Evan thought he might have picked up on some sense of the goddess' presense--or maybe he just assumed he had, since he felt a brief sense of relief and wasn't sure why else he would have if not that the process had worked.
He didn't have all that long to contemplate that, though, before his attention moved to his arm, feeling the urge to try to get free of the shadow beings again. He was surprised when it worked--or, rather, it kind of seemed like the being let his arm go, and he started to suspect that maybe he wasn't actually the one deciding to move his arm. That was confirmed pretty quickly when his fingers bit into his seared flesh and scraped across it, splattering surprise and confusion and that white-hot, all-consuming pain over Evan's consciousness and out of his body though another aching scream. As he started to return to coherency, his scream shifted into a loud, angry,
"Fuuuuuuck!"
He directed confusion and irritation towards the goddess, though it couldn't completely mask the sense of awe and delight he felt, despite everything else, that the process had definitely worked. He had a snarky thought he wanted to specifically articulate to the goddess about why she'd needed--if she'd needed--to burn him when she hadn't burned any of the others she'd possessed, but the movements of the beings backing off distracted Evan with a sense of curiosity. He sat up--wincing and groaning at how the movement tugged at and put pressure on his burns, but determined to push through--and looked around at the beings, struck by how reverent they seemed to be. Tears brimmed at the captain's eyes, as that feeling of awe and rapture from the experience of the goddess entering him really fully sank into his body, pulled out to the surface by seeing these strange beings show reverence towards Evan--towards the divine being with whom he now resided.
"Fuck," he breathed out a soft, staccato whisper, drained of irritation and filled to the brim with wonder. He turned his attention inward again, searching for what the goddess was actually thinking and feeling, and trying his best to set aside any other urges towards making light of the situation. He was in it, and scared, and delighted, and more than anything, he wanted to feel closer to the goddess again. It was both disappointing and frankly unnerving that somehow she felt farther away right now than when they were in separate bodies, and if Evan was being completely honest, 'scared' was rapidly becoming the strongest emotion he was experiencing.
((OOC: So yeah we're solidifying that Evan totally sucks at paying attention at what's going on for him mentally lol, though I think now he'd finally pick up on the goddess' thoughts and feelings, I guess unless she's going to any length to continue hiding them from him lol.))
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
Moderator: On Dreams And Desire
Re: Part 1
The goddess reeled a moment, Evan's reactions to the pressure of her fingers across his damaged skin so intensified for her consciousness that was physically in his body that her ears would be ringing, if she had more than a concept of them. And yet, she was almost disappointed when she let off, the endorphins flooding their body in a dull roar of pleasure.
Though she distantly felt his surprise and irritation, it wasn't until the shadow beings completely pulled away--as though they were waiting for something--that she fully gained back conscious control of herself. Somehow, she had forgotten how good--how much--this all felt.
Without thinking, Dehaljadrun turned Evan's head toward the nearest of the shadow beings and then settled her gaze on one on the far wall. It donned on her that they were treating Evan's body with reverence because she was inside it. She mentally scoffed at the unintended side effect. Fine, it would just more obviously need to be her in control.
It was then she felt Evan reach toward her mentally. Laughing quietly in a place Evan could only subconsciously hear, she sent over images of him with her purple eyes, knowing full well she was playing with his fear.
But then, with the endorphins of their shared pain and the memory of the power and potency of the river, Dehaljadrun moved Evan's body toward the end of the bed and onto the floor with a certain amount of graceful intention so they were standing. Before hardly a moment had passed, Dehaljadrun moved Evan's hands so one traced over his collarbone while the other skidded with a steady but almost tentative pace down the naked skin of Evan's torso, tracing the edge of one burn where the skin was scorched to elicit just the slightest physical reaction.
The goddess hummed with a quiet and sustained moan in both Evan's mind and with her voice out of Evan's mouth such that the vibration could be felt throughout their entire body.
Though she distantly felt his surprise and irritation, it wasn't until the shadow beings completely pulled away--as though they were waiting for something--that she fully gained back conscious control of herself. Somehow, she had forgotten how good--how much--this all felt.
Without thinking, Dehaljadrun turned Evan's head toward the nearest of the shadow beings and then settled her gaze on one on the far wall. It donned on her that they were treating Evan's body with reverence because she was inside it. She mentally scoffed at the unintended side effect. Fine, it would just more obviously need to be her in control.
It was then she felt Evan reach toward her mentally. Laughing quietly in a place Evan could only subconsciously hear, she sent over images of him with her purple eyes, knowing full well she was playing with his fear.
But then, with the endorphins of their shared pain and the memory of the power and potency of the river, Dehaljadrun moved Evan's body toward the end of the bed and onto the floor with a certain amount of graceful intention so they were standing. Before hardly a moment had passed, Dehaljadrun moved Evan's hands so one traced over his collarbone while the other skidded with a steady but almost tentative pace down the naked skin of Evan's torso, tracing the edge of one burn where the skin was scorched to elicit just the slightest physical reaction.
The goddess hummed with a quiet and sustained moan in both Evan's mind and with her voice out of Evan's mouth such that the vibration could be felt throughout their entire body.
Re: Part 1
Evan felt chilled by what seemed like purposeful silence from the goddess, and a flash of what he'd look like with those eerie purple eyes. In a way, Evan wanted those eyes. They'd help convince Mizu he wasn't acting, much as it frustrated and pissed him off that that was a concern.
It wasn't just that, though.. he couldn't help thinking of the other day when he'd touched himself while imagining those purple eyes watching him. His cock swelled excitedly at the memory, and he'd never felt so fucking self-conscious about a thing like that. It had been bad enough when the cock ring kept shocking him, terrifying him that Mizu and Blake and Elaine would see the movement it elicited; but here there was no what if, and on top of that, he felt fairly confident that the goddess could feel it, every bit as much as he did. The captain mentally squirmed in the discomfort of such personal sensations now being shared... and in the elation of it.
He felt surprised, then, to feel the body moving. This movement came with no illusion that he might've decided to initiate it; this movement was a ride the goddess was taking him on. He'd call it a smooth and gentle ride, at least, as she brought the body to standing quite gracefully, but damn if all the nerves in those burns didn't continue screaming. Gods, his body was going to be a fucking mess by the end of this.
Then, he felt his fingertips graze over his collarbone, and he remembered the moment at the goddess' summoning when he'd started that motion. She continued echoing it, drawing his fingers down his torso and tracing along the edge of one of the burns. The body winced slightly, and Evan would have groaned, but the goddess drowned that out with a low, reverberating moan, which the captain could feel both physically and all throughout his mind. He sank his attention into that sound, that sensation, feeling in it the first glorious hint of the goddess finally truly sharing something of her experience with him. He wanted more of that, ravenously, and almost couldn't help mentally humming in tune with that moan as he waited eagerly to see what she did with his body next.
It wasn't just that, though.. he couldn't help thinking of the other day when he'd touched himself while imagining those purple eyes watching him. His cock swelled excitedly at the memory, and he'd never felt so fucking self-conscious about a thing like that. It had been bad enough when the cock ring kept shocking him, terrifying him that Mizu and Blake and Elaine would see the movement it elicited; but here there was no what if, and on top of that, he felt fairly confident that the goddess could feel it, every bit as much as he did. The captain mentally squirmed in the discomfort of such personal sensations now being shared... and in the elation of it.
He felt surprised, then, to feel the body moving. This movement came with no illusion that he might've decided to initiate it; this movement was a ride the goddess was taking him on. He'd call it a smooth and gentle ride, at least, as she brought the body to standing quite gracefully, but damn if all the nerves in those burns didn't continue screaming. Gods, his body was going to be a fucking mess by the end of this.
Then, he felt his fingertips graze over his collarbone, and he remembered the moment at the goddess' summoning when he'd started that motion. She continued echoing it, drawing his fingers down his torso and tracing along the edge of one of the burns. The body winced slightly, and Evan would have groaned, but the goddess drowned that out with a low, reverberating moan, which the captain could feel both physically and all throughout his mind. He sank his attention into that sound, that sensation, feeling in it the first glorious hint of the goddess finally truly sharing something of her experience with him. He wanted more of that, ravenously, and almost couldn't help mentally humming in tune with that moan as he waited eagerly to see what she did with his body next.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun was so completely intoxicated by the amplified sensation she felt inside Evan's body. The way he was sinking into the smallest amount of her that she gave him, the way he so eagerly anticipated her next move, the way he mirrored... Oh, no.
Worry crossed the goddess' mind, and if Evan was paying attention, he would have felt it, but at the same time... this felt so fucking good, and she didn't want to stop. Feeling the way they now shared the same cock, the feel of it swelling and rushing with blood at her very presence inside him made her ache for more of his body, their body, especially now that his physical agency was so completely in the palm of her hand.
That triggered again the memory of telling Philip to... No. This was entirely different. Evan genuinely had asked...
As much as I'd love to do this all day, we can't exactly stay like this long, the goddess finally admitted in Evan's mind. Her voice was a thrilling, illuminating purr. Are you planning to discuss my presence with the commander in the nude? As if Evan didn't need help imagining that, the goddess pictured it vividly for Evan, adding some flavor by tossing in the image of Mizu in her tent the moment Evan returned from their previous night together and at the very least the sensation of the dream he had been withholding from her. It was a quick but exceptionally potent series of bright and brilliant images that somehow gave the impression that the goddess was deeply amused with herself, sinking deeply into whatever shame and excitement this elicited in Evan.
Worry crossed the goddess' mind, and if Evan was paying attention, he would have felt it, but at the same time... this felt so fucking good, and she didn't want to stop. Feeling the way they now shared the same cock, the feel of it swelling and rushing with blood at her very presence inside him made her ache for more of his body, their body, especially now that his physical agency was so completely in the palm of her hand.
That triggered again the memory of telling Philip to... No. This was entirely different. Evan genuinely had asked...
As much as I'd love to do this all day, we can't exactly stay like this long, the goddess finally admitted in Evan's mind. Her voice was a thrilling, illuminating purr. Are you planning to discuss my presence with the commander in the nude? As if Evan didn't need help imagining that, the goddess pictured it vividly for Evan, adding some flavor by tossing in the image of Mizu in her tent the moment Evan returned from their previous night together and at the very least the sensation of the dream he had been withholding from her. It was a quick but exceptionally potent series of bright and brilliant images that somehow gave the impression that the goddess was deeply amused with herself, sinking deeply into whatever shame and excitement this elicited in Evan.
Re: Part 1
Evan didn't know what to make of finding worry as he felt into the goddess' experience. What was she even worried about? She was pretty fucking clearly in control of the situation, and it seemed to be going well for both of them. Luckily, he felt that, too; now that he'd finally found the place to look--or, the way to look?--for the goddess' feelings, he also found her pleasure at feeling his body, at controlling his body... gods why did that excite him so fucking much?
He thought he caught a glimpse of her thinking about what had gone down with Philip, and he felt a flurry of various emotions start to rise within him in response, but everything was quickly overshadowed by the sudden rush of elation and relief and gratitude that hit him when actual thoughts came from the goddess to settle into Evan's mind.
He was taken off guard by the contents, though, and his consciousness felt completely unable to not tumble into the images that followed. Being naked in front of Mizu, and feeling both ashamed and excited, even not knowing whether she was mortified or aroused--or both. Mizu not fully dressed, caught in a rare moment of fluster. Mizu's clothing all askew and torn open, beneath Evan and letting her fear and embarrassment show in her eyes, while Evan let his darkest self show her just what all her humiliations of him had felt like. While experiencing that last image, Evan instinctively did exactly the same thing he had done in the dream it was pulled from: he hastily, frantically flicked 'Mizu' out of the picture and replaced her with Blake, just in time to shove his dick down the bitch of a captain's throat.
He finally tumbled out of those thoughts and back into his body--his confused, aroused, sore, tired, yearning body.
And he was supposed to put on a godsdamned pair of pants?
With a groan--fully realized through the body assuming the goddess didn't override it--the captain very briefly mentally searched for whether it seemed like the goddess just wanted to see him try to move the body and fail to. Although, much as he didn't want to give her the satisfaction, he also couldn't fucking resist the dare, regardless of whether he even found it in her thoughts.
The captain begrudgingly aimed to move the body over to where his pants and boots had been discarded in a tangle on the floor. He wasn't too pleased about how he imagined wearing pants over those burns was gonna go, but he didn't really see another godsdamned option. He'd go to the infirmary once this whole circus was done for the night.
He thought he caught a glimpse of her thinking about what had gone down with Philip, and he felt a flurry of various emotions start to rise within him in response, but everything was quickly overshadowed by the sudden rush of elation and relief and gratitude that hit him when actual thoughts came from the goddess to settle into Evan's mind.
He was taken off guard by the contents, though, and his consciousness felt completely unable to not tumble into the images that followed. Being naked in front of Mizu, and feeling both ashamed and excited, even not knowing whether she was mortified or aroused--or both. Mizu not fully dressed, caught in a rare moment of fluster. Mizu's clothing all askew and torn open, beneath Evan and letting her fear and embarrassment show in her eyes, while Evan let his darkest self show her just what all her humiliations of him had felt like. While experiencing that last image, Evan instinctively did exactly the same thing he had done in the dream it was pulled from: he hastily, frantically flicked 'Mizu' out of the picture and replaced her with Blake, just in time to shove his dick down the bitch of a captain's throat.
He finally tumbled out of those thoughts and back into his body--his confused, aroused, sore, tired, yearning body.
And he was supposed to put on a godsdamned pair of pants?
With a groan--fully realized through the body assuming the goddess didn't override it--the captain very briefly mentally searched for whether it seemed like the goddess just wanted to see him try to move the body and fail to. Although, much as he didn't want to give her the satisfaction, he also couldn't fucking resist the dare, regardless of whether he even found it in her thoughts.
The captain begrudgingly aimed to move the body over to where his pants and boots had been discarded in a tangle on the floor. He wasn't too pleased about how he imagined wearing pants over those burns was gonna go, but he didn't really see another godsdamned option. He'd go to the infirmary once this whole circus was done for the night.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun paid close attention to Evan's reactions to the images she sent, amused and elated that Evan was as in awe of hearing her thoughts as she was at being in his body. She didn't expect that the dream he had been withholding would unfurl so readily, and she watched the scene play out fully in Evan's mind, which set off a reaction she couldn't help but let Evan feel, one full of both the pleasure she got from his pleasure as well as her own satisfaction at having a piece of his shame, though the sensation was tinged with discomfort Dehaljadrun could not quite place.
I gave you a taste of your own medicine today then, I see, the goddess said bitingly in Evan's mind to keep her thoughts from spinning on it all, making no effort to stop Evan from putting his clothes back on. She was going to thoroughly enjoy the sensation of Evan putting his pants over the burns, though some part of her ached to soothe them. The goddess shoved that last thought down before Evan could see much of it, though it sent a wave of pleasure through Evan's body at the mere thought, reminding them both of the river still very much pulling at each of them. Fuck, the goddess thought out of Evan's reach, how easy it would be to fall back into that.
Without hardly being able to help herself, she lit up the nerves of Evan's cock, sensation rushing over the tip of it first as though someone were putting a moderate pressure on it from the inside before stroking slowly up and down in the same place. This started another cascade pouring from one area of Evan's body to the next, the muscles and nerves around his anus flooding with sensation before beginning to move up through his hips, giving them a heavy eagerness that both the goddess and Evan surely felt.
I gave you a taste of your own medicine today then, I see, the goddess said bitingly in Evan's mind to keep her thoughts from spinning on it all, making no effort to stop Evan from putting his clothes back on. She was going to thoroughly enjoy the sensation of Evan putting his pants over the burns, though some part of her ached to soothe them. The goddess shoved that last thought down before Evan could see much of it, though it sent a wave of pleasure through Evan's body at the mere thought, reminding them both of the river still very much pulling at each of them. Fuck, the goddess thought out of Evan's reach, how easy it would be to fall back into that.
Without hardly being able to help herself, she lit up the nerves of Evan's cock, sensation rushing over the tip of it first as though someone were putting a moderate pressure on it from the inside before stroking slowly up and down in the same place. This started another cascade pouring from one area of Evan's body to the next, the muscles and nerves around his anus flooding with sensation before beginning to move up through his hips, giving them a heavy eagerness that both the goddess and Evan surely felt.
Re: Part 1
Evan's cheeks burned with frustration and embarrassment as the goddess' remark pulled up memories of her cock down his throat, especially in the context of the dream he'd just relived. Fuck, he couldn't deny there had been a part of him that had felt like he deserved it, and now with that dream so fucking close at hand, he felt that sensation viscerally, weighing on his thoughts and settling as a heavy, uncomfortable orb in his stomach.
Shut up, he snapped back half-assedly to the goddess in his mind, his energy clearly sapped by the shame he felt but his determination and spite carrying through his motions to go untangle his pants from his boots. He was surprised and a little confused by the sudden wave of pleasure he felt in the body, and then strangely excited by the idea that it had come from some thought of the goddess' that he hadn't caught. He still felt very uneasy about how much he didn't understand about how this state of being worked, but he did enjoy the ravenous curiosity that tugged at him throughout the experience. He wanted to know more about what the goddess was thinking and feeling, and he was excited to learn more about how this state of being worked.
Suddenly the captain's attention was pulled back into his body, straight into the sensitive head of his cock, and he instinctively grasped with one hand at the table beside him just to keep himself standing up amidst the surprise and intensity of the sensation, a deeply pleasurable moan escaping his lips. Gods, it was tempting as fuck to just melt beneath that sensation, to stay here and bask in the goddess seemingly stroking him from the inside. It took every drop of determination he had left to force his body to move again, stubbornly standing straight again and then stepping into and pulling up his underwear and his pants. He did it all in one swift, unhesitating motion, knowing full well that he'd groan loudly in pain once the clothing got up to the burns.
"Fucking hell--" he exclaimed through gritted teeth while his fingers painstakingly did up the buttons of his pants. His eyes cast around briefly looking for his shirt, but it was nowhere to be found. Ugh. The goddess had probably taken it off him outside, and walking back out there to get it felt clunky. So did going to see Mizu fucking shirtless, though--and with visible marks and godsdamned burns no less. But, then again, maybe that'd all further convince her that he wasn't fucking making this shit up.
Ughhhhhhhh.
Well, either way, he wanted to put his boots back on, so he grunted in frustration and fluster as he lowered his body to the floor to slip into and start lacing up his boots. He was just aiming for a quick functional tie that'd do him well enough, in no small part because he was having to work through the pain of the burns and the distracting, twitching pleasure of whatever the fuck the goddess was doing to his ass in the meantime.
Shut up, he snapped back half-assedly to the goddess in his mind, his energy clearly sapped by the shame he felt but his determination and spite carrying through his motions to go untangle his pants from his boots. He was surprised and a little confused by the sudden wave of pleasure he felt in the body, and then strangely excited by the idea that it had come from some thought of the goddess' that he hadn't caught. He still felt very uneasy about how much he didn't understand about how this state of being worked, but he did enjoy the ravenous curiosity that tugged at him throughout the experience. He wanted to know more about what the goddess was thinking and feeling, and he was excited to learn more about how this state of being worked.
Suddenly the captain's attention was pulled back into his body, straight into the sensitive head of his cock, and he instinctively grasped with one hand at the table beside him just to keep himself standing up amidst the surprise and intensity of the sensation, a deeply pleasurable moan escaping his lips. Gods, it was tempting as fuck to just melt beneath that sensation, to stay here and bask in the goddess seemingly stroking him from the inside. It took every drop of determination he had left to force his body to move again, stubbornly standing straight again and then stepping into and pulling up his underwear and his pants. He did it all in one swift, unhesitating motion, knowing full well that he'd groan loudly in pain once the clothing got up to the burns.
"Fucking hell--" he exclaimed through gritted teeth while his fingers painstakingly did up the buttons of his pants. His eyes cast around briefly looking for his shirt, but it was nowhere to be found. Ugh. The goddess had probably taken it off him outside, and walking back out there to get it felt clunky. So did going to see Mizu fucking shirtless, though--and with visible marks and godsdamned burns no less. But, then again, maybe that'd all further convince her that he wasn't fucking making this shit up.
Ughhhhhhhh.
Well, either way, he wanted to put his boots back on, so he grunted in frustration and fluster as he lowered his body to the floor to slip into and start lacing up his boots. He was just aiming for a quick functional tie that'd do him well enough, in no small part because he was having to work through the pain of the burns and the distracting, twitching pleasure of whatever the fuck the goddess was doing to his ass in the meantime.
Re: Part 1
For the first time since they had merged, the goddess wished she could be outside of him if only because his shut up remark made her want to bite him, to sink her teeth into his skin from the outside, to press her own eager cock against him... More pleasure seeped into Evan's body, quickly moving up past Evan's hips and up further on his torso, every nerve below that place alight and begging and on fire in the most pleasurable way possible, which only made the burns that were now rubbing against Evan's pants only ache and tingle more. The goddess groaned with Evan's groan, only in his mind this time, but the effect was immense nonetheless. She was beginning to lose control of the body, and if Evan couldn't keep his own position, she wasn't going to be able to either. Gods damnit, she wanted him. It was never enough--inside him, outside him--the well of her own desire suddenly felt deep enough to devour the entire river and still not feel satisfied.
As she was losing control, more and more of her thoughts were plain to Evan, her desire and pleasure absolutely laid bare for him to see. The goddess ached in places he did not have--the sensation bleeding profusely between them, and she ached in all the places he did have. Unconsciously, the goddess took agency of Evan's arm--fuck all what he was doing with his boots--and used it to leave angry red fingernail lines down his chest, narrowly avoiding his nipple and the burns. Afterward, she made his hand reach down past the burns, down toward his cock, and began stroking it from the outside of his pants with his own hand while stroking it on the inside with her mind, the river of sensation continuing to pour into the body they shared.
Did she want to stop? Could she stop? Her conscious mind was a blur, ravenous and insatiable within Evan.
As she was losing control, more and more of her thoughts were plain to Evan, her desire and pleasure absolutely laid bare for him to see. The goddess ached in places he did not have--the sensation bleeding profusely between them, and she ached in all the places he did have. Unconsciously, the goddess took agency of Evan's arm--fuck all what he was doing with his boots--and used it to leave angry red fingernail lines down his chest, narrowly avoiding his nipple and the burns. Afterward, she made his hand reach down past the burns, down toward his cock, and began stroking it from the outside of his pants with his own hand while stroking it on the inside with her mind, the river of sensation continuing to pour into the body they shared.
Did she want to stop? Could she stop? Her conscious mind was a blur, ravenous and insatiable within Evan.
Re: Part 1
Gods Evan couldn't decide whether he loved or hated the rising sensations of arousal and yearning and pleasure and fire the goddess was stoking in his body. He certainly did like how potently he could feel her desire--to do this to him, to experience this with him. He felt her ache, dancing and intertwining with his own, and he started to get so mentally lost in it that his fingers stopped moving even though he was almost done tying his second boot.
He quite fucking nearly forgot to breathe, even, but gasped when he felt nails digging into his skin--his nails, at the behest of the goddess--and then groaned languorously as the nails dragged themselves over his chest. Finally, whatever part of his consciousness was still holding dearly to keeping the necessary muscles engaged to remain sitting up slipped on its focus, and the captain fell unceremoniously onto his back just as the goddess brought his hand over his cock. His hips instinctively bucked off the ground to meet the pressure, ecstatic to seek that pleasure and compound it with the way the goddess still stroked him from the inside.
Internally, Evan panicked. He had absolutely no fucking control over the body anymore, or at least he couldn't find it. Or maybe he didn't want to. Everything felt so fucking good, any notion he had to try to pull his hand away or sit back up in spite of the goddess' distractions honestly felt, on some level, absurd. Why not just sink into this flow and experience the absolute fucking rapture that seemed so close at hand?
I promised I won't fall under.
The thought rang out loud and clear and full of resolve and determination and more than a little bitterness. It wasn't enough to snap back control of the body, but it was enough to keep him from dipping completely into the river that lapped at his mind. Much as it fostered an agonizing ache with nowhere to reside but his own consciousness, or perhaps the goddess', Evan tried to pull himself above all the sensations in his body, and at least make sure the damn thing was still breathing while it frantically chased release. Once he had a handle on that, then he'd try some little shit like opening the eyes, and slowly work his way up to fighting the goddess for control of his hand back so he could finish with that godsdamned boot.
He quite fucking nearly forgot to breathe, even, but gasped when he felt nails digging into his skin--his nails, at the behest of the goddess--and then groaned languorously as the nails dragged themselves over his chest. Finally, whatever part of his consciousness was still holding dearly to keeping the necessary muscles engaged to remain sitting up slipped on its focus, and the captain fell unceremoniously onto his back just as the goddess brought his hand over his cock. His hips instinctively bucked off the ground to meet the pressure, ecstatic to seek that pleasure and compound it with the way the goddess still stroked him from the inside.
Internally, Evan panicked. He had absolutely no fucking control over the body anymore, or at least he couldn't find it. Or maybe he didn't want to. Everything felt so fucking good, any notion he had to try to pull his hand away or sit back up in spite of the goddess' distractions honestly felt, on some level, absurd. Why not just sink into this flow and experience the absolute fucking rapture that seemed so close at hand?
I promised I won't fall under.
The thought rang out loud and clear and full of resolve and determination and more than a little bitterness. It wasn't enough to snap back control of the body, but it was enough to keep him from dipping completely into the river that lapped at his mind. Much as it fostered an agonizing ache with nowhere to reside but his own consciousness, or perhaps the goddess', Evan tried to pull himself above all the sensations in his body, and at least make sure the damn thing was still breathing while it frantically chased release. Once he had a handle on that, then he'd try some little shit like opening the eyes, and slowly work his way up to fighting the goddess for control of his hand back so he could finish with that godsdamned boot.
Re: Part 1
The goddess hummed and vibrated within Evan, the momentary lack of oxygen in the body they shared deepening the sensations and making her consciousness expand. She kept rubbing at the front of Evan's pants, about ready to reach down into them and feel his own cock against his hand--under her control, but a thought rang out loudly in Evan's mind.
I promised I won't fall under.
His thought broke through the spell of her own desire and pleasure, at least for a moment, especially as Evan managed to inhale again. The river, though not subsiding by any means, at least stopped flooding the body, though the floodgates felt ready to burst again at any moment. Dehaljadrun felt Evan pushing up against her consciousness, gaining minute control of his body as his eyes opened again, and she saw that the shadow beings still watched them. The goddess inwardly smirked, imagining what all that looked like from their perspective.
The information streaming in from Evan's vision again was enough to shake the goddess toward fully conscious thought and even return to hiding most of her thoughts from Evan. They were going to see Evan's commander. Gods, had she really agreed to that? She meant to make a show of force, which she certainly had, but were they really going now? If Evan fighting to lace up his boots was any indication, then yes. He meant business. He really thought he could last through an entire conversation with the goddess in his body.
Disbelief clouded the goddess mind, and she knew that Evan would at least feel that much of her thought process.
So, what, they would use the talisman the crone had given Evan and she would just... ride there in his body? Would the bindings allow that? The talisman certainly didn't allow her to go on her own; she had tried that before, well... She used Evan's head to glance at one of the shadow beings briefly before returning that to Evan's control.
And what would happen if she lost the ability to hang onto Evan's body in the human realm? Would she be free? Would she be trapped there instead? Dehaljadrun shivered--with the help of Evan's body--at the thought of being locked out of here. That was almost as bad as being locked in.
But... even if that were the case... she could still kill the king. Would it be worth it? Could she and Evan enter the underworld from the human realm?
The thought of ending her long imprisonment glinted behind their eyes and looked more like hope than the goddess would have liked.
Get your shirt and let's go before I change my mind, the goddess told Evan, bitter resolve plain in her thought's tone. Although, I need to you retrieve something for me first. If I try to take too much control over your body, I'll... She didn't feel the need to finish the thought.
I promised I won't fall under.
His thought broke through the spell of her own desire and pleasure, at least for a moment, especially as Evan managed to inhale again. The river, though not subsiding by any means, at least stopped flooding the body, though the floodgates felt ready to burst again at any moment. Dehaljadrun felt Evan pushing up against her consciousness, gaining minute control of his body as his eyes opened again, and she saw that the shadow beings still watched them. The goddess inwardly smirked, imagining what all that looked like from their perspective.
The information streaming in from Evan's vision again was enough to shake the goddess toward fully conscious thought and even return to hiding most of her thoughts from Evan. They were going to see Evan's commander. Gods, had she really agreed to that? She meant to make a show of force, which she certainly had, but were they really going now? If Evan fighting to lace up his boots was any indication, then yes. He meant business. He really thought he could last through an entire conversation with the goddess in his body.
Disbelief clouded the goddess mind, and she knew that Evan would at least feel that much of her thought process.
So, what, they would use the talisman the crone had given Evan and she would just... ride there in his body? Would the bindings allow that? The talisman certainly didn't allow her to go on her own; she had tried that before, well... She used Evan's head to glance at one of the shadow beings briefly before returning that to Evan's control.
And what would happen if she lost the ability to hang onto Evan's body in the human realm? Would she be free? Would she be trapped there instead? Dehaljadrun shivered--with the help of Evan's body--at the thought of being locked out of here. That was almost as bad as being locked in.
But... even if that were the case... she could still kill the king. Would it be worth it? Could she and Evan enter the underworld from the human realm?
The thought of ending her long imprisonment glinted behind their eyes and looked more like hope than the goddess would have liked.
Get your shirt and let's go before I change my mind, the goddess told Evan, bitter resolve plain in her thought's tone. Although, I need to you retrieve something for me first. If I try to take too much control over your body, I'll... She didn't feel the need to finish the thought.