All right then. Evan swallowed as the goddess knelt beside him, his eyes watching her movements intently. He was taking in all the data he could, trying to form some expectations about her, or at least guesses about what she might do next. He was keenly aware that he was in her realm now, without the structures of the priestess' ritual to limit what she might do - and that despite some superficial similarities, this wasn't just one of his fantasies; there was an actual other autonomous entity here, with the capacity to make all sorts of decisions that Evan had no control over. That thought both elated and terrified him.
Clearly, she wasn't uninterested in causing him pain, and she wanted him at least partially restricted, given the anklet. The finger was... normal? Evan tilted his head slightly, granting her easy access as she moved it down his cheek and his throat. It certainly didn't feel unpleasant, even when it started to dig into his hip. Oh, if anything, he seemed to like that, if the slight shift of his hips towards it was anything to go off of.
Deciding to be just a little bit bold, Evan carefully rolled his weight onto the arm closer to the goddess, freeing up his other arm to reach over him, and his own finger to reach out to touch her cheek, his eyes carefully studying her expression to gage how she seemed to feel about this gesture. If she allowed it, he'd drag his own finger down her in a similar pattern, all the while soaking in her response.
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When the captain shifted his hips into her nail, Dehaljadrun allowed herself a small tremble. It was so deliciously unexpected that he was leaning into all this without her intervention at all. Mmmmm. She raised an eyebrow when he raised his own hand, though. She let him get as far as actually touching her cheek before she grabbed his wrist with her free hand and pinned him back to the ground, hoping he would struggle enough to send another shock through his leg. This maneuver made it so Dehaljadrun had one arm on either side of his body, her dark hair spilling down her shoulders with a slight fragrance of lemon and light rain. She was breathing a little heavily even though the effort did not exert her. She then put another electric binding over the wrist she held, and after she cocked her head briefly, thinking about it, Dehaljadrun also put one around her own wrist but did not secure it to anything.
"You're so eager," she said, pulling on his arm to send a shock through him, "And you still haven't even said my name." If Evan was watching closely, he would have noticed that the electric bracelet Dehaljadrun put on herself also shocked her, though she did not want that to be immediately apparent and so significantly limited her reaction to the sensation it sent through her own body.
"You're so eager," she said, pulling on his arm to send a shock through him, "And you still haven't even said my name." If Evan was watching closely, he would have noticed that the electric bracelet Dehaljadrun put on herself also shocked her, though she did not want that to be immediately apparent and so significantly limited her reaction to the sensation it sent through her own body.
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Evan did give some resistance against his wrist being pinned down, partly just to test how much force the goddess would exert in return. Enough to overpower the resistance he gave, which... honestly, he broke a small smile about. Whatever he might end up regretting about this, he had to admit he was excited to be overpowered, as it wasn't exactly an experience he had all that much access to.
Aside from providing resistance as the goddess pinned his wrist, he kept fairly relaxed, and was at least a little bit pleased with the goddess' positioning over him. Although, as the scent of her hair settled into his mind, something tugged at his expression-- a memory, with emotions like panic and shame, set against the backdrop of a thunderstorm; one the goddess had almost certainly gotten a whiff of during the negotiation as well. Evan quickly shoved it away with renewed focus on the situation at hand, which luckily was helped along by the added bracelet to his wrist, although he didn't look particularly happy about that. The leg was one thing, but losing a hand removed several of his favorite ways to interact with sexual partners, especially since his other hand was occupied with gripping the priestess' talisman. But then the goddess put a band on her own wrist as well, eliciting a curious raised eyebrow from the captain. Just what...?
He didn't have much time to ponder what she was up to before she tugged on his arm, and this time the captain did let out a brief sound of pain and surprise, partly because his arm was a bit more sensitive to pain, and partly because he'd been distracted from bracing for it by the curiosity sparked in the goddess' band. To wit, Evan could've sworn he caught the goddess' arm flinching as well, but had he imagined it? If he hadn't... holy fuck that was hot.
The captain breathed heavily for a moment once the pain subsided, his eyes drawing themselves up over the goddess' arm and then finally back to her face. Just how far did he want to take this particular game of refusing to speak her name? He didn't want to be sincerely accused of failing to uphold an agreement, but goddamn it was tempting to keep dragging it out. Decisions decisions...
