan's core before her lips drew back and then made contact again, and this time lit up his entire body with a single, quaking shock. It drummed up countless memories from the day--the long, tumultuous day leading up to this, filled with fluster and frustration and so many fucking shocks.
Evan landed on his hands and knees with a growl, the shock having jostled his grip on the goddess and stolen his balance. It also left him with red-hot cheeks, the part of him still pissed about the goddess possessing Xavier now once again close to front. With heavy breaths, the captain raised a glare to the goddess, watching angrily as she settled down onto the bed before him.
The strongest emotion he felt in the moment was anger about Xavier's possession, but he'd aleady made the relevant demand and knew it wouldn't help anything to rehash it. But, once he got past that, this also reminded him--mortifyingly--of his chat with Mizu, and of the other demands he really should find opportunity to make.
He'd certainly learned more about the goddess' relationship with the king, for what that was worth. But he still needed the Shel'ti, and ideally a way for Mizu to speak with the goddess directly.
Actually, a thought crossed his mind just then about that last bit, what with the memory of Xavier's face with purple eyes feeling so fresh. Evan's cheeks somehow burned even hotter as he pushed himself to his feet, and he tried to shrug off the angst he was feeling.
It was useful to have reminded himself of what he still needed to accomplish tonight, but now wasn't the time to make any of his demands. The goddess had gotten back on top of the situation again, and likely knew full well that a significant portion of the captain's brain wanted nothing more than to climb on top of her welcoming, radiant curves, press himself against her, and finally bury his aching cock inside of her. His cock visibly twitched at the thought, and Evan was just fucking grateful he didn't have to worry about that godsdamned cock ring this encounter.
The captain pivoted and paced slowly alongside the bed, stubbornly refusing to get close to the goddess for the time being, although she could certainly reach him with her arm if she cared to. He let his glare cool to a steely expression, his eyes dragging themselves along the curves of the goddess' body with a sort of weighty disinterest. In some ways, it was quite obviously an act--his twitching, yearning erection certainly wasn't waning--but somehow it was a damn convincing one, which he seemed determined to keep up.
Evan landed on his hands and knees with a growl, the shock having jostled his grip on the goddess and stolen his balance. It also left him with red-hot cheeks, the part of him still pissed about the goddess possessing Xavier now once again close to front. With heavy breaths, the captain raised a glare to the goddess, watching angrily as she settled down onto the bed before him.
The strongest emotion he felt in the moment was anger about Xavier's possession, but he'd aleady made the relevant demand and knew it wouldn't help anything to rehash it. But, once he got past that, this also reminded him--mortifyingly--of his chat with Mizu, and of the other demands he really should find opportunity to make.
He'd certainly learned more about the goddess' relationship with the king, for what that was worth. But he still needed the Shel'ti, and ideally a way for Mizu to speak with the goddess directly.
Actually, a thought crossed his mind just then about that last bit, what with the memory of Xavier's face with purple eyes feeling so fresh. Evan's cheeks somehow burned even hotter as he pushed himself to his feet, and he tried to shrug off the angst he was feeling.
It was useful to have reminded himself of what he still needed to accomplish tonight, but now wasn't the time to make any of his demands. The goddess had gotten back on top of the situation again, and likely knew full well that a significant portion of the captain's brain wanted nothing more than to climb on top of her welcoming, radiant curves, press himself against her, and finally bury his aching cock inside of her. His cock visibly twitched at the thought, and Evan was just fucking grateful he didn't have to worry about that godsdamned cock ring this encounter.
The captain pivoted and paced slowly alongside the bed, stubbornly refusing to get close to the goddess for the time being, although she could certainly reach him with her arm if she cared to. He let his glare cool to a steely expression, his eyes dragging themselves along the curves of the goddess' body with a sort of weighty disinterest. In some ways, it was quite obviously an act--his twitching, yearning erection certainly wasn't waning--but somehow it was a damn convincing one, which he seemed determined to keep up.
