As Evan's length moved in and out of her, the goddess dug her nails deeper, arching her back, which simultaneously allowed her to press his mouth further into her breast and reach more, though--frustratingly--not all, of his back. She was hungry for every inch of his skin. She felt in his mind, even after all this buildup, that he still fought with himself, and Dehaljadrun found it both exceptionally impressive and incredibly frustrating. She wanted access to all of him, and he wasn't letting her have it. She felt that frustration build to a state of almost anger, which added a new fire to her desire for him.
The goddess did feel Evan transitioning toward thinking about her cock in ways she was honestly surprised he did not feel vulnerable about, which pleased her deeply, although it did take away one of her favorite ways to shame men, which she had absolutely used on Seth. The memory of that definitely boosted her pride.
She was again impressed that Evan managed to pull out of her, but it kicked her anger up another notch, frustrated that he was somehow in control of her bliss. Not something she had practice with, and her patience was all but non-existent in the state she was in.
The feeling of her own lubrication sliding over her cock with Evan's hand; that was an absolute treat. And the jealousy that briefed poured into him... wow. It shook her and almost made her forget her anger at being suddenly left empty. Almost.
But it was well past time for her to take back control. Now that the initial wave of need had passed and a much longer burning one was ignited, Dehaljadrun could handle herself here.
As much as, yes, she absolutely did want to fuck him in the ass--gods, even the thought sent a wave of pleasure through her--fuck if he was going to have it on his own terms. If he was going to hold back from her, she needed to remind him exactly who he was dealing with.
Taking advantage of the moment he took to adjust his footing, Dehaljadrun quickly managed to get a leg between Evan's legs and turn her body quickly enough that he tumbled to the ground with her conveniently straddling him after he tried to get her cock in his ass. She pinned his shoulders down with her hands, sending pulsating waves of electricity from one to the other through his upper body unconsciously. The goddess greatly enjoyed the weight of her body pushing down on him, the strength of her body forcing him into the cold ground. Her back arched as she did so; the desire in her body so thick that even just this position--legs open but not receiving, back curved, hands pressed down--felt like it could bring on an orgasm. And, goddamn, she would love to see Evan's face if she let that happen right now, watch her cum as it washed over his chest and seeped into the ground without any further stimulation.
Not yet, though. Not yet.
After a moment of letting Evan struggle, Dehaljadrun leaned down to bite Evan's neck, hard, sucking her own pleasure back out of him. The goddess took some of his pleasure, too, and the taste absolutely intoxicated and reinvigorated her. Afterward, she bit his ear and positioned her body so her cock pressed against him and threatened to enter him. Dehaljadrun pushed eagerly, making tiny movements in and out, but she did not put any more than a centimeter inside Evan.
Leaning close to his ear, she whispered, "I see that you want this..."
She took a moment to breathe over his neck, making sure her lips were tantalizingly close.
"...I can see everything you want..."
The goddess leaned down to kiss his collarbone then briefly, nibbling it the tiniest bit before continuing.
"...and I can make you feel..."
At this, Dehaljadrun switched sides of his neck and bit his jaw where it started sloping to his ear--hard--before letting go.
"...anything I want you to feel."
As she finished her statement, the goddess reached down with her hand and grabbed Evan's cock firmly, knowing that it would set off sensations of desire in him, but she did not move her hand. Instead, she slowed the sensations he experienced way, way down so that, rather than cascading or flooding over him, the sensations built with a fervent intensity in a frustratingly slow trickle that lasted many times as long as his typical response.
"But I want you to ask me--beg me--for this cock." At this, she used the hand that was not holding Evan's cock to reach into herself and gather the warm fluid there. She brought it to her mouth, tasted it off one finger while her purple eyes watched Evan's reaction with an intense expression of satisfaction, and then proceeded to rub Evan's length with both hands, almost in a prayer configuration, while her own cock pressed just the tiniest bit deeper into his backside. Her expression grew dark, and her skin almost seemed to glow with purple electricity as she pulled away from his ear and grinned greedily at Evan, lapping up his shame.
((OOC: There were a few small assumptions there, but I think they should be okay. Let me know if you need me to rewrite anything.))
Part 1 (Start Reading Here)
Moderator: On Dreams And Desire
Re: Part 1
Fuck.
A moment of panic hit when the goddess threw Evan off-balance and his back hit the ground, her hands quickly settling on his shoulders to keep him pinned. Normally he'd find this sort of play rather enjoyable, but his sense of danger was in fact keyed significantly higher than normal, here-- for, he'd say, pretty sane reasons. Among them, he rarely found himself in a situation where he wasn't confident he could simply overpower his partner, though that was to say nothing of the sensation that ran between his shoulders through his chest. It was... sort of a biting static, which tensed every goddamn muscle it ran through. The sensation itself was nothing Evan couldn't endure - hell, he might even enjoy it in a different situation - but right now it definitely added to his body's sense of panic, especially with how fucking close it felt to his fast-beating heart. And, gods, his partner looked so fucking pleased... another thing which would normally be deliciously hot, but at this immediate moment worried him pretty greatly.
Despite the involuntarily tensed muscles in his chest and shoulders, Evan did attempt to throw the goddess off. He was going through all the right motions to leverage himself off the ground and push her weight off-center enough to make a play for top, but fuck, at the end of the day, she was just plain stronger than him. Impressive, hot, and fucking terrifying. Also - he supposed somewhat frustratedly - to be expected from a god, but he'd had to try. Besides, there was always the chance she'd play to lose, and far be it from him to miss that should it happen. That was clearly not the case here, though. She wanted him down, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
He actually relaxed some under her bite, though, like his body suddenly remembered that things that were happening were pleasurable, and maybe - just maybe - okay to be out of his control. Her teeth digging in and settling a very familiar and very welcome sort of pain elicited a soft, breathy sigh as he turned his head slightly, apparently never one to not provide more access for a bite. His eyes also fell shut that moment, letting himself just fucking enjoy things for a hot second. He winced a little bit more at the ear bite, as that was a bit of a sharper pain, but even that didn't seem to be particularly displeased. These were sensations he knew and he recognized, and weathering them was in fact a strange sort of comforting.
Then, the goddess' cock pushed against him-- but only just so. His hips shifted, trying to goad her deeper, but it was pretty fucking hard to get any closer himself with her weight still holding his shoulders solidly where they were.
The captain's eyes opened again, and he turned his head back towards her as if to shoot a glare to the goddess, but she wasn't in much of a position for it with her mouth still by his ear. He sent his glare to the sky instead, and settled for a frustrated grunt through gritted teeth as she started whispering. He could swear, he could hear the smug fucking grin she must be wearing. Ugh. He breathed quietly through her murmurs and kiss and nibble and bite, presently trying not to give her the satisfaction of much of a response-- though, damn it all, he couldn't quite stop his chin from tilting as her teeth clamped down on skin, too fucking keen on bites to help himself. Through it all, he was also focusing on keeping the muscles around what little of the goddess' cock she had inserted relaxed. Left to their own devices they'd be clenching and releasing, both just to feel what tiny pleasure they could glean from the pressure she afforded them, and in some feeble attempt to be alluring, hopeful for more. He really didn't want to give her that satisfaction right now, but gods it did take effort.
Nng, especially when she wrapped her hand around his cock. A single clinch and release escaped through Evan's focus, along with a tremble of his hips that wanted to thrust into her grasp, but Evan stubbornly shut it down. Actually, he was surprised that the goddess' grasp wasn't more frustrating, as just the plain surface physical sensation of it had cued him to brace for a much stronger wave of 'nng, fuck that feels good and I need more' than it actually ended up spurring.
Then she said it. The desire for him to beg fell on his ears as an inevitability that he'd been dreading, and yet also...
Some part of him knew, deep in his gut and running the length of his spine, that eventually, he would. The thought excited him, even as his cheeks returned to that red-hot shade of frustration and shame that had burned his skin when the goddess first donned Xavier's body. Fuck, this was going to be a long night.
The captain watched with gritted teeth as the goddess reached down to collect more of her own wetness, the gesture reminding him of her other hand on his cock, and making the sensation of it swell slowly, driving him fucking mad. He wanted her hand to move, to squeeze tighter, and he fucking cursed himself for not just fucking her goddamn brains out earlier like a normal fucking person. The call of adventure was a fucking bitch.
He swallowed when the goddess brought her fingers up towards both of their faces. He kept his jaw clenched shut, but, gods, the image of letting his mouth fall open for his tongue to reach out, hoping the goddess would offer him a taste, played pretty vividly through his mind. Ugh. His cock still ached, and the goddess moving her newly-lubricated hand back down to join her other only made it fucking worse. He could feel her touch moving, running up and down his length, and her cock even slipping further inside him, but his yearning and frustration seemed stationary, like the added physical input didn’t help a goddamn thing. Fuck, just what was she doing to him?
The captain had kept his gaze away from the goddess’, his glare pointedly aimed towards the sky, or perhaps over towards the treetops to the side, but now he finally drew it to meet her squarely in the eye as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, defiance radiating from his being.
“One day, you’ll beg for mine.” His voice was a determined growl, issuing a promise as much as a threat. He didn’t even question whether that was within his power, because in this moment, it simply had to be. And he suspected-- or maybe hoped, but he straight-up couldn’t frame it that way right now-- that somewhere within her, the goddess desired it to be within his power as well.
He held her gaze stubbornly even as a slowly-mounting swell of pleasure and desire started highlighting all over again for him the goddess’ hands on his length and her cock still just barely, tantalizingly within him. His body was on fire, wanting like hell to thrust into those hands and push itself forward onto that cock, but he held it all at bay, channelling all of the frustration and lust he could harvest from within him into that glare searing ferociously into the goddess' eyes.
A moment of panic hit when the goddess threw Evan off-balance and his back hit the ground, her hands quickly settling on his shoulders to keep him pinned. Normally he'd find this sort of play rather enjoyable, but his sense of danger was in fact keyed significantly higher than normal, here-- for, he'd say, pretty sane reasons. Among them, he rarely found himself in a situation where he wasn't confident he could simply overpower his partner, though that was to say nothing of the sensation that ran between his shoulders through his chest. It was... sort of a biting static, which tensed every goddamn muscle it ran through. The sensation itself was nothing Evan couldn't endure - hell, he might even enjoy it in a different situation - but right now it definitely added to his body's sense of panic, especially with how fucking close it felt to his fast-beating heart. And, gods, his partner looked so fucking pleased... another thing which would normally be deliciously hot, but at this immediate moment worried him pretty greatly.
Despite the involuntarily tensed muscles in his chest and shoulders, Evan did attempt to throw the goddess off. He was going through all the right motions to leverage himself off the ground and push her weight off-center enough to make a play for top, but fuck, at the end of the day, she was just plain stronger than him. Impressive, hot, and fucking terrifying. Also - he supposed somewhat frustratedly - to be expected from a god, but he'd had to try. Besides, there was always the chance she'd play to lose, and far be it from him to miss that should it happen. That was clearly not the case here, though. She wanted him down, and there wasn't a damn thing he could do about it.
He actually relaxed some under her bite, though, like his body suddenly remembered that things that were happening were pleasurable, and maybe - just maybe - okay to be out of his control. Her teeth digging in and settling a very familiar and very welcome sort of pain elicited a soft, breathy sigh as he turned his head slightly, apparently never one to not provide more access for a bite. His eyes also fell shut that moment, letting himself just fucking enjoy things for a hot second. He winced a little bit more at the ear bite, as that was a bit of a sharper pain, but even that didn't seem to be particularly displeased. These were sensations he knew and he recognized, and weathering them was in fact a strange sort of comforting.
Then, the goddess' cock pushed against him-- but only just so. His hips shifted, trying to goad her deeper, but it was pretty fucking hard to get any closer himself with her weight still holding his shoulders solidly where they were.
The captain's eyes opened again, and he turned his head back towards her as if to shoot a glare to the goddess, but she wasn't in much of a position for it with her mouth still by his ear. He sent his glare to the sky instead, and settled for a frustrated grunt through gritted teeth as she started whispering. He could swear, he could hear the smug fucking grin she must be wearing. Ugh. He breathed quietly through her murmurs and kiss and nibble and bite, presently trying not to give her the satisfaction of much of a response-- though, damn it all, he couldn't quite stop his chin from tilting as her teeth clamped down on skin, too fucking keen on bites to help himself. Through it all, he was also focusing on keeping the muscles around what little of the goddess' cock she had inserted relaxed. Left to their own devices they'd be clenching and releasing, both just to feel what tiny pleasure they could glean from the pressure she afforded them, and in some feeble attempt to be alluring, hopeful for more. He really didn't want to give her that satisfaction right now, but gods it did take effort.
Nng, especially when she wrapped her hand around his cock. A single clinch and release escaped through Evan's focus, along with a tremble of his hips that wanted to thrust into her grasp, but Evan stubbornly shut it down. Actually, he was surprised that the goddess' grasp wasn't more frustrating, as just the plain surface physical sensation of it had cued him to brace for a much stronger wave of 'nng, fuck that feels good and I need more' than it actually ended up spurring.
Then she said it. The desire for him to beg fell on his ears as an inevitability that he'd been dreading, and yet also...
Some part of him knew, deep in his gut and running the length of his spine, that eventually, he would. The thought excited him, even as his cheeks returned to that red-hot shade of frustration and shame that had burned his skin when the goddess first donned Xavier's body. Fuck, this was going to be a long night.
The captain watched with gritted teeth as the goddess reached down to collect more of her own wetness, the gesture reminding him of her other hand on his cock, and making the sensation of it swell slowly, driving him fucking mad. He wanted her hand to move, to squeeze tighter, and he fucking cursed himself for not just fucking her goddamn brains out earlier like a normal fucking person. The call of adventure was a fucking bitch.
He swallowed when the goddess brought her fingers up towards both of their faces. He kept his jaw clenched shut, but, gods, the image of letting his mouth fall open for his tongue to reach out, hoping the goddess would offer him a taste, played pretty vividly through his mind. Ugh. His cock still ached, and the goddess moving her newly-lubricated hand back down to join her other only made it fucking worse. He could feel her touch moving, running up and down his length, and her cock even slipping further inside him, but his yearning and frustration seemed stationary, like the added physical input didn’t help a goddamn thing. Fuck, just what was she doing to him?
The captain had kept his gaze away from the goddess’, his glare pointedly aimed towards the sky, or perhaps over towards the treetops to the side, but now he finally drew it to meet her squarely in the eye as he pushed himself up onto his elbows, defiance radiating from his being.
“One day, you’ll beg for mine.” His voice was a determined growl, issuing a promise as much as a threat. He didn’t even question whether that was within his power, because in this moment, it simply had to be. And he suspected-- or maybe hoped, but he straight-up couldn’t frame it that way right now-- that somewhere within her, the goddess desired it to be within his power as well.
He held her gaze stubbornly even as a slowly-mounting swell of pleasure and desire started highlighting all over again for him the goddess’ hands on his length and her cock still just barely, tantalizingly within him. His body was on fire, wanting like hell to thrust into those hands and push itself forward onto that cock, but he held it all at bay, channelling all of the frustration and lust he could harvest from within him into that glare searing ferociously into the goddess' eyes.
Re: Part 1
Evan's struggle significantly elevated Dehaljadrun's enjoyment of the experience, and she could feel the tiniest bit of fluid flowing out into Evan's opening. It was all so delicious and even better that she knew it would drive Evan further into his desire.
She was very impressed that somehow he got up onto his elbows despite how intensely she was holding him down, and it made her cock slip just another centimeter in, and a moan escaped her lips. Fucking hell, she wanted it in him all the way, wanted to feel herself lengthen inside of him.
His glare was even more delicious, the fire so present as it burned into the sky, her skin, her eyes, and she shuddered with absolute pleasure, which moved Evan's cock from side to side, but not any further in.
When Evan's words washed over, Dehaljadrun became so completely elated that it was everything she could do to hold herself back from just pushing in, his clinching so tantalizing. She loved the idea of being made to beg for his cock and loved the "one day" present in his voice, which--much to her irritation--made her feel like there could be more after the five nights he was forced to stay with her. Ugh, she groaned at herself, hating so much that that's where her mind was, but this was all so fucking good, the goddess really never wanted it to end. It had been a long time since she'd enjoyed this much pleasure and outright satisfaction, and how much of a fight Evan was putting up definitely had a lot to do with it.
"I'd like to see you try," she said in her velvet voice, eyes flaring purple, both in sincerity and to emphasize that she highly doubted he was capable of such a thing, which she hoped would frustrate him more than anything.
She pulled her cock a centimeter out of his ass and pushed it back in only that much again, raising an eyebrow at Evan.
"This could all be yours," she said in the most alluring voice she could muster. She thought about sending more sensations through him, but she fully believed, at this point, he was going to give in. All. On. His. Own.
She was very impressed that somehow he got up onto his elbows despite how intensely she was holding him down, and it made her cock slip just another centimeter in, and a moan escaped her lips. Fucking hell, she wanted it in him all the way, wanted to feel herself lengthen inside of him.
His glare was even more delicious, the fire so present as it burned into the sky, her skin, her eyes, and she shuddered with absolute pleasure, which moved Evan's cock from side to side, but not any further in.
When Evan's words washed over, Dehaljadrun became so completely elated that it was everything she could do to hold herself back from just pushing in, his clinching so tantalizing. She loved the idea of being made to beg for his cock and loved the "one day" present in his voice, which--much to her irritation--made her feel like there could be more after the five nights he was forced to stay with her. Ugh, she groaned at herself, hating so much that that's where her mind was, but this was all so fucking good, the goddess really never wanted it to end. It had been a long time since she'd enjoyed this much pleasure and outright satisfaction, and how much of a fight Evan was putting up definitely had a lot to do with it.
"I'd like to see you try," she said in her velvet voice, eyes flaring purple, both in sincerity and to emphasize that she highly doubted he was capable of such a thing, which she hoped would frustrate him more than anything.
She pulled her cock a centimeter out of his ass and pushed it back in only that much again, raising an eyebrow at Evan.
"This could all be yours," she said in the most alluring voice she could muster. She thought about sending more sensations through him, but she fully believed, at this point, he was going to give in. All. On. His. Own.
Re: Part 1
As Evan continued to glare directly at the goddess, her lust for him rose to almost uncontainable levels and threatened to overwhelm her. It was so intoxicating that he simply would not give in to her, and it made her so much hungrier to be inside of him, to feel him pulsate around her. Dehaljadrun was not trained in patience.
Fine, if he was going to be so fucking stubborn, then perhaps some cheating was in order. She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow as though to indicate that he had frustrated her, that this was not acceptable behavior. Dehaljadrun glared back at him with her purple fire as she put her hand over his diaphragm and started leeching away at his resolve, his self-control flooding into her and away from him. Oh, yes, this was delicious. She could feel him slipping closer toward giving into her, and she left him tottering with only the narrowest sliver of ability to resist. Releasing her hand, the goddess leaned over onto Evan, her hair pulled to one side and falling across his chest as she inched closer, finally pressing her breasts into him and putting even more pressure into Evan's backside. Dehaljadrun let herself breathe--her breaths shallow and full of want--over his chin, near his ear, over his lips, as she moved her whole body up and down a centimeter at a time, igniting every nerve on the front of Evan's body with her body. She then tapped three of her fingers--one at a time--on Evan's collarbone the same way she had been touching the ground while in Xavier's body.
"Evan, as your goddess, I command you to give into me," Dehaljadrun finally said in a whisper near his ear with every ounce of her lust and seduction and persuasion. As she did so, she sent Evan a recent image of her watching him touch himself while he had a fantasy of her in his tent. "Beg me for my cock," she said, each of those single-syllable words heavily punctuated with her velvet voice.
((OOC: Yeah, Evan is so fucked. Lol. In case in additional excuse is in order, he can also start to realize that the drink the priestess gave him has all but worn off by now. Also, Dehaljadrun is imagining that the sensation of having one's resolved drained is probably one of heat, but Evan is free to interpret and understand it however he would like. The finger tapping may or may not come with the same sensation he felt the first time, but I imagine the placebo effect of thinking about how she could control his sensations that way might have the same effect, totally up to you. Additionally, the image of her watching him wank could be the one that was written into the RP or another recent one, whichever you prefer. Assume that she wasn't necessarily there at the time, but she has access to the memories and can tweak them to make it look like she was or feel like she was. And, if this is too heavy handed and you feel like you want Evan to have more of a say in how this goes, let me know, and I can rework it.))
Fine, if he was going to be so fucking stubborn, then perhaps some cheating was in order. She tilted her head slightly and raised an eyebrow as though to indicate that he had frustrated her, that this was not acceptable behavior. Dehaljadrun glared back at him with her purple fire as she put her hand over his diaphragm and started leeching away at his resolve, his self-control flooding into her and away from him. Oh, yes, this was delicious. She could feel him slipping closer toward giving into her, and she left him tottering with only the narrowest sliver of ability to resist. Releasing her hand, the goddess leaned over onto Evan, her hair pulled to one side and falling across his chest as she inched closer, finally pressing her breasts into him and putting even more pressure into Evan's backside. Dehaljadrun let herself breathe--her breaths shallow and full of want--over his chin, near his ear, over his lips, as she moved her whole body up and down a centimeter at a time, igniting every nerve on the front of Evan's body with her body. She then tapped three of her fingers--one at a time--on Evan's collarbone the same way she had been touching the ground while in Xavier's body.
"Evan, as your goddess, I command you to give into me," Dehaljadrun finally said in a whisper near his ear with every ounce of her lust and seduction and persuasion. As she did so, she sent Evan a recent image of her watching him touch himself while he had a fantasy of her in his tent. "Beg me for my cock," she said, each of those single-syllable words heavily punctuated with her velvet voice.
((OOC: Yeah, Evan is so fucked. Lol. In case in additional excuse is in order, he can also start to realize that the drink the priestess gave him has all but worn off by now. Also, Dehaljadrun is imagining that the sensation of having one's resolved drained is probably one of heat, but Evan is free to interpret and understand it however he would like. The finger tapping may or may not come with the same sensation he felt the first time, but I imagine the placebo effect of thinking about how she could control his sensations that way might have the same effect, totally up to you. Additionally, the image of her watching him wank could be the one that was written into the RP or another recent one, whichever you prefer. Assume that she wasn't necessarily there at the time, but she has access to the memories and can tweak them to make it look like she was or feel like she was. And, if this is too heavy handed and you feel like you want Evan to have more of a say in how this goes, let me know, and I can rework it.))
Re: Part 1
Evan kept up that glare as long as he could, admittedly out of witty replies to the goddess' goading. She had backed him into a corner, where he didn't want to give in to her, but couldn't do much of anything else, other than pour everything he had into that glare. Fuck, yes he wanted her cock deeper inside of him, for it to thrust in and out, again and again. It was fucking torture feeling the pressure of just the tiny length she had inserted, holding stationary save for minuscule, tantalizing shifts, just to make fucking sure to remind him it was there. Not that he needed much - he still felt sensations building slowly in him, just continuing to pile on arousal and desire and frustration, inch by fucking inch. It was a slow burn, but fuck, it just wasn't stopping. Even so, Evan was a stubborn as fuck creature, and even aside from that... there was a fear gripping at the back of his chest, terrified of giving in here.
He took some small sliver of satisfaction in the goddess' raised eyebrow and subsequent glare, as at least his stubborn goddamn paralysis was getting under her skin to some degree. But then the hand that she placed against him was warm, and more importantly, disarming. He felt his lips parting again, his brow very subtly unfurling, and before long, his arms gave out in their struggle to keep himself up, and he collapsed back against the ground completely. That fear in his chest wasn't going away, but its grip was weakening, along with the fire in his eyes. The muscles around the goddess' cock finally clenched again, and the captain let out a moan. His eyes quickly pulled shut, fucking embarrassed now that their fire was running out.
His whole body shivered as the goddess leaned over him, her hair and her breasts and her breath all playing over his skin, reminding him that, fuck, not only did he want that cock in his ass, but he wanted her. Her fingers tapping against his collar bone practically reverberated throughout him, heavy and thumping, like the distant sound of impacts below water. Gods, he was so fucking close to slipping beneath the surface.
Then, a heavy, surprised sigh escaped him when she issued her command - or, more specifically, when she referred to herself as his goddess. Oh, he wasn't delusional enough to think that possessive was in any way giving, but a part of him was... honored? Relieved? Gods, really fucking happy, actually? To be... received. Another part of him chided that she was just making a power play here, and that reading much of anything into it was pretty fucking pathetic, but that part was pretty powerless to do much of anything besides observe in disgust. Ugh, especially when the memory of wanking in his tent flooded into his thoughts, replaying all the ways he loved imagining the goddess before him so much as paying him mind. Gods, nevermind thrusting herself into him. Nnnng, fuuuuuuuck.
"Please," he finally breathed, his own cock in the goddess' hand twitching in desperate anticipation. His jaw clamped shut after that, and a frustrated growl pushed itself out through his gritted teeth, angry as shit to be giving in here. But at the same time, his hips shifted, and his backside relaxed and then clenched again, undeniably fucking starving for the cock pressed against it.
He took some small sliver of satisfaction in the goddess' raised eyebrow and subsequent glare, as at least his stubborn goddamn paralysis was getting under her skin to some degree. But then the hand that she placed against him was warm, and more importantly, disarming. He felt his lips parting again, his brow very subtly unfurling, and before long, his arms gave out in their struggle to keep himself up, and he collapsed back against the ground completely. That fear in his chest wasn't going away, but its grip was weakening, along with the fire in his eyes. The muscles around the goddess' cock finally clenched again, and the captain let out a moan. His eyes quickly pulled shut, fucking embarrassed now that their fire was running out.
His whole body shivered as the goddess leaned over him, her hair and her breasts and her breath all playing over his skin, reminding him that, fuck, not only did he want that cock in his ass, but he wanted her. Her fingers tapping against his collar bone practically reverberated throughout him, heavy and thumping, like the distant sound of impacts below water. Gods, he was so fucking close to slipping beneath the surface.
Then, a heavy, surprised sigh escaped him when she issued her command - or, more specifically, when she referred to herself as his goddess. Oh, he wasn't delusional enough to think that possessive was in any way giving, but a part of him was... honored? Relieved? Gods, really fucking happy, actually? To be... received. Another part of him chided that she was just making a power play here, and that reading much of anything into it was pretty fucking pathetic, but that part was pretty powerless to do much of anything besides observe in disgust. Ugh, especially when the memory of wanking in his tent flooded into his thoughts, replaying all the ways he loved imagining the goddess before him so much as paying him mind. Gods, nevermind thrusting herself into him. Nnnng, fuuuuuuuck.
"Please," he finally breathed, his own cock in the goddess' hand twitching in desperate anticipation. His jaw clamped shut after that, and a frustrated growl pushed itself out through his gritted teeth, angry as shit to be giving in here. But at the same time, his hips shifted, and his backside relaxed and then clenched again, undeniably fucking starving for the cock pressed against it.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun laughed quietly as he said please, letting it wash over her, her ache becoming so incredibly undeniable both inside her cock and inside her vulva. As he had relaxed into her body--at least, in some ways--she got a tremendous amount of satisfaction. Seeing him collapse back on the ground, eyes fading out of fire, she grew immensely hungry, wanting to just drain all of him. Mmmm. So incredibly tempting, but she needed to keep this body strong if he was going to last five nights with this delicious fight in him. That growl of his, though. She could listen to that all night and probably would.
The goddess, immediately after Evan said please, pushed her cock in deeper so that the whole of her tip, folds and ridges included, gently folded and slid into Evan, but she quickly pulled out again, maneuvering over him gracefully but rapidly as she thrust his cock again between her own legs, briefly satisfying at least one of the tremendous aches within her. A deep moan escaped her lips, but she did not allow herself to be distracted. If Evan attempted to move and thrust within her, she would squeeze his cock with those inner muscles, making it tight and difficult to move, but she wasn't going to stay there for long either.
After a few long-desired and forced thrusts with Evan inside her--Mmmmmm, gods it was difficult to stop--she lifted herself off Evan abruptly, his cock practically dripping with how wet the goddess had become. The sight absolutely pleased her. Dehaljadrun spread Evan's legs again and leaned into him so she could rub her cock, shaft against shaft, on his, holding them together with one hand as she thrust back and forth, both for the lubrication and for the sheer sensation of it all. Another deep moan escaped Dehaljadrun, and she let her head briefly fall to one side--not at all unaware of the fact that this was the way Xavier reacted to touching his own cock--her hair cascading down her back as her facial features became intensely relaxed and her eyes rolled back gently. She then started moving her hand up and down the length of both of them, feeling both the ridges and folds of her own cock and the beginning of Evan's tip, the feeling of rubbing both herself and Evan at the same time so immensely pleasurable she struggled to hold herself back.
She took longer there than she needed to, but after a minute, the goddess released both their cocks and in the same movement, positioned herself between Evan's legs and thrust her wet cock deeply into his ass without any further preparation. Despite how long she had spent with the tip pressed against him, his ass felt so deliciously tight around her, and she cried out, unable to do anything but thrust and thrust again within him, her desire mounting so much that she was starting to have a difficult time staying upright, and if Evan cared to notice, Dehaljadrun was suddenly very susceptible to being tossed around.
She briefly folded herself down onto Evan, rubbing his cock with her breasts and staying exceptionally still as she managed to stop thrusting. She then focused, which was enormously difficult, and lengthened her cock inside Evan by an inch or so, moving it in and out by shortening and lengthening it again without even moving her hips. She couldn't keep that up for long, though, before she was frantically thrusting again, her cock having returned to normal size, her breathy groans a little higher pitched than she would have liked.
((OOC: Dehaljadrun is getting very close to cumming with her phallus, but she can hold herself back for a long time if she has control of the situation. If Evan takes control, she'll probably cum quickly, but she absolutely adores continuing to use her cock during the "painful" refractory period.))
The goddess, immediately after Evan said please, pushed her cock in deeper so that the whole of her tip, folds and ridges included, gently folded and slid into Evan, but she quickly pulled out again, maneuvering over him gracefully but rapidly as she thrust his cock again between her own legs, briefly satisfying at least one of the tremendous aches within her. A deep moan escaped her lips, but she did not allow herself to be distracted. If Evan attempted to move and thrust within her, she would squeeze his cock with those inner muscles, making it tight and difficult to move, but she wasn't going to stay there for long either.
After a few long-desired and forced thrusts with Evan inside her--Mmmmmm, gods it was difficult to stop--she lifted herself off Evan abruptly, his cock practically dripping with how wet the goddess had become. The sight absolutely pleased her. Dehaljadrun spread Evan's legs again and leaned into him so she could rub her cock, shaft against shaft, on his, holding them together with one hand as she thrust back and forth, both for the lubrication and for the sheer sensation of it all. Another deep moan escaped Dehaljadrun, and she let her head briefly fall to one side--not at all unaware of the fact that this was the way Xavier reacted to touching his own cock--her hair cascading down her back as her facial features became intensely relaxed and her eyes rolled back gently. She then started moving her hand up and down the length of both of them, feeling both the ridges and folds of her own cock and the beginning of Evan's tip, the feeling of rubbing both herself and Evan at the same time so immensely pleasurable she struggled to hold herself back.
She took longer there than she needed to, but after a minute, the goddess released both their cocks and in the same movement, positioned herself between Evan's legs and thrust her wet cock deeply into his ass without any further preparation. Despite how long she had spent with the tip pressed against him, his ass felt so deliciously tight around her, and she cried out, unable to do anything but thrust and thrust again within him, her desire mounting so much that she was starting to have a difficult time staying upright, and if Evan cared to notice, Dehaljadrun was suddenly very susceptible to being tossed around.
She briefly folded herself down onto Evan, rubbing his cock with her breasts and staying exceptionally still as she managed to stop thrusting. She then focused, which was enormously difficult, and lengthened her cock inside Evan by an inch or so, moving it in and out by shortening and lengthening it again without even moving her hips. She couldn't keep that up for long, though, before she was frantically thrusting again, her cock having returned to normal size, her breathy groans a little higher pitched than she would have liked.
((OOC: Dehaljadrun is getting very close to cumming with her phallus, but she can hold herself back for a long time if she has control of the situation. If Evan takes control, she'll probably cum quickly, but she absolutely adores continuing to use her cock during the "painful" refractory period.))
Re: Part 1
Another moan escaped the captain's lips as the goddess finally pushed further inside of him, a wave of relief and excitement swelling up through his body-- it receeded in an instant, though, as the goddess pulled out, and for a very brief moment, Evan's eyes opened again and flashed angry as shit at the audacity of making him beg just for a single goddamn thrust.
His eyes put together that she was positioning herself in a different exciting way, though, and he bit his tongue before he responded in a way he might regret. He did adore the feeling of re-entering her, and revelling in her warmth and wetness, but he kept fairly still and stoic through it, currently skeptical about what game she was playing, and not keen on showing too much interest in anything else lest she make him beg again to continue.
And, sure enough, after just a few thrusts, the goddess was sliding herself off of him again. He couldn't quite stop his hips from pushing upwards just slightly, his cock twitching with frustration and desire. Evan threw his eyes over to the side, well aware that his expression was likely frustrated as shit, and sure that the goddess was doing it on fucking purpose. Flashes of grappling her back down to the ground so that he could return to fucking her at his goddamn pace ran through his mind, though he didn't act on any of them... yet.
The goddess pressed her cock against his, and Evan did return his gaze to her, as well as push himself up on his elbows again. He still looked a bit frustrated, but was managing to reel it in, in favor of looking just a bit threatening. Not so much with the searing fire as before, but rather more a dark sort of patience, letting the goddess know that he had no intention of being this compliant indefinitely, but that he was also prepared to bide his time.
Good thing, because the goddess finally saw fit to readjust and thrust into him again, and his arms once again gave out and let him fall back against the ground, his eyes falling shut as a surprised but elated moan tumbled from his lips. With that display, noncompliance certainly didn't look like it was on the near horizon. His fingers grasped at the ground beneath him, and his legs hugged the goddess' hips, all but ensuring that she had an ideal angle to thrust into him deeply-- and that she would experience at least some resistance should she try to pull out too far. His teeth gritted together in some feeble attempt to muffle the moans that continued escaping him, though even if they had been successful at that, immense pleasure was fairly obvious in the shape of his brows. Yeah, he really fucking liked this.
The captain had deeply mixed feelings about the goddess' breasts rubbing against his length but her hips stopping their movements. In another context, breasts on his cock would be pretty fucking great, but this switching between fucking his ass and rubbing his cock was really goddamn frustrating. He managed to push himself up on his elbows yet again, just as the goddess' cock moved deeper inside of him... without her hips moving? He let out a soft, surprised sigh, and gazed at her with a mixture of lust and curiosity, the frustration from a moment before having faded with the sensation of her... growing and shrinking, he supposed, inside of him. Gods, that felt fascinating.
When she began thrusting again it was tempting to once again collapse back against the ground, but by now he'd managed to recollect himself a bit. He certainly did let out a groan and let his eyes fall shut for a moment, unable to escape the wave of pleasure that washed over him, but he did manage to stay up on his elbows, and he recovered fairly quickly, at least enough to pry his gaze open again. For a moment he simply gazed at the goddess with lusty eyes and heavy breaths, before reaching his right hand out to tangle his fingers into her hair just above the back of her neck. His grip tightened and twisted just enough to tug firmly at her scalp, and he used that leverage to pull her towards him, rather keen at this moment on bringing their lips together.... although, pausing just before making contact, in hopes of teasing her back at least a bit.
His eyes put together that she was positioning herself in a different exciting way, though, and he bit his tongue before he responded in a way he might regret. He did adore the feeling of re-entering her, and revelling in her warmth and wetness, but he kept fairly still and stoic through it, currently skeptical about what game she was playing, and not keen on showing too much interest in anything else lest she make him beg again to continue.
And, sure enough, after just a few thrusts, the goddess was sliding herself off of him again. He couldn't quite stop his hips from pushing upwards just slightly, his cock twitching with frustration and desire. Evan threw his eyes over to the side, well aware that his expression was likely frustrated as shit, and sure that the goddess was doing it on fucking purpose. Flashes of grappling her back down to the ground so that he could return to fucking her at his goddamn pace ran through his mind, though he didn't act on any of them... yet.
The goddess pressed her cock against his, and Evan did return his gaze to her, as well as push himself up on his elbows again. He still looked a bit frustrated, but was managing to reel it in, in favor of looking just a bit threatening. Not so much with the searing fire as before, but rather more a dark sort of patience, letting the goddess know that he had no intention of being this compliant indefinitely, but that he was also prepared to bide his time.
Good thing, because the goddess finally saw fit to readjust and thrust into him again, and his arms once again gave out and let him fall back against the ground, his eyes falling shut as a surprised but elated moan tumbled from his lips. With that display, noncompliance certainly didn't look like it was on the near horizon. His fingers grasped at the ground beneath him, and his legs hugged the goddess' hips, all but ensuring that she had an ideal angle to thrust into him deeply-- and that she would experience at least some resistance should she try to pull out too far. His teeth gritted together in some feeble attempt to muffle the moans that continued escaping him, though even if they had been successful at that, immense pleasure was fairly obvious in the shape of his brows. Yeah, he really fucking liked this.
The captain had deeply mixed feelings about the goddess' breasts rubbing against his length but her hips stopping their movements. In another context, breasts on his cock would be pretty fucking great, but this switching between fucking his ass and rubbing his cock was really goddamn frustrating. He managed to push himself up on his elbows yet again, just as the goddess' cock moved deeper inside of him... without her hips moving? He let out a soft, surprised sigh, and gazed at her with a mixture of lust and curiosity, the frustration from a moment before having faded with the sensation of her... growing and shrinking, he supposed, inside of him. Gods, that felt fascinating.
When she began thrusting again it was tempting to once again collapse back against the ground, but by now he'd managed to recollect himself a bit. He certainly did let out a groan and let his eyes fall shut for a moment, unable to escape the wave of pleasure that washed over him, but he did manage to stay up on his elbows, and he recovered fairly quickly, at least enough to pry his gaze open again. For a moment he simply gazed at the goddess with lusty eyes and heavy breaths, before reaching his right hand out to tangle his fingers into her hair just above the back of her neck. His grip tightened and twisted just enough to tug firmly at her scalp, and he used that leverage to pull her towards him, rather keen at this moment on bringing their lips together.... although, pausing just before making contact, in hopes of teasing her back at least a bit.
Re: Part 1
Dehaljadrun watched Evan's expressions keenly, pleased that he could not keep the pleasure off his face anymore. And, gods, those sounds. Mmmmm. She was practically vibrating with pleasure, little tremors shaking her body all the way through. There was an intensity to her thrusts, an ferocious desire to continue, but then she felt Evan's fingers in her hair and air escaped her mouth in surprise. She looked at him with skeptical frustration, especially as he started to move her mouth to his.
A flash of the moment that Evan walked up and kissed her in Xavier body poured into Dehaljadrun as he continued to pull her, enjoying the memory deeply, but she wasn't in that body anymore. The goddess looked down at Evan's lips briefly, before turning a lusty gaze on him again, unable to hide the fact that she enjoyed the sight of his parted lips so much she almost forgot his fingers in her hair.
Truth was, it had been a long time since anyone had kissed her. It certainly wasn't something she sought out herself, and the men she enthralled were always a bit too... preoccupied with the rest of her. Sure, she frequently kissed men while in other bodies, and she often kissed other parts of the body, but this was something else entirely. And yet, she couldn't force herself to pull away. Between continuing to pulse inside of Evan and tilting her head so his hand pulled her hair harder, Dehaljadrun couldn't think straight, and something about those lips was strangely appealing to her.
As she finally reached near enough that she could nearly already feel his lips on hers, she leaned forward, but Evan backed away slightly. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. It was bad enough that she hadn't resisted it in the first place, and now he knew she wanted it, at least there at the last moment. Shit.
Angrily, she thrust into his ass--hard--a few more times and then frustratedly closed the distance between their lips, her teeth immediately biting his lower lip. She moaned softly into his lips, completely intoxicated as she reached around to drag her finger in small circles around the center of his back. His skin seemed to glow with how much desire was in him, and Dehaljadrun could not pull it out of him faster than it replenished itself. She drank from his deep, deep well of desire and was nearly overcome. The kiss deepened, and she ran her tongue around the edge of his lower lip, her hands pressing against his hips on either side.
A flash of the moment that Evan walked up and kissed her in Xavier body poured into Dehaljadrun as he continued to pull her, enjoying the memory deeply, but she wasn't in that body anymore. The goddess looked down at Evan's lips briefly, before turning a lusty gaze on him again, unable to hide the fact that she enjoyed the sight of his parted lips so much she almost forgot his fingers in her hair.
Truth was, it had been a long time since anyone had kissed her. It certainly wasn't something she sought out herself, and the men she enthralled were always a bit too... preoccupied with the rest of her. Sure, she frequently kissed men while in other bodies, and she often kissed other parts of the body, but this was something else entirely. And yet, she couldn't force herself to pull away. Between continuing to pulse inside of Evan and tilting her head so his hand pulled her hair harder, Dehaljadrun couldn't think straight, and something about those lips was strangely appealing to her.
As she finally reached near enough that she could nearly already feel his lips on hers, she leaned forward, but Evan backed away slightly. Fuuuuuuuuuuuuuck. It was bad enough that she hadn't resisted it in the first place, and now he knew she wanted it, at least there at the last moment. Shit.
Angrily, she thrust into his ass--hard--a few more times and then frustratedly closed the distance between their lips, her teeth immediately biting his lower lip. She moaned softly into his lips, completely intoxicated as she reached around to drag her finger in small circles around the center of his back. His skin seemed to glow with how much desire was in him, and Dehaljadrun could not pull it out of him faster than it replenished itself. She drank from his deep, deep well of desire and was nearly overcome. The kiss deepened, and she ran her tongue around the edge of his lower lip, her hands pressing against his hips on either side.
Re: Part 1
The goddess' expression as Evan pulled her slowly closer was delightful. He could practically taste her already, her wanting and uncertainty tumbling together. It hadn't been what he'd anticipated, but he couldn't say he was disappointed with the response in the slightest. If anything, it was pretty fucking thrilling, especially when she tilted her head, and, he could swear, added just a tiny bit of masochism into the mix. Fuuuck yes. Some part of his brain had noticed Xavier's head pulling against his grip similarly before, but, well, he hadn't really had time to parse the implications at that particular moment. Right now, he could savor it, letting it line the edges of the pleasure her cock poured into him, and gods, it was delicious.
And then, ahh, yesss, she leaned towards him there at the end, and Evan couldn't stop himself from smirking as a soft, rather pleased-sounding breath escaped his lips. He might say she got back at him plenty promptly, though, as she amped up the ferocity of her thrusts and forced a heavy groan from within him, his eyes falling shut and her lips closing the distance before he had time to recollect himself. But, gods could he ever not find it in himself to complain right now.
Moans spilled from each of them into each other, as Evan enjoyed the feeling of her teeth on his lip, not to mention the finger starting to trace a circle on his back. Nnng, it was tempting to lose himself here, as his mind swam happily in all the heat and elation and bliss in this moment. Their lips and tongues and teeth danced with each other, and Evan's hand in her hair relaxed and re-tightened and twisted throughout, all while his body trembled and arched and enveloped her happily, greedily, desperately with each and every thrust.
Fuck, he was losing himself here.
And he just wasn't finding the motivation to claw his way back.
And then, ahh, yesss, she leaned towards him there at the end, and Evan couldn't stop himself from smirking as a soft, rather pleased-sounding breath escaped his lips. He might say she got back at him plenty promptly, though, as she amped up the ferocity of her thrusts and forced a heavy groan from within him, his eyes falling shut and her lips closing the distance before he had time to recollect himself. But, gods could he ever not find it in himself to complain right now.
Moans spilled from each of them into each other, as Evan enjoyed the feeling of her teeth on his lip, not to mention the finger starting to trace a circle on his back. Nnng, it was tempting to lose himself here, as his mind swam happily in all the heat and elation and bliss in this moment. Their lips and tongues and teeth danced with each other, and Evan's hand in her hair relaxed and re-tightened and twisted throughout, all while his body trembled and arched and enveloped her happily, greedily, desperately with each and every thrust.
Fuck, he was losing himself here.
And he just wasn't finding the motivation to claw his way back.
Re: Part 1
The goddess felt the pleasure and desperation flooding Evan's mind and body, his sensations combining and mirroring her own as she thrust into him and enjoyed the sensation of consuming his desire from the innermost place in him. Gods, this was delicious, and her body wanted everything Evan had to offer. Surely she could amp up her play with him? She felt him falling, but there was something very different between the way Evan was giving in and the thrall state. She couldn't quite put her finger on it. There seemed to be layers to this one, and even if the first layer gave in, the others would resist her. Mmmmmmmmm. The thought sent a ripple of pleasure through her body, which momentarily thickened her cock within Evan as she pulled it out enough that only the tip remained in.
Dehaljadrun hesitated there for another moment, pushing slightly into Evan to tease him and watch his reaction. Her finger continued to circle that place on his back. Just when she thought he might try to take back control from her, Dehaljadrun put her whole hand on his back, sending a sensation similar to the lightning restraints. If Evan reacted well to it or at least withstood it without completely collapsing, she would do it again. And, maybe, even, again.
She shook her hips from side to side slightly and reached around her own back to press her hand on the same place she was touching Evan, sending an obvious shock through her body at the same time as the last shock she thought he could take, at least for now, and also finally thrust once more deeply, deeply into Evan, drinking in the full sensations of his pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain with her cock and it swelled and threatened to release all the pleasure she had accumulated.
Dehaljadrun hesitated there for another moment, pushing slightly into Evan to tease him and watch his reaction. Her finger continued to circle that place on his back. Just when she thought he might try to take back control from her, Dehaljadrun put her whole hand on his back, sending a sensation similar to the lightning restraints. If Evan reacted well to it or at least withstood it without completely collapsing, she would do it again. And, maybe, even, again.
She shook her hips from side to side slightly and reached around her own back to press her hand on the same place she was touching Evan, sending an obvious shock through her body at the same time as the last shock she thought he could take, at least for now, and also finally thrust once more deeply, deeply into Evan, drinking in the full sensations of his pleasure and pain, pleasure and pain with her cock and it swelled and threatened to release all the pleasure she had accumulated.