"De..." he started the way the priestess had, and allowed his expression to melt until all that was present was lust. He didn't start speaking again when the priestess would have, though, and he simply let his lips hang slightly parted, while his hips shifted subtly back and forth beneath the goddess, and his eyes longingly watched her expression. Then, he tensed his own arm to tug against his restraint, breathing softly through the pain it caused him while he greedily watched how the goddess reacted.
Aside from providing resistance as the goddess pinned his wrist, he kept fairly relaxed, and was at least a little bit pleased with the goddess' positioning over him. Although, as the scent of her hair settled into his mind, something tugged at his expression-- a memory, with emotions like panic and shame, set against the backdrop of a thunderstorm; one the goddess had almost certainly gotten a whiff of during the negotiation as well. Evan quickly shoved it away with renewed focus on the situation at hand, which luckily was helped along by the added bracelet to his wrist, although he didn't look particularly happy about that. The leg was one thing, but losing a hand removed several of his favorite ways to interact with sexual partners, especially since his other hand was occupied with gripping the priestess' talisman. But then the goddess put a band on her own wrist as well, eliciting a curious raised eyebrow from the captain. Just what...?
He didn't have much time to ponder what she was up to before she tugged on his arm, and this time the captain did let out a brief sound of pain and surprise, partly because his arm was a bit more sensitive to pain, and partly because he'd been distracted from bracing for it by the curiosity sparked in the goddess' band. To wit, Evan could've sworn he caught the goddess' arm flinching as well, but had he imagined it? If he hadn't... holy fuck that was hot.
The captain breathed heavily for a moment once the pain subsided, his eyes drawing themselves up over the goddess' arm and then finally back to her face. Just how far did he want to take this particular game of refusing to speak her name? He didn't want to be sincerely accused of failing to uphold an agreement, but goddamn it was tempting to keep dragging it out. Decisions decisions...
"De..." he started the way the priestess had, and allowed his expression to melt until all that was present was lust. He didn't start speaking again when the priestess would have, though, and he simply let his lips hang slightly parted, while his hips shifted subtly back and forth beneath the goddess, and his eyes longingly watched her expression. Then, he tensed his own arm to tug against his restraint, breathing softly through the pain it caused him while he greedily watched how the goddess reacted.
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Upon hearing the first syllable of her name, the goddess loosened her grip a little, her body sinking deeply into the pleasure of the sound coming from his lips. She looked at his face just in time to see all the desire there, which swirled with her own again. And then she allowed herself to sink into the pleasure in his mind, and she almost completely lost control. As his hips brushed against hers that were still to the side of him, Dehaljadrun let out a small sound, a breathy gasp of desire. She could feel how much he was enjoying... why did he stop? Then she felt the jolt in her arm and did not have time to suppress her reaction. It was obvious this time, significantly multiplying the desire within her as it caught fire within her body and spread all over her. When she came back to awareness of anything but that feeling, Dehaljadrun admitted to herself that she was impressed. But, she wasn't about to let him get away with denying her.
The goddess bit the side of his cheek where it met his jaw, sinking her teeth in until the captain reacted, and then pulled away from him completely for a moment. She stood and watched him, appreciating how helpless he was. She walked over to his feet and knelt, positioning herself so that Evan knew her legs were splayed, though he could not see them. She started untying the laces of the boot on the foot that was restrained, doing so with agonizing slowness, as if she wanted him to feel every movement of the thin rope as it slid across itself and the clasps on his boot.
"You know, it's going to be a long night for you if you're going to go on like this," Dehaljadrun said with a velvet smoothness.
The goddess bit the side of his cheek where it met his jaw, sinking her teeth in until the captain reacted, and then pulled away from him completely for a moment. She stood and watched him, appreciating how helpless he was. She walked over to his feet and knelt, positioning herself so that Evan knew her legs were splayed, though he could not see them. She started untying the laces of the boot on the foot that was restrained, doing so with agonizing slowness, as if she wanted him to feel every movement of the thin rope as it slid across itself and the clasps on his boot.
"You know, it's going to be a long night for you if you're going to go on like this," Dehaljadrun said with a velvet smoothness.
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Mmmm, Evan moaned pleasantly as he watched the goddess' response, delighted both that he'd been correct about her bracelet and that she had elected to put it on herself in the first place. Ahh, fuuuuck, that was delectable. And, gods, were his pants getting tight.
His head was still swimming in the pleasure of that moment when teeth clamped down on his cheek, and the captain fairly readily let out another moan, his head turning to provide her more access without even thinking about it. But then the teeth retreated, along with the rest of her, and Evan took a few deep breaths to recollect himself before sending his gaze up in search of where she'd gone. He found her standing over him, and he had a feeling he knew precisely the way in which she was appreciating him, which drew some frustration back into his expression.
His eyes followed her as she moved over to his feet, some confusion admittedly settling into his expression as well. It was a bit more awkward than he'd like to try to sit up with his one free arm without tugging at his restraints, so he didn't bother, and instead just allowed himself to lay back, and for his gaze to drift up to the sky above them. He could safely say this was the most sensually anyone had ever untied his shoe, which he supposed he didn't feel the need to complain about. When the goddess spoke, Evan let himself break a mischievous grin.
"Oh no."
His head was still swimming in the pleasure of that moment when teeth clamped down on his cheek, and the captain fairly readily let out another moan, his head turning to provide her more access without even thinking about it. But then the teeth retreated, along with the rest of her, and Evan took a few deep breaths to recollect himself before sending his gaze up in search of where she'd gone. He found her standing over him, and he had a feeling he knew precisely the way in which she was appreciating him, which drew some frustration back into his expression.
His eyes followed her as she moved over to his feet, some confusion admittedly settling into his expression as well. It was a bit more awkward than he'd like to try to sit up with his one free arm without tugging at his restraints, so he didn't bother, and instead just allowed himself to lay back, and for his gaze to drift up to the sky above them. He could safely say this was the most sensually anyone had ever untied his shoe, which he supposed he didn't feel the need to complain about. When the goddess spoke, Evan let himself break a mischievous grin.
"Oh no."
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In response to his comment, Dehaljadrun tangled her fingers in his laces and abruptly pulled up hard on them, making it so the band around his ankle shocked him. This she did not feel, but it gratified her deeply. He was making such lovely sounds, but he was still refusing to say her name. As she finally slid his shoe off, centimeter by agonizing centimeter, she also used her right hand to graze the inside of his other leg, trailing up from his ankle, on the inner side of his calf, to the side of his knee, and up to his inner thigh before pressing deeply with her thumb into the place where his inner thigh met his pelvis. As she moved in both directions, pulling the boot off and trailing all the way up his leg, she drank in all his pleasure, hungry with a lip-parted smile of immense satisfaction.
"You know, you were a brat that whole negotiation; I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything different here." She purred the words, having escaped her mouth in such a low, quiet way, the phrase dripping with betrayal of how much she enjoyed his behavior. "I don't run into many men who resist me."
"You know, you were a brat that whole negotiation; I suppose I shouldn't have expected anything different here." She purred the words, having escaped her mouth in such a low, quiet way, the phrase dripping with betrayal of how much she enjoyed his behavior. "I don't run into many men who resist me."
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Evan's grin flinched into a scowl as yet another shock ran through him, this one eliciting a soft groan through gritted teeth as he arched his back slightly, trying to ride through the wave of it. It was getting just a little bit harder, each time, and a pang of fear settled in his stomach as he wondered how long he could hold out, as he didn't particularly figure this'd stop even when he did finally say her name. He wasn't in danger just yet, but the heaviness of his breathing once the pain subsided hinted that something was certainly being chipped away.
Transitioning from the pain of electricity running through his body to the soft, sensual touches of his boot sliding off and the goddess' hand trailing up his leg was pretty intense, and sent a bit of a shiver up his spine, though he tensed the muscles he needed to to keep the sensation from visibly rippling through. He was starting to run a bit low on self-control when the goddess' thumb dug in, though, and he couldn't quite stop a soft moan from escaping his lips, nor his hips from pushing subtly into that pressure, nor a shade of blush from starting to creep back onto his face. Ah, fuck.
And then she went and called him a brat. Heh. He managed to turn up a bit of a grin again, though it was, alas, visibly more flustered than the grin just before. Fuck, was he letting himself tumble down too quickly?
"I don't run into many women who restrain me," he forced a little more cockiness back into his grin, and rocked his hips a little more purposefully. If he was going to show signs of being turned on, he may as well make sure he was putting on a good show about it.
Transitioning from the pain of electricity running through his body to the soft, sensual touches of his boot sliding off and the goddess' hand trailing up his leg was pretty intense, and sent a bit of a shiver up his spine, though he tensed the muscles he needed to to keep the sensation from visibly rippling through. He was starting to run a bit low on self-control when the goddess' thumb dug in, though, and he couldn't quite stop a soft moan from escaping his lips, nor his hips from pushing subtly into that pressure, nor a shade of blush from starting to creep back onto his face. Ah, fuck.
And then she went and called him a brat. Heh. He managed to turn up a bit of a grin again, though it was, alas, visibly more flustered than the grin just before. Fuck, was he letting himself tumble down too quickly?
"I don't run into many women who restrain me," he forced a little more cockiness back into his grin, and rocked his hips a little more purposefully. If he was going to show signs of being turned on, he may as well make sure he was putting on a good show about it.
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Dehaljadrun felt the shiver that Evan held back as her own, and it felt sooooooo good. As much as she enjoyed making him give in, she practically prayed he would not. Although, when that grin came back, she had half a mind to slap it off his face. At least he couldn't hide the blush.
His hip movements caught her attention, and she could not help but remember his hands dragging across himself from the other side of the circle. Before the night was out, she would make him do that again, the goddess decided.
"Oh, sorry, is this better?" When Evan blinked, the goddess stood and suddenly transformed into Xavier, his dark, shaggy hair tossled just so, almost as if he had just fallen from something or had a really good night. She made an impeccable replica, and the only thing wrong was the eyes, which were still purple. Xavier's army uniform was ruffled, untucked, his pants unbuttoned, belt undone. The transformed goddess then gestured at Evan's other ankle, and another lightning band appeared there. Afterward, "Xavier" ran the fingertips of his right hand across his collarbone and down his stomach, reaching the bottom of his shirt and pulling it slowly over his head, tossing it six feet away before turning to Evan and giving him the wild grin one would expect of Xavier in such a situation.
He then clambered on top of Evan, sitting upright, straddling Evan over his stomach while Xavier reached down, his palm dragging down his chest, before settling into his pants. The goddess let out a deep, deep moan that didn't sound like Xavier at all and then made an intense thrusting motion upward so both lightning bands around Evan's ankles shocked him simultaneously.
"Who says I'm a woman? I'm not even human." She said breathlessly.
His hip movements caught her attention, and she could not help but remember his hands dragging across himself from the other side of the circle. Before the night was out, she would make him do that again, the goddess decided.
"Oh, sorry, is this better?" When Evan blinked, the goddess stood and suddenly transformed into Xavier, his dark, shaggy hair tossled just so, almost as if he had just fallen from something or had a really good night. She made an impeccable replica, and the only thing wrong was the eyes, which were still purple. Xavier's army uniform was ruffled, untucked, his pants unbuttoned, belt undone. The transformed goddess then gestured at Evan's other ankle, and another lightning band appeared there. Afterward, "Xavier" ran the fingertips of his right hand across his collarbone and down his stomach, reaching the bottom of his shirt and pulling it slowly over his head, tossing it six feet away before turning to Evan and giving him the wild grin one would expect of Xavier in such a situation.
He then clambered on top of Evan, sitting upright, straddling Evan over his stomach while Xavier reached down, his palm dragging down his chest, before settling into his pants. The goddess let out a deep, deep moan that didn't sound like Xavier at all and then made an intense thrusting motion upward so both lightning bands around Evan's ankles shocked him simultaneously.
"Who says I'm a woman? I'm not even human." She said breathlessly.
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Ohh, the blush that had merely been creeping in suddenly flooded in and saturated the captain's skin deeply as he set eyes upon the goddess' new form. His instinctive response was to turn his head away as though he could hide it, embarrassment and fluster the first emotions to grab hold. By this point some part of him had certainly figured that the goddess knew of his little crush, all things considered, but he hadn't been prepared for it to come into play so soon - and so forwardly. And, some insufferably concerned part of himself felt... guilty? To be lusting after someone with Xavier's image who wasn't actually him. Fuck, sorting things out with the lieutenant was going to be such a fucking shit show. But hell if that wasn't a concern for a much later time; there'd be a lot to get through before then.
For now, lust overcame those thoughts, and Evan's eyes were drawn back as the goddess ran the boy's hand over himself and began to lift his shirt. The captain breathed heavily through his parted lips, his desire painted all over his face. Ugh, this was confusing as shit, though, because he knew it wasn't Xavier, obviously - look at those fucking eyes, if nothing else! - but his brain couldn't fucking turn off his responses to the thought that it was. Nng, and then the goddess grinned just like Xavier would. Fuuuuuck, Evan wanted him so badly, but not exactly while he was restrained on the ground. He wanted to struggle against his restraints, but successfully reminded himself of the effect that would actually have, which was not really what he wanted either. Ughhh.
He grit his teeth as the goddess moved the boy's body to straddle Evan's, and the captain met her eyes with a hot mixture of fluster and irritation and frustration.
This time the electricity shooting up his legs elicited a growl, angry and losing patience. He managed to keep his eyes locked on the goddess through the pain, willing his frustration at the moment to overcome anything else in his expression. His free hand gripped tightly to the talisman at his side as the captain frantically reminded himself that it was not something to discard just to free up a limb for a little pushback, fucking tempting though it was just then. He breathed slowly and heavily when the shock was through and the goddess spoke again. Were he in a better mood, he might've simply responded with a 'touche', but bringing Xavier into this had clearly ruffled him a bit.
"Well I'm definitely not saying your name while you look like that." he finally grumbled.
For now, lust overcame those thoughts, and Evan's eyes were drawn back as the goddess ran the boy's hand over himself and began to lift his shirt. The captain breathed heavily through his parted lips, his desire painted all over his face. Ugh, this was confusing as shit, though, because he knew it wasn't Xavier, obviously - look at those fucking eyes, if nothing else! - but his brain couldn't fucking turn off his responses to the thought that it was. Nng, and then the goddess grinned just like Xavier would. Fuuuuuck, Evan wanted him so badly, but not exactly while he was restrained on the ground. He wanted to struggle against his restraints, but successfully reminded himself of the effect that would actually have, which was not really what he wanted either. Ughhh.
He grit his teeth as the goddess moved the boy's body to straddle Evan's, and the captain met her eyes with a hot mixture of fluster and irritation and frustration.
This time the electricity shooting up his legs elicited a growl, angry and losing patience. He managed to keep his eyes locked on the goddess through the pain, willing his frustration at the moment to overcome anything else in his expression. His free hand gripped tightly to the talisman at his side as the captain frantically reminded himself that it was not something to discard just to free up a limb for a little pushback, fucking tempting though it was just then. He breathed slowly and heavily when the shock was through and the goddess spoke again. Were he in a better mood, he might've simply responded with a 'touche', but bringing Xavier into this had clearly ruffled him a bit.
"Well I'm definitely not saying your name while you look like that." he finally grumbled.
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Oh, gods, his anger was even more delicious when it mixed with his guilt, confusion, and lust. Lords, Dehaljadrun could do this all day.
"Last time I checked," she said, flicking his wrist and sending a small shock through both of them, mmmmmmmmm, "you were in no position to negotiate."
Xavier smiled playfully, the grin quickly becoming catlike and toothy again as he shifted his hips to one side and then the other, slowly moving down Evan's body by tiny amounts until Xavier's butt touched the swell in Evan's pants. Xavier continued to grin wildly as his fingers reached to more fully untuck Evan's shirt and pull it up so Evan's chest was exposed. Xavier then leaned forward, crossed his arms over Evan's bare chest, and put his chin on top his arms. In that position, Xavier bounced his hips up and down half an inch while the goddess spoke.
Staring deeply into Evan's irritation, Dehaljadrun said, "But since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you choose. Either you say my name while I'm in this body and I'll release you from your restraints, or I revert to my old form, you keep the restraints on, and then say my name." At this, Xavier uncharacteristically raised an eyebrow.
"Last time I checked," she said, flicking his wrist and sending a small shock through both of them, mmmmmmmmm, "you were in no position to negotiate."
Xavier smiled playfully, the grin quickly becoming catlike and toothy again as he shifted his hips to one side and then the other, slowly moving down Evan's body by tiny amounts until Xavier's butt touched the swell in Evan's pants. Xavier continued to grin wildly as his fingers reached to more fully untuck Evan's shirt and pull it up so Evan's chest was exposed. Xavier then leaned forward, crossed his arms over Evan's bare chest, and put his chin on top his arms. In that position, Xavier bounced his hips up and down half an inch while the goddess spoke.
Staring deeply into Evan's irritation, Dehaljadrun said, "But since I'm feeling generous, I'll let you choose. Either you say my name while I'm in this body and I'll release you from your restraints, or I revert to my old form, you keep the restraints on, and then say my name." At this, Xavier uncharacteristically raised an eyebrow.