Written Wonderland

Evan's hips bucked towards the goddess when she didn't thrust back into him, and he let out a growl as he pulled back from her lips to toss her a glare. The fingers in her hair twisted firmly and tugged to the side slightly, aiming to force another awkward head-tilt in some small sense of retribution. Teasing was not exactly his favorite thing, and he'd been getting pretty damn close.

His eyes studied her expression, curious about her state and intentions. Some part of him hoped desperately that she had just wanted to get a rise out of him before carrying on fucking his brains out, but the likelihood of that was fading with each passing moment that her hips remained still. Meanwhile, small shivers continued to run down his back as the goddess kept up her circles on his skin. She wasn't quite on the right spot for this, but her motions were definitely reminding him of the wavy circular tattoo by his right shoulder blade, in amongst his dragon's wingtips. It had been quite a while since he'd had opportunity at a mirror to see it, but he could still feel the shape fairly keenly-- or, maybe more... the frequency of it, he supposed. Which the goddess' fingertip was matching perfectly. But, ugh, pleasant as that was - and it was - it wasn't nearly satisfying enough to distract him from the yearning ache in his groin and his gut.

He was just to the point of considering throwing the goddess off him again, follow through on those notions he'd had to fuck at his pace, when the goddess pressed her whole palm against his back, and subsequently a shock went through him.

The first split second he was surprised, and let out a cry that was a bit higher-pitched than he'd have liked. He cut it off quickly and sublimated it to another growl by gritting his teeth, though shortly after that he was leaning up to clamp his teeth instead into where the goddess' neck and shoulder met, just beside the marks she had kept from before. He dug in firmly and sucked and licked hungrily at the spot, far from concerned in this particular moment whether it would be too much-- especially as another shock went through him, prompting another primal growl against the goddess' flesh as the muscles in his body tensed along with the sensation passing through him.

Once he was coming down from that particular wave, he decided to go ahead and make an honest-to-god attempt to throw her, his feet planting firmly into the ground to get his hips into it, and the hand in the goddess' hair releasing it to move to her shoulder to shove. But he'd only just positioned himself and started to engage those muscles when yet another shock coursed through him, and his mid-maneuver position was not so easy to ride the current out in. The elbow still resting on the ground gave out and his jaw released from the goddess' skin as he flopped down onto his back again, his middfriff arching up through the sensation.

His eyes quickly returned to the goddess' face, intending to toss her a determined expression as he rode this one out, but then he pieced together her arm behind her back, and the way that her body was tensing nearly in sync with his, and lust twisted at his brow as his lips let out a heavy sigh. He was grateful as shit when she finally thrust into him again, only for frustration and even a shade of almost panic to well up from deep in his gut when she stopped again inside him. He could swear she felt close-- he wasn't sure what would happen after that, and he wasn't ready for this to be over.

He reached up to dig his nails into the goddess' back, and his legs shifted to prioritize hugging her hips again over keeping his feet on the ground. His eyes glared at her with burning glints of both frustration and desperation, his mind cycling a bit disorientedly between wanting to issue a demand and wanting to outright beg. When he did finally speak up, his voice was a growl that held exactly the same mixture of emotions as was apparent all over his face.

"Fuck. Me."

Uhhhhhhhh, his hands in her hair. She wished he would pull even harder.

The angle he had her head at, however, did force her to acknowledge that half a dozen of the demons under her protection had likely heard the sounds coming from the meadow and had arrived near the edge of the treeline, somewhat camoflauged into the scenery, their black and purple bodies bare and hungry. Though they were all different shapes and sizes, most of them were larger than the typical man, and they all had similar patterning over their skin. They knew better than to interrupt anything Dehaljadrun did, and perhaps in tribute, made their own enjoyment of the scene apparent in their minds. They, like her, were well accustomed to feeding on desire.

The sight of the demons pleased her greatly, and their tribute to her did not go unnoticed as her pride swelled enormously. And why not let them enjoy this? Why not continue putting on a show, their own hunger and desire escalating so she might feed off them, too? Good gods, she loved this part.