Re: Part 1
The goddess thoroughly enjoyed the way Evan flushed in reaction to the shock, and her gaze lingered poignantly on his body before he stood up, her own body satisfied enough for the moment to resist the desire for further engagement. Her eyes followed Evan as he rounded the bed, taking in his muscular form, the angle of his erection, the sweat glistening off his skin, the tattoos that accentuated his angles, and those hip bones with his dragon's tail sliding down over one side of them. Mm. In this light, he looked nearly as appetizing as she imagined she looked herself, and though she knew that she could intensify her aura as to make herself utterly irresistible to any human, she found herself curious about what Evan planned to do next and therefore refrained. Besides, she was uninterested in battles of wills she knew she would win.
The goddess could feel the edges of his mind and how they were practically begging for entrance to her body, but Evan's nonchalant, disinterested expression almost convinced her that her perception of his desire was inaccurate--at least, until she took another glance at his cock. One eyebrow lifted as she wondered how long he could keep up the act; she was already growing impatient.
Still, she was, again, impressed. She felt not only his desire but also his flush of anger--surely from the events of earlier in the night--but he contained it and even had the energy to continue feigning disinterest. Dehaljadrun amused herself by remembering exactly how difficult it was for Evan to reign in his reaction just the day before when he had summoned her, how close he had been to giving in even considering that his men and the crone were watching. The goddess hummed deeply and closed her eyes at the thought, relishing the residual energy present in the memory, but opened her eyes again to Evan's disinterest, which lit a fire inside her.
Would this man really survive a trip to the underworld? He had nearly made it through a full two nights with her and didn't even feel near thrallhood, so perhaps it was possible, but the goddess was still reluctant to hope. Despite the events of earlier that evening, she wondered if she had been going easy on him. That wouldn't do. That would only... complicate matters.
The goddess closed her eyes again, this time sensing movement at the edges of her palace. Surely the thralls were not back yet; their commands could not have expired so quickly. Then what...? The goddess grinned mischievously as she mentally allowed and beckoned the smoky, glowing black and purple forms to move into her throne room, still out of sight of the inner chamber Evan and the goddess were in through the curtains.
"Disappointed already, are you?" the goddess said rhetorically, fully aware Evan was faking and surely by now, as her skin glowed more brightly in the dim light, beginning to falter, "Tell me, Captain Rutliff, what is it that you desire?" Her words were dripping with a brazen, mocking tone. Of course she knew, but she wanted him to think about it, to pull it up in his mind, to know what words he would allow out of his mouth.
The goddess could feel the edges of his mind and how they were practically begging for entrance to her body, but Evan's nonchalant, disinterested expression almost convinced her that her perception of his desire was inaccurate--at least, until she took another glance at his cock. One eyebrow lifted as she wondered how long he could keep up the act; she was already growing impatient.
Still, she was, again, impressed. She felt not only his desire but also his flush of anger--surely from the events of earlier in the night--but he contained it and even had the energy to continue feigning disinterest. Dehaljadrun amused herself by remembering exactly how difficult it was for Evan to reign in his reaction just the day before when he had summoned her, how close he had been to giving in even considering that his men and the crone were watching. The goddess hummed deeply and closed her eyes at the thought, relishing the residual energy present in the memory, but opened her eyes again to Evan's disinterest, which lit a fire inside her.
Would this man really survive a trip to the underworld? He had nearly made it through a full two nights with her and didn't even feel near thrallhood, so perhaps it was possible, but the goddess was still reluctant to hope. Despite the events of earlier that evening, she wondered if she had been going easy on him. That wouldn't do. That would only... complicate matters.
The goddess closed her eyes again, this time sensing movement at the edges of her palace. Surely the thralls were not back yet; their commands could not have expired so quickly. Then what...? The goddess grinned mischievously as she mentally allowed and beckoned the smoky, glowing black and purple forms to move into her throne room, still out of sight of the inner chamber Evan and the goddess were in through the curtains.
"Disappointed already, are you?" the goddess said rhetorically, fully aware Evan was faking and surely by now, as her skin glowed more brightly in the dim light, beginning to falter, "Tell me, Captain Rutliff, what is it that you desire?" Her words were dripping with a brazen, mocking tone. Of course she knew, but she wanted him to think about it, to pull it up in his mind, to know what words he would allow out of his mouth.