Written Wonderland

There was perhaps nothing quite so gratifying as watching Evan distractedly stop unlacing his boot. The goddess enjoyed watching his flustered expression as he puzzled over what was happening and drew up fantasies to fill in the gaps of understanding, Xavier's body so deliciously present in each of them. She caught each of them as Evan experienced them, letting his frustration about them wash over her as she continued moving Xavier's hips in delight. As the fantasy about Evan kneeling at Xavier's feet passed to Dehaljadrun's mind, however, she was suddenly awash with an emotion she didn't recognize. It filled her with a heartache and a longing she didn't appreciate or understand. Luckily, Evan's angry glare brought her back out of his fantasy, and the goddess realized she needed to Get. The. Fuck. Out. Of. This. Body.

She brought Xavier's hand down from his mouth and gritted Xavier's teeth but found herself relaxing again once Evan's boot finally came off and he stood up to pull his shirt over his head. It was so thoroughly obvious that he enjoyed the sight of his own body as he exposed more of it to her, and his pride entranced her. And really, what wasn't there to like? The goddess imagined those biceps holding her down or clasping her firmly with Evan's body behind her or even... No. Not going there. There was that strange feeling again. Fuck.

Dehaljadrun greedily lapped up the rigidness of Evan's stomach, lined with harsh shadows, and returned Xavier's finger to his mouth, biting harder and forgetting to send any sensation Evan's way, as the goddess stared with a somehow even more intense lust at Evan's messy hair. She wanted her own hands all over it, tangled deeply with it between her fingers.

She also relished in the markings on his body, wanting to trace the lines as Evan reimagined the feeling of receiving them. And then she saw it: the head of a dragon with the tail retreating into his loosely hanging pants. Had she not been so enormously aroused and intoxicated by the sight of this man's body, she might have laughed or even been disappointed. But this wasn't some random thrall; and searching his mind, it didn't appear that Evan even seemed to know the irony of it at all, not that it was common knowledge. For some reason, the shape of the dragon seemed to echo the fantasies Evan had of Dehaljadrun that were laced through with escapism, which finally allowed her mind to settle, at least momentarily, in a state of blissful satisfaction that had, oddly, little to do with lust or pride. She found herself absentmindedly stroking Xavier's chest, moving his hand from one nipple to the other with delicate fingers.

The lust came racing back with a vengeance, though, when Evan started shifting his hips as a way to remove his pants. The tail of the dragon danced in front of her, and suddenly she knew why it was she didn't have it in herself to laugh. This was in no way a tattoo in reference to her; this was Evan's dragon. Imagining that beast within him made a deep, deep ache appear within her, well past Xavier's cock, which was practically bursting from his own undone pants.

Xavier then sat up and got onto his knees just to be that much closer to Evan's subtle dance. Xavier still ran his fingers over his chest, while the other hand moved to rub the part of Xavier's underwear that protruded from where the buttons had been done up. Xavier's mouth salivated staring at that descending hemline, Evan's thumbs so delectably close to touching himself, and she desperately wanted to taste him. Dehaljadrun found it difficult to find even one cell within her that didn't lust after this man.  

The goddess reached out to touch Evan's left hip with the hand that had been touching Xavier's chest, not caring if Evan was going to stop her because either way she would feel his skin.

Evan's eyes slowly let go of their irritation as he watched the goddess respond to him, indeed looking like she was enjoying the show, which at least the captain could take gratification in. He couldn't shake all of the irritation, though, since as long as the goddess was in that body, Evan would be split between indulging in fantasies of Xavier being the person in front of him, and reminding himself that Xavier was no where near here, and the being in front of him was not someone he could let his guard down with.

Somehow that tug kept getting worse, especially when the goddess sat up on her knees, continuing to run Xavier's hand over his own chest in a way that had already been disconcerting to Evan's brain. The captain practically felt the boy's desire to taste him pulling his hips closer, though he managed to withstand it. Still, he wanted desperately to feel Xavier's lips on him, and he fucking hated the goddess using that against him. ... Unless it wasn't an act, and the goddess honestly had that desire herself? Oh, Evan liked that idea, but he was deeply skeptical - or, he supposed, just cautious. At least, until the goddess reached out to touch him.

Evan slipped his left hand's thumb out of the hem of his pants to allow him to catch's Xavier's wrist, his grip strong and firm but not painful. He held the boy's hand just far enough away to keep him from touching Evan, while his other hand also slipped away from his pants, and allowed the fabric to fall the rest of the way to the ground. The captain followed it, sinking down into a crouch while still holding his lieutenant's hand to the side away from him, and setting the tips of his right hand's fingers on the ground beside him as he leaned in towards Xavier, his eyes intense and bordering on ferocious as he once again met the goddess' gaze. He wasn't angry, though - or at least, that didn't seem like where the ferocity was coming from. It was more primal than that, and not altogether unpleasant for the captain to be experiencing.

Then, just like that, the captain released Xavier's wrist and rose back up to his feet, the toes of his right foot hooking the sock on his left and stepping down on it, so that when he raised his left foot it was bare. He repeated the process with his other foot, during which time the goddess could have touched him if she tried again.

All that was left was his underwear.

Evan kicked his pants behind him and then reached for Xavier's right hand again, whether it was currently touching him or somewhere else, and brought it to touch his left hip where the top hem of his underwear rested.

"Say my name and you can do the honors." he purred, actually a bit warmly, though his expression held enough arrogance to likely offset any idea that he was being generous.

The goddess wasn't even upset when Evan grabbed her hand and kept Xavier from touching him, especially not when he leaned down and stared at her. She wanted his whole body against hers, her actual body. She found herself pouting again with Xavier's expression when he pulled away, but thoroughly enjoyed watching his pants fall to the ground. When Evan grabbed her wrist again and pressed it to his hip, it was everything she could do to not lurch forward and grab his other hip as well, pulling him down to her. Somehow, through the haze of her intense lust, which clouded her vision, Evan's words registered in her mind, and she let out a long, slow, low moan as she thought of the prospect of taking his underwear off.

"Say mine first," she said, lingering on each word in some combination of lusty persuasion and simple difficulty in getting any words out.

"Mmmm..." Evan hummed softly, his right hand moving slowly to first brush back over Xavier's hair, and then to grab a fistful of it. It didn't have quite the same sinister intensity as the first time he had done that this evening, but the grasp was still certainly firm, and he did once again use it to force the boy's head back a little awkwardly, this time to enforce the goddess looking up at him from her kneeling position. He had to lean down a little to get his arm at just the right angle for it, but that was quite fine.

"I'm not fully undressed yet. Do you accept the deal anyway?" It certainly wouldn't do to say her name prematurely if it meant yielding ground.

His expression was certainly determined, but actually fairly pleasant. He was relishing the state the goddess seemed to be in, warmed and tickled and prideful that the she appeared so malleable right now. A part of him wanted to push his luck further in light of that, but he had his impulses reigned in enough for the moment to secure the ground he'd already gained, first. Besides, he could see some merit in allowing both of them to rest in this dynamic for at least a hot second, if the goddess would be amenable to it. Right now it certainly looked like she might be.

Xavier fingered the edges of Evan's underwear with one hand, and the goddess was thrilled to have Evan's hand in Xavier's hair again. She closed her eyes after seeing the intensity of his expression and leaned her head into and away from Evan slightly and slowly, feeling Xavier's hair pull in each direction. Some very distant part of her was frustrated at this positioning, but this body and--if she were honest--her body were so full of desire that she had pushed that part far, far away.

She stopped moving and opened her eyes to look at Evan again, pushing back her own lust to focus. "Yes," she said with a little bit of a glare and pushed her fingers a little harder into his thigh just above his underwear line. It was still a light touch, but it had purpose.

At that moment, she sent the sensations of her own lust for him into his mind. Specifically, the way the electricity moved through her body--not Xavier's--igniting every nerve with something both very light pain and intense pleasure in lightning bolt patterns through the body. She only wanted to give him a moment of it--just enough for him to feel, but not enough to overwhelm him--but Dehaljadrun felt it mix and combine with the pleasure sensations he already had, and she hoped desperately that he would unleash it all on her.

((OOC: I guess it's up to him if he recognizes that the sensations aren't his and how they affect him. Also up to him if he realizes that the goddess is genuinely sending how she feels, rather than something she's just manipulating him with, although I don't think she can send that without a few of her fantasies of him from tonight attached. If you want me to go more into that, I can. Maybe just assume that she sent a couple of the memories of this session so far from her perspective in super brief flashes.))

Mmm, fuck, the glare mixed with lust in her eyes and the simple but meaningful sound of the word 'yes' settled a delightful warmth in Evan's gut. It was a dancing mixture of victory over a foe together with satisfaction at both pleasing and being pleased, as even if she was glaring, the goddess' 'yes' spoke volumes to him. Gods, it was a sensation he utterly adored. He might've taken a moment to revel in it, but another sensation spiked through him - jolts of electricity, but not like the goddess had shocked him with before. These were only just painful enough to be thrilling, and came with such pleasure, lighting every cell in his body to ensure that nothing wasn't awake. It brought to mind how he must've looked to the goddess as he ran his hands over his body during their negotiation; how his breath must have fallen on her ears every time he recovered from a lightning band's shock; how his glare of anger and shame must have thrilled her when she first donned Xavier's body; how his teeth and tongue and lips on the boy's neck must have drawn pleasure out of her being; how the sight of Evan's torso, his muscles, his tattoos, must have filled her with desire and lust.

Fuck, Evan wanted to pounce her, to shove Xavier's body back against the ground and devour pleasure from the goddess within, knowing so instinctively right now how fucking amazingly deep that well would go.

But he had an agreement to keep, first. He hoped the goddess wouldn't mind him getting straight to the fucking point, cuz he did not have it in himself to draw this one out.

"Dehaljadrun-" he murmured heavily to her, his whole body tense as he braced against the chill he knew would accompany those syllables on his lips, and the wave of desire that would follow. Nng, just simply holding himself at bay wasn't going to do the trick for more than an instant, though. The captain released Xavier's hair and stood up tall, his hands trailing up his torso and crossing over each other. One hand trailed up to his neck, and the other settled over his chest, before both hands dug their nails in deep and dragged themselves across his skin. His eyes fell shut and his body shuddered, and a long, breathy sigh tumbled elatedly from his lips. He pried his eyes open again after that, curious as fuck to see what state the goddess would be in, even if it meant showcasing an expression that looked so utterly beside itself with lust and ready as fuck to pounce, just as soon as the sliver of self-control Evan was holding on to ran out.

((OOC: Mmmm, more assumptions lol. We took our best guesses at what some of the highlights might've been for Dehaljadrun. If any don't fit, perhaps Evan caught flashes of the others and extrapolated from there in his own brain lol. PS - Evan currently has no idea to what extent Dehaljadrun sent him those things as honesty or manipulation, or even if they arose from within himself; right now, his brain could not care less and hasn't given that question a single thought because there is ZERO bandwidth for that kind of analysis right now. In case that wasn't clear hehe))

The surprise of hearing her whole name without the buildup shook Dehaljadrun to her core. She released her hands from Evan and leaned her head into his thigh, breathing heavily toward his cock more to support herself than to tantalize him, but that was an added bonus. The initial, fiery wave of pleasure washed over her and completely took away any ability she had to maintain the image of Xavier's body, that body fading instantly into mist as the pleasure wave completed and a wave of immense relief flooded over her. The combination of the pleasure from hearing her name and the relief from not having to maintain Xavier's body made her cry out, and tremors ran through every place in her. She made no attempt to hide them.

She did, however, have enough awareness to make sure she kept the mark from the deepest bite Evan had made on Xaiver's neck and fought the desire to feel it under her fingertips again.

Dehaljadrun took a breath, enjoying the sensation of her naked breasts rising and falling against Evan's leg, and she found it in herself to pull herself up his body, pushing them into his body as Dehaljadrun came back to standing. She had the wrap skirt on again, but everything in her wanted it off, wanted Evan's underwear off, wanted his hands all over her.

But, instead, Evan dragged his fingers across his own skin, over his neck and chest, and when his nails dug into the flesh there, Dehaljadrun's breath caught in her throat. It was so much deeper than he had done at the negotiation, but it had the same spirit, and the goddess revelled in watching. She felt how much he was only barely holding himself back right now and how the nails were only the smallest release, but the goddess so appreciated the red marks he left across his skin.

The relief of being in her own body again made it so much easier to hold herself at bay, this body so much more accustomed to being wracked with desire, but it was building quickly, and the goddess knew she only had so much time before it reached overwhelming levels again.

Once she was standing, Dehaljadrun smirked at Evan, well aware that he was pleased as fuck with himself over how she had reacted, and placed her index finger at the very top and center of his underwear line. She kept her finger on that line but circled around Evan so every part of the skin that she touched along that line lit up. While she was directly behind him, she pressed herself--her naked breasts, her eager cock--into him, letting the finger wander so it made tiny circles in the valley where his spine met his backside. While she did this, Dehaljadrun whispered into his ear, saying, "Stay still, Evan." If she was going to say his name again, it would be part of a command this time, especially if he wasn't going to say her name properly.

She pulled her body away from him slightly, letting only her nipples stay touching his back, as the goddess hooked both her hands into Evan's underwear and began pulling the back part of it down. Once the cloth was free of his backside but still pulling on his cock from the front, Dehaljadrun ran her hand over the curve exposed there before sinking her nails in, bracing her body in case he needed to lean back on her. But that lasted only a moment before she reached her arms around him and tugged the underwear to the very tip of Evan's cock, making it pull down on it further before using both hands to gently free the cloth and let it fall to the ground. Watching from over his shoulder now--gods, it was good to be tall again--her breasts and cock pressed against him once more, Dehaljadrun explored Evan's shaft with one hand, feeling all the ridges of it, enjoying how full it felt, before bringing the other hand to stroke it from the other side briefly as well.

Before long, she pulled her hands away but not her body as she untied her skirt, knowing Evan could feel the movements she was making as the silky fabric of the skirt slid across his backside until her bare cock rested against his nakedness, positioned and pushing between his legs to feel the warmth there.

Skirt discarded, Dehaljadrun abruptly grabbed a fistful of Evan's deliciously disheveled hair and pulled hard, tilting his head in the same way he had tilted Xavier's.

"Now, I'll let you move again, but only once you say my name properly." Her voice was firm and commanding but still so obviously full of the intensity of her lust as it fell velvety on Evan's ear.

((OOC: You hit the nail on the head with her favorites. Well done. Also, apparently Dehaljadrun is prepared to use mental manipulation in the event that Evan does not stay still, so if he would not have, assume he doesn't have a choice. Also, she is quite distracted at the moment, but she may have noticed the rest of Evan's tattoos from the back if you want that to be a thing. Also also, her phallus has been shortened for actual use and is probably only a little longer than the dildo she has but shaped the same, which we may describe here in more detail later. Evan may notice that it is a bit shorter than how she presented during the negotiation. Also also also, Meta-Dehaljadrun gives Evan full permission to do whatever he wants to her the moment he chants her name, so don't hold back. Also also also also, Dehaljadrun also has a vulva but maybe the cock in place of the clit, so... ))

Evan breathed heavily as the goddess smirked and slipped a finger into his underwear, and began to walk around him. Ughhh, she was going to take her sweet time now, wasn't she? Fuuuuuuuuuck, he had really hoped she'd be just as fucking eager as he was, cuz holy shit he was just about at the end of his rope. The captain clenched his jaw shut and dug his nails deeper into his skin, while his erection pulsed beneath the one thin piece of fabric remaining. Uuunf, and then the goddess pressed against him, her fingers at the base of his spine sending a chill through him, and the feel of her cock against him making his own cock fucking ache.

He nearly gasped when she told him to say still. It was frustrating as shit, how elegantly that turned his previous power play against him, but also hot as fuck. She said his name all right, but in a way that pushed him down, threatening to dunk his mind below water rather than send it soaring. Ohh, a very large part of him wanted to just give in. To let himself sink, and melt back into the body behind him, allowing the goddess to form him like putty in her hands. But he stubbornly kept himself above water - just barely - and willed his hips to move, fully intending on caressing his backside against that cock in a playful attempt to distract her, just a bit - although really, primarily just to be disobedient.

But... his hips wouldn't move. A mixture of panic and excitement and frustration and embarrassment gripped at Evan's chest, his breath completely escaping him for a moment. He tried to move his hands, to drag those lines further across his skin to give him some distraction, but all he could do was keep his nails dug in where they were, the pressure only just biting in the tiniest bit, leaving him wanting. This was... so utterly fucking intoxicating, and terrifying, and wonderful, and frustrating as shit.

The captain let out a breath with just a soft vocalization floating out with it, bearing in its sound just a hint of all his surprise and frustration and goddamn embarrassing elation about the current situation. Fuck.

Then, as the goddess caressed and then dug her nails into his backside, Evan let out a deep groan, the pleasure of it simply too much for him to hold in at the moment, especially in this state where he really couldn't let anything out any other way. He did lean back against the goddess, his knees threatening to give out under the weight of it all. Honestly, they might have, if some powerful thread in his mind wasn't stubbornly holding him to the goddess' instruction, at least insofar as his body was able. Uhck, some part of him was thoroughly terrified at the moment, sure that the goddess would grow bored with this much compliance. At least right now she was forcing it - surely? - but what if she'd hoped he'd be able to overcome it? Fuck fuck fuck.

A string of cursing ran though Evan's mind as the goddess reached around to finally release his cock from that last bit of fabric, and then began stroking his length, pulling out more gasps and moans from his lips, and helpless shudders from his body. Gods, he wanted to just give in and enjoy it. But he also didn't want her to win, whatever the fuck that even meant in this game they were playing. All he could do was try to guess at that, and at the immediate moment, he felt in well over his fucking head. Fuuuuck.

When her hands pulled away from him he let out another sigh, half-full of relief and half-full of disappointment. A chill ran up over his entire back as he felt the goddess' skirt brushing over his skin, filling his mind with how delicious the sight had been when he'd watched her undress in the circle. He could feel himself salivating, wanting to taste her. Though, as her cock slid between his legs, an ache in his gut certainly built up about other possibilities, too. Uuuunf, fuck, details aside, how often did Evan even get a chance at that sort of tumble? Fuck, not often enough.

The goddess' fingers in his hair jolted him out of that particular daydream, and he scrambled to focus his eyes, and actually fucking parse the words that she said to him. Fuck, everything was cloudy outside of the desires between his legs.

"De..." he started breathing her name without even thinking about it, his brain too awash with compliance and desire to do anything fucking else. Some part of his mind was still spouting out curse words, panicked about his current state but unable to do a goddamn thing about it. "Dehal..." Uuunf, his erection twitched, precum leaking from its tip. It ached for attention so badly, and swelled with hope that it'd win some soon. "Dehaljadrun~"

His body shivered, and the captain couldn't fucking stop himself from falling to his knees. A breath escaped him on the way, carrying with it another soft vocalization, this one also surprised but mostly just elated as shit. His hands finally finished dragging themselves further across his skin, and he frantically collected his brain, registering that he could in fact actually do shit now, and he absolutely wanted to seize on that opportunity before the goddess did.

He hastily pushed himself to stand up again, embarrassed that he'd fallen but determined to move past it quickly. Once to his feet he turned sharply and then leaned forward to swipe at the goddess' leg, going for the takedown he'd tried on Seth the previous night. And, uuuuunf, she was much more pliable in this moment than she'd been then, and Evan fell gladly on top of her to settle between her legs, with one arm braced on the ground beside her. His teeth wasted no time in clamping down hard on the goddess' left breast, hungrily licking and sucking on her nipple and the flesh around it that his jaw had managed to ensnare, while his free hand ran greedily down the length of her cock and explored the area beneath. He hadn't been entirely sure what he'd find there, but he couldn't say he didn't shudder excitedly to feel the shapes of vulva, delectable folds of skin slick with the goddess' desire. Uhnnnnggg, a hot wave of delight washed over him, and his hips didn't waste another fucking second before sinking into her, his hand deftly moving to grab hold of her cock and begin stroking it as his hips began to thrust.

((OOC: Whew. *fans self* Um, so yeah, we didn't describe his back tattoos since it seemed like focus wasn't really on 'em, but here's a full reference in case it's ever needed lol: link!. I changed how the dragon looks from the front just a tiny bit... had to deal with the fact that the image doesn't just simply map directly onto the body since bodies have y'know curves n shit lol. So also, there's a full version of the dragon for reference as well Also, random logistical consideration for reference as well: Evan was loving being taller than Xavier earlier, cuz Evan is also kinda short for a dude. I haven't done a whole lot of in-depth height comparison in my brain about this, but it is entirely possible that Evan might not be able to reach much past Dehaljadrun's breasts, at least while he's inside of her, depending on how tall she is. Fun facts that Evan is a little bit mad about. His height is the one thing about his body he's not particularly thrilled about lol. Not tied to super-specific heights, especially since I wanna keep the fact that Evan is indeed taller than Xavier regardless of how tall exactly Xavier is, but here's a handy-dandy chart for rough visualization purposes lol - link! (Stephen's standing even with the 6 foot tall mark)))

The quickness with which Evan succumbed to saying her name was almost as gratifying as hearing the name itself. The goddess grinned and exhaled a sigh that was maybe not at dramatic as the others but filled with bliss nonetheless. She had him, which became especially obvious as his knees hit the ground. She contemplated kneeling behind him, too, and thrusting into him from behind, the fantasy of that nearly overwhelming her and compelling her to do exactly that, but then he was up on his feet with a leg wrapped around hers, and the goddess was suddenly on the ground. Dehaljadrun was frustrated that his little trick had worked the second time, but her desire for Evan quickly overwhelmed any thoughts she had of that. He was finally, finally between her legs, in her body, and somehow being in her own body had never felt so good. 

Suddenly, there was pain on her left breast, and she found Evan biting her with a ferociousness that made a wave of demanding pleasure rise up from her stomach to just underneath her collarbone. Fuck. She found herself hoping he would leave marks, bruises, bites, anything, and then chastised herself for it. She felt him pulling her desire out through her nipple, and the sensation left her completely pliant underneath him. It made her want to be sucked dry. Dehaljadrun wanted someone, anyone, to drain her of all this pleasure, to empty her completely, and this man, this captain, this... Evan was the closest thing she had ever had to it; she was convinced. 

As he pulled and bit her, Dehaljadrun felt her sensation and perspective of right now flood his mind and then felt his reaction to it, which fueled her pleasure as it continued to pour into his mouth. Gods, whatever this circle was felt so good, and she wanted so much more. 

His hand on her cock... his hand on her cock... his hand on her cock... it didn't stay there nearly long enough, but she was thrilled by how his exploration of what was underneath it excited him even further. The ache of her body was not centralized in one place but all over her. She was one large pool of desire and ache and lust and want, so completely filled up again since releasing Xavier's image, and when Evan thrust his hips so he was finally, finally inside her, she groaned and writhed and clutched at his back, digging her nails in, wanting him closer, wanting more of him, so completely drunk on the way her breast was still in his mouth as she allowed him to fill her from the inside with his length. And there, too, it felt like he was drinking of her, pulling all this aching desire out and into him, and another pleasure circle began there until Dehaljadrun was so totally unaware of her thoughts or anything else to care what happened now. She only wanted more of this feeling, this bliss, this surrender to pleasure itself, and she would do anything if it felt this good. 

She cried out loudly without a care in the world.

And then his hand was on her cock again, stroking the soft skin there, the sloping, shallow canyon of the tip leaving an indentation almost all the way up the shaft so it appeared as something between a vulva and a phallus, and Dehaljadrun savored Evan's hand motions over the two ridges of that canyon, moving her own hips toward him in several quick movements to emphasize his cock within her and her cock within his hand. Fuck. She never wanted this to stop. 

Without knowing it, she whispered his name, "Evan... Evan... Evan..." but was quickly pulled under again by the circulating current of both their pleasure. 

((OOC: She's probably only a few inches taller than him. No big. She likes it. )) 

Gods, there were few greater pleasures than the feeling of a partner's nails on Evan’s skin. They dug into him, piercing his shell and flooding his and his partner’s pleasure through his whole being. Like, yeah, of course his cock felt good, finally freed from its own shell of cloth and delving into the glorious rich wet velvety flesh of another - that was a fucking given, and something Evan had managed to indulge in with the odd girl here and there when he could swing it. But this was... so much more than just that.

The goddess beneath him and enveloping him writhed, somehow both starving for and bursting with sensation all at once. His teeth and his tongue couldn't get enough of her breast, both enjoying the visceral physical sensations of gnawing and licking and sucking, as well as the awareness that he was causing both pain and pleasure, mixed and intermingled and easy to confuse for one another, and utterly delectable to his being. He could swear he felt her pang of desire for marks, for bruises, and it sent more of those fucking delightful electric pin-pricks down his body. Not only that, but he could practically taste the depth from which the goddess’ pleasure rose within her. He drank it up greedily, biting down harder and licking and sucking more ferociously, entirely unable to get enough and confident that the goddess still had so much more to give. He could feel it reverberating through her entire body, aching to be drawn out of her - through his mouth, through his skin, through his cock, through whatever means she could find. It did make him want to oblige the call implicit in her clutching and scratching at his back, to sink down into her and press their bodies together.

But then… there was that part of him that still wanted to fight, even against things that were pleasurable, because on some level this was still a foe of some sort, or at least a partner he couldn’t particularly trust, and wasn’t ready to fully give into. The fingers of his hand that held himself up pressed tensely against the ground beneath them, stubbornly keeping his body from his jaw to his hips arced away from her, reachable only through those clutching fingernails on his back, or at least some impressive back-arching on her part.

Besides… there was also another urge building in his mind, as the hand on the goddess’ cock fascinated in its shape, pondering its functions and wondering just how it’d feel… Curiosity pulled at him even as other parts of his brain fought for attention back to his own cock, or the nails on his back, or the delectable flesh in his jaw, not to mention the flow of pleasure he could feel coursing through it all. And he certainly enjoyed all those things deeply, but he just couldn't shake off the desire to interact with this part of her body more intimately, plus just the eternal draw of being at least a tiny bit ornery, or at least not totally predictable.

A part of Evan ached to do this, but fuuuuuck, adventure called, and stubbornness all but demanded. The captain relaxed his jaw and slid out of the goddess with a groan, even the hand on the ground retreating as he leaned back on his knees. The hand on the goddess’ cock caressed down to press its fingers into her vulva, enjoying exploring it again and collecting some of her wetness to bring back up to coat her cock. Ugh, fuck, this was so much hotter than spit. The vulgarity of the latter had always appealed to him at least a bit, but even so, having the option of coating a cock in the lubrication of its owner’s own arousal… uuunf, fuuuuuck. Heh, it wasn’t every day the captain felt envious of vulva, but a sheen of the sensation did settle on him now, though he fairly easily brushed it off as he started shifting his footing, aiming to prowl forward to straddle the goddess, and lower himself onto that fucking delicious cock.

((OOC: and, as ever, he can be as successful at that as desired. We assumed he’d get at least as far as lubricating her cock, though if she’d have interrupted even that certainly lemme know lol. I thought about asking how quickly she’d react if Evan pulled out of her, but didn’t want to have you experience too much of the post before I even made it xD))