The circular way in which Evan's desire fed into his frustration, which then fed back into his desire was one of the most intoxicating tastes Dehaljadrun had ever experienced. As much as it made her own cock throb in desire for release, she did not want this to end. Not at all. Especially not now that they had spectators.

"Be careful what you wish for," she said near his ear, having only just recovered from the shock she gave herself and still out of breath. She grasped his cock quite firmly in one hand and rubbed his foreskin up and down his own shaft, her speed accelerating steadily. Simultaneously, she continued once again to thrust into him, matching the speed and depth of her hand perfectly.

As his pleasure continued to mount, Dehaljadrun drank deeply, breathing in his breath, nibbling his throat, grasping at his chest and tattoos with her other hand and nails, pressing in deep enough to draw little crescent moons of blood, which she promptly licked up, making sure he saw his blood on her tongue as she raised her head. By this point, Dehaljadrun's intense desire was absolutely plain on her face, her body swelling with all the sensation, Evan's pleasure so present all over his skin. Her cock swelled and swelled and swelled until she could not handle it anymore--and certainly did want to--as her hot cum poured into his ass and her whole body shuddered. She poured her pleasure into Evan at the same time, allowing all of it to swirl inside his mind so he knew exactly how much she wanted all this, how much she enjoyed feeding off his frustration, anger, shame, and desire.

After the shudders subsided only a moment later, Dehaljadrun kept going, slower but speeding up steadily again, watching Evan's expression with gritted teeth, lusty glare completely over taking her face as her swollen breasts also responded to her continued thrusting.

((OOC: Option for Familiar to be watching somewhere, too, though she probably has less respect for Dehaljadrun.))

Evan shuddered as the goddess murmured in his ear, his lips letting out something of a shaky sigh. He loved hearing her breathlessness coming down from the pain of the shock, and the content of her murmur certainly wasn't without effect. His brain started formulating a comment about threatening him with a good time, but the instant she grabbed his cock, forming words was promptly stricken from the priority list as he let out a loud moan instead. His hips happily bucked in time with the rhythm of her hand and her cock, while his hands trailed down the goddess' back so his nails could dig in further down on either side of her spine, and then languorously trail their way back up.

He sighed happily and turned his head to the side as she nibbled at his throat, and gasped as her nails bit into his skin. Absolutely none of it sounded like a complaint in the slightest. His eyes met hers as she pulled back from licking his skin, and his tongue ran over the back of his bottom lip, images of pulling her back into a kiss before she swallowed running through his mind.

Some part of him felt some kind of shame or embarrassment or possibly even fear at the thought, but fuck if that part wasn’t buried deep by this point. Even so, he didn’t follow through - partly because his own nails dug in deep to the skin over the goddess’ shoulder blades - not quite breaking her skin, but thinking about it, and a little bit stuck where they were as a result - and partly because between the hastening motions of their hips and the elation from the goddess’ nibbles and nicks and fucking delicious lick, Evan was getting pretty fucking lost in the heat of it all again.

His head tossed back against the ground, and his eyes let themselves lose focus. He was getting real fucking close, and found himself momentarily terrified she might stop again. He didn’t know what the fuck he’d do if she did, and his mind oscillated a little jarringly between Don’t you fucking dare-- and Please, please, please don’t stop. Maybe in hopes that it’d deter her from cutting this short, or maybe just because he was so swept up in it all, he groaned out her name - “Dehaljadrunnn…!” - while his legs pressed that much more firmly around her hips, and his nails reached lower on her back before digging in again, like they were mostly just trying to pull her closer to him, desperately.

It wasn’t long after that that she shuddered while deep inside him, and Evan cried out as he tensed around her and shifted his hips, finding just the right spot to feel her twitching inside of him and send himself over that edge as well. At first it was just going to be a pleasant marvelous swell and descent as he found that point of peak pleasure and relief, but then it was elongated and intensified as thoughts of all the myriad emotions he’d felt that night flooded through him, with the deep understanding that the goddess had savored every single one. That part of him that was buried deep down right now managed to burn his cheeks with blush - not that they weren’t already fairly pinkened just from the activity at hand, but this deeper red had a pretty distinctive quality. Every part of him that was truly conscious in this moment, though - if any part of him could be said to be ‘conscious’ just then, really - was nearly drowning in bliss and elation and even gratitude, honestly glad to have pleased the goddess this much. Gods, if this could be one’s purpose in life, who could possibly want any other?

He managed to pull himself out of that after a moment, though, once his cock was done twitching and his cum had settled over the goddess’ hand and his stomach. Not that this wasn’t fantastic, but he was able to remind himself that he did have a camp to return to, soldiers to lead, and a goddamn revolution to finish. He was here earning Mizu’s men back, with every intention of returning to her himself in one piece.

The captain gasped and lifted his head to glare at the goddess when she started her motions again, a groan escaping through gritted teeth as his hips instinctively shifted away from her hand, insofar as they were able. His ass didn’t so much mind movement picking up again - not at all, really - but her hand on his cock was a lot just then, and his muscles were visibly tensed, his eyes sporting the same sort of determined seething as they’d held while he weathered her shocks through his body before. Some part of him was impressed that she was ready to continue fucking him, but he supposed he really shouldn’t be - she was a fucking god, after all, and not to mention, she had just warned him to be careful what he wished for; it seemed likely enough this was at least part of what she’d meant. As such, he was determined as fuck to withstand it. The nails of his right hand dragged themselves deeply up the goddess’ back and towards her neck before his fingers readjusted to grasp at her hair, aiming to once again bring her lips to his.

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Perched on a tree branch above some of the demons watching was a little fox-like critter, its thick soft cyan-colored fur nearly glowing. Maisie often enjoyed venturing into Dehaljadrun’s domain - in no small part for shows like these. She nearly vibrated with pleasure on her little tree branch, loving the sights and sounds and energies of the goddess and the enraptured man beneath her. She was so pleased she'd chosen to come visit today!

The faerie toyed with the idea of prancing over and catching the man’s gaze, especially since he seemed more or less oblivious to the fact that he and the goddess were being watched, but she wasn’t sure if or to what extent that might perturb the goddess in this instance. The demons were of course respectfully keeping their distance, though Maisie didn’t necessarily take that to mean much; they held a reverence for the goddess that the faerie couldn’t quite muster. She was fond enough of Dehaljadrun, and certainly recognized the wisdom in yielding to the goddess in her own domain, but Maisie was also known to push her luck just a little bit. All in good fun, really.

The fox-like creature did let out a soft sort of chirpy purr as the man beneath Dehaljadrun cried out in pleasure. Mmmm, delicioussss. Though, some part of her thought, it might’ve been even tastier if he’d been denied that relief. Eeeeheheheheheeee. Ooh, oohhhhh! But the goddess was continuing, and excitement ran over the creature’s back, sending a visible shiver through her fur. She hopped down from her tree branch and took a few small steps into the clearing towards the goddess and her… hmm, not-quite-thrall? He was certainly different from the others, in ways Maisie had difficulty parsing out. Which, of course, just made her all the more curious.

The faerie stopped just a few steps in, and playfully rolled over onto her back, exposing the whiter fur on her stomach while her large bushy tail swished back and forth over the ground behind her. Her large black eyes gazed curiously at Dehaljadrun, waiting patiently for the goddess to glance her way. Or not. She was currently more or less directly behind the man, so he’d have to arch himself back to get much of a glimpse; she figured that ought to be still out of the way enough to be inoffensive. Though, she might grow even bolder soon if the goddess didn’t seem to mind.

Despite desperately wanting to keep control of the situation, Evan's mental pleading moments before he came kept swimming in her mind, and his nails on her back offered a pleasant sting all the way down her spinal cord. The way he had practically growled her name certainly hadn't hurt matters either, though she understood it as a way to prevent her from stopping at the time. 
 
She had felt him veer dangerously into thrall territory at the moment his cum washed over her hand, but he came back out of it promptly, and she had to admit she was initially terrified but later pleasantly impressed. The thought of him being stuck here with her without agency was simultaneously revolting and enticing, but she firmly reminded herself that she needed him to go to the land of the dead, and he needed to be in one piece for that trip. Not to mention that the first night wasn't even over yet. 
 
The way Evan tensed and attempted to shift away from her hand gave her all the resolve she needed to climb back up out of her own pleasure spiral enough to keep going. She bit her bottom lip hard, both to increase her own awareness of the situation--pain was a great method for that--and because her cock, too, ached in pain as she kept moving within Evan's ass. 
 
Switching the hand that held Evan's cock, Dehaljadrun pulled back from Evan, well aware this would pull her hair harder but that he would probably let go eventually based on how immersed he was, as he tried to kiss her--that was not going to go well if she wanted to keep herself above water--and brought the hand covered in cum closer to her lips. She looked at it languidly, knowing that the anticipation would drive Evan mad. Sitting up again brought Dehaljadrun's attention to the demons on the edge of the meadow again, their hunger so palpable, and then, out of her peripheral vision, she noticed the fox creature was back again. Oh, this was going to be fun. 
 
Dehaljadrun then started moving the hand on Evan’s cock more dedicatedly; he’d had enough recovery time, right? Based on his expression and the frustration plain in his mind, she would say no. Good. Continuing to stare at her hand, she brought it even closer to her own lips to distract Evan so she might make a slight nod and a slighter smile in the fox creature’s direction as if to say, yes, I see you, little one. You may come nearer, doing everything she could to keep Evan from realizing that something had changed, though, if he did notice, she would greatly enjoy drinking in his reactions.
 
The goddess reached her tongue out until it was only millimeters away from tasting the fluid of Evan’s body and joining it with what she had already swallowed of his blood, when she promptly dropped her hand and wiped it across Evan’s chest, back and forth slowly, before maneuvering herself so she could press her breasts onto exactly that place and move them around as well, her hardened nipples dragging across his now wet skin. Her hips moved steadily, pushing her cock into his ass as it continued to pulse with pain, her hand still gliding up and down his cum-covered cock underneath her. She let out a moan then, the throbbing of her cock finally catching up with her self-control, at least for that moment.
 
After a few moments of that delicious position, Dehaljadrun sat up and pulled out of Evan’s ass abruptly, her hand still moving on his cock. She laughed deeply but quietly in her throat, the sound conveying exactly how much she knew Evan was fully in her grasp. Then, studying him with devilish glee, she ran a finger along his neck, and in doing so, placed a lightning band there but did not connect it to anything.

Evan was irritated when the goddess resisted being drawn into a kiss, though he did his best to keep his irritation under wraps - or at least to make it seem like it was still just about the hand on his sensitive cock, which certainly wasn't nothing. He kept his fingers stubbornly in her hair anyway, and focused on finding pleasure in watching her tug away from his grip and start to bring her fingers towards her mouth-- not to mention the feeling of her own cock still moving inside of him. All those things did make the discomfort of her hand on his cock more bearable - close to pleasurable, actually, as enduring discomfort wasn't exactly a negative in the way his brain tended to frame these things. It was sometimes a bit harder to frame this specific sensation that way, but it was getting easier to with every millimeter closer that his cum on the goddess' fingers drew to her lips.

He watched with heavy anticipation, his fingers still gripping tightly in her hair, and his lungs breathing slowly and purposefully through the sensations her hand and her cock slathered inside his gut and pumped up his spine. Some part of his brain did register that she seemed to be looking at something behind him, but there just wasn't enough bandwidth to wonder what or why.

He was certainly caught off-guard, to say the least, when the goddess abruptly shifted her hand's trajectory, and he grunted as he pulled his eyes shut in a meager attempt to hide or at least mitigate his display of embarrassment and disgust (and... other things). The warm thick liquid stung slightly where it found remnants of the crescent nicks from the goddess' nails, and soon the weight of her hand was replaced with the weight of her breasts, eliciting a soft, excited breath from his lips. His mind swam in the sensations of her nipples drawing lines along his skin as her breasts ran over his chest, mopping up cum onto her own flesh as well; of her cock still sliding in and out of him, constantly working to drag his mind back down again into bliss; of her hand still gripping and stroking him, by now holding his nerves on a pretty fucking confusing tipping point between recoil and elation.

The desire to kiss her once more welled, but he wasn't keen on being resisted a second time in a row there. Instead he finally released her hair and pushed himself back up onto his elbows, aiming to clamp his teeth down on the goddess' neck again, but only just in time for her to sit up out of reach and pull out of him, drawing out a frustrated growl as he opened his eyes to toss her yet another glare. Especially since she didn't let up with her hand, only just removed from him the things that were helping to make it bearable. Ughhhh. It'd circle back around to simply pleasurable on its own eventually, but her motions weren't exactly speeding that process up. The finger on his neck felt pleasant at least, though a swell of fear and excitement hit him as he registered the light from another lightning band flickering into place. He swallowed, mentally starting to brace himself for potentially quite a ride, if her interests were in shocks and overstimulation right now. A part of him was certainly experiencing some amount of fear at the prospect, but there was also a glint in his eye that said loud and clear: Bring it on.

Something distracted him, though-- a light touch against his arm startled him, drawing his gaze to the side as he pushed himself further upright and to the side, now leaning on one arm with its palm on the ground beside him, while his other was raised on the other side prepared to bat whatever away if needed. It took his brain a second to catch up and actually process the thing that had touched him; it mostly looked like a fox cub, if he had to classify it, but it was a pretty fucking unnatural-looking shade of blue, and its eyes were entirely black, somewhat obfuscating exactly where its gaze was pointed. With the distance away it was from him, he was pretty sure it'd touched him with the tip of its tail, while it seemed to be sauntering towards the goddess. It flopped down next to the goddess' knee and rolled onto its back with its head facing Evan, and he could swear it tossed him an uncanny smile.

That prompted him to shift his attention farther out - even if it was really fucking difficult to venture far from the hand on his cock - and his eyes widened as he registered the other figures around the clearing, watching. Ugh, in a different context, knowing they'd had an audience might've swelled him with pride, but with the particular activities they'd been engaging in, and especially with Evan having spent quite a fucking lot of time on his back, the captain's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and resentment for the impressions he now worried their audience - whatever they were - had been forming.

With that thought, his eyes flashed darkly back to the goddess, and he decisively shifted his weight to lunge forward, his hand aiming for her neck and his body really fucking hoping it'd be able to finally knock her off balance since he was at least starting from a point of more leverage this time. She did still have his cock, but he aimed his trajectory knowing that, and would find it perfectly acceptable for her to still have it in her grip when they landed; just as long as he could have her on her back, with his fingers around her throat.

((OOC: Aaaaaaas ever, his success can vary lol, just as long as he's treated as making a really fucking earnest and decisive attempt :3 ))

Dehaljadrun felt the challenge present in Evan's mind in response to the lightning band, and it thrilled her, sending short vertical waves of sensation through the center of her body. Oomph, she wanted him again. Badly. And she wanted to flick the band around his neck to respond to his daring glances and was about to do exactly that when the fox creature's tail brushed his arm. To the goddess' surprise, she felt the tail across her own arm even though the fox creature had not actually touched her. Dehaljadrun was very familiar with mentally experiencing another's pleasure, but this was... the light touch of the tail sent a full, undulating wave of pleasure vertically through the goddess' body, which--due to her surprise--she utterly failed to hide, and Dehaljadrun was almost certain the fox creature realized it, though she was grateful for the fact that Evan seemed thoroughly preoccupied by the demons. Some part of her was frustrated that she could not fully relish in the delicious embarrassment sinking into Evan at the idea of an audience, but this new experience... 

It was then that Evan lunged forward, throwing her already-confused body to the ground underneath him. Fortunately, she did have enough time to loop a finger underneath the lightning band around Evan's neck and pull gently as her back hit the cold ground, releasing it with a small snap and experiencing both Evan's outward and inward reactions such that it was everything Dehaljadrun could do to prevent her own body from convulsing, even without a linked band around her neck. Her own visceral reaction to Evan's shock was easily twice if not three times as intense as what she felt in his mind, and that part can't have had anything to do with the fox creature. Then it hit her. She was enjoying that Evan had overpowered her. She was--once again--underneath him and prone in a way that so few of the men she grappled with ever managed or even attempted. While the initial realization of this made her eyes flutter back in her head--significantly amplified by the pressure Evan's hand was holding on her neck--Dehaljadrun was furious. Did he think he could just do this to a god? Apparently. Arrogant brat. Some part of her, some very present, very demanding part of her, was begging her not to struggle, not to even push back, to let him take her and take her again... No. 

Reminding herself that she still very much had a hand on his cock--nngmph--she began stroking faster than she had before, metering out that last little bit of oversensitized pain out of him before it faded back altogether and traded itself for pure pleasure. His cum glided deliciously under her fingers, and suddenly she was disappointed she hadn't tasted it. Pulling up her unoccupied hand again, Dehaljadrun wasted no time in putting her still-wet index fingertip into her mouth and sucking on it, letting the taste of Evan's arousal roll around on her tongue as she mentally sent Evan the image of him licking some of his own cum, complete with everything she now knew about how it tasted as if he were also tasting it with her. She watched his expression eagerly, drinking each little drop of his potential frustration, embarrassment, and pleasure. The goddess suddenly wanted desperately to bite Evan, to sink her teeth straight into his neck and again taste the flesh there--her breasts swelling almost painfully with the thought--but his hand around her neck stopped her, and she growled deeply, knowing he would feel the vibrations in his hand, and pushed her index finger deeper into her mouth.

Nnnnng, the feeling of the goddess' back hitting the ground was exquisite. A chill ran down Evan's own back, while his fingers flexed their grip on the goddess' throat - not enough to restrict airflow or any meaningful amount of blood, but just enough to threaten at the latter. He only had a split-second to revel in it before the goddess released the lightning band with a snap back against his neck, but that was more than enough. By the time the pain of the shock was coursing through him, tensing his muscles and lighting up his nerves, his mindset had already changed significantly. His teeth still gritted through the sensation and his throat still let out a growl, but the tone of the growl was more sinister than frustrated, and his lips were grinning nearly ear to ear. Did it hurt? Yes. Was it anything he couldn't endure? No, not by a long shot, and in this new frame of mind, that made him feel powerful. Watching as the body of the goddess beneath him writhed certainly didn't hurt, though it piqued his curiosity somewhat. Was she experiencing it too even without giving herself a band? Was she just that fucking into knowing what Evan was experiencing? Heh, or did she just like the hand on her throat that much? Some combination thereof?

He did wince slightly when she started stroking him again, but it was much easier to endure in this new headspace. In fact, once he settled into the sensation, it really wasn't so bad. Maybe his nerves were mostly recovered at this point; maybe this new headspace simply parsed the sensation differently; or maybe the new headspace had just helped speed his recovery along. The nuances of those possibilities were not really something that captured the captain's curiosity, especially as the goddess caught his attention by once again starting to bring a cum-covered finger closer to her lips, this time getting more directly to the point and actually following through. Uuunf.

He ran his tongue along the back of his lower lip once again, his gaze heavy with lust as he watched the goddess watching him. It wasn't hard to pull up an image of the captain licking his cum from his own fingers after getting himself off, which did manage to elicit some embarrassment. Most of it was just centered around being reminded that the goddess still had the power to dig through his brain and pull shit like that up (assuming it was her, but he was pretty sure it was), though yes, there was also a twinge of feeling embarrassed about the act itself as well, but it was mostly easy for him to brush over. Heh, especially when he heard and felt her growl, and an excited tingle ran up his arm and over his back at the thought that she wanted to do something that this hand on her throat prevented. He grinned again, and leaned down to lick the skin of the goddess' breast and taste the cum that had transferred there from his chest. After withdrawing his tongue briefly, he opened his jaw wider and bit down over a good chunk of her flesh, sucking on it and rolling his tongue over it again to savor every last remnant of salty fluid from the spot.

While his mouth entertained itself there, the fingers on the goddess' throat tightened again, this time following through on restricting bloodflow a non-negligible amount, at least as far as a normal human body would've been concerned. Evan wasn't entirely sure to what extent the goddess' body would function similarly, but it wouldn't hurt to try and see what happens, in any case. He wasn't aiming to make her pass out or anything, just waiting a moment to see how she responded to the increased pressure, his hand and his ears both attentive as fuck for her responses even as he enjoyed the taste and the feel of her breast in his mouth.

The fox creature next to the goddess and the man had rolled back over onto her stomach and nuzzled her nose between her paws while she continued to watch, her tail swishing excitedly behind her and shivers visibly running back through her fur. Not that either of the beings next to her seemed to take much notice, but that was perfectly fine. This was already so much more fun than playing with the blindfolded ones. Granted, she hadn't gotten much chance to interact with them while the goddess was present, but that didn't seem to be the only difference here. Either way, Maisie was already having a blast.

The captain's pleasure from being back in control--or at least, having more control--of the situation drastically debilitated Dehaljadrun as she attempted to gather herself. His sinister grin, his growl, his strange enjoyment of the shock she sent through him all derailed her own thoughts significantly. And though she could tell there was still some oversensitivity in his cock, he seemed to enjoy that in much the same way, and while part of her was greatly frustrated by that, another part of her sent waves of utter bliss through her entire body until any kind of resistance against Evan required a godlike effort. And, in her currently split mindset about the situation... that wasn't going to happen unless she savored and pooled up her own frustration. 

At least she did embarrass him somewhat by pulling on his memories, though she didn't expect him to actually lick his cum off her. That, on top of the bite on her breast, sent ever larger waves of pleasure over her until she was positive she was underwater. The throbbing sensation of her heartbeat in her throat against his hand, which became progressively tighter, made her breath pitch and gasp with pleasure she could not hope to hide. Some distant part of her thought that perhaps she should begin be be afraid of this captain, but Dehaljadrun reminded herself that he was, in fact, mortal, and that there was no lasting damage he could possibly do to her. Though, at this point, she was nearly ready to dare him to try. 

A flash of cyan at the goddess' side reminded her she had completely forgotten about the fox creature beside them, which then also reminded her of the demons, who were still watching from edge of the meadow. They, at the very least, could sense the goddess' pleasure at being restricted in this way, and given that this had never happened before, Dehaljadrun could feel a variety of reactions from them. Some of them dipped deeper into their own pleasure in watching, some of them grew somewhat indignant at the goddess' inability to recover herself, and some of them held desires to intervene on her behalf, but the goddess used some of the feeble strength she had left--which was still a fair amount considering her godhood--to send out a very clear message that no demon should interfere. She sent no such message to the fox creature, though Dehaljadrun still filed her away as a wild card given the strange reaction she had had to her tail against Evan's arm. The goddess thought about sending her away, but that part of Dehaljadrun so keen on sabotaging her own efforts was convinced that keeping the creature around would be fun, so Dehaljadrun left the matter where it was. 

Besides, she needed to do something to Evan. Maybe even--and all parts of her mind were in agreement and grinned maliciously about this thought--something to push him further into this sinister persona he seemed to be pulling up in himself. If it was partly the initial shock that did it...

Dehaljadrun took her hand off his cock--and some irritating part of her hoped he would immediately put it elsewhere--eagerly awaiting the sounds of either his relief or frustration. Then, she brought both her hands to his chest under his collarbone and sent a more intense shock to him from her hands. She braced herself for this one--mostly too distracted by the bliss already in her body--and pulled out of his experience of the shock enough that this one did not affect her, but his physical reactions certainly did. Then, she looped two fingers under the band around his throat, pulled, let a moment of anticipation linger, and let go, sending an even more intense shock through his body as she could not help but thrust her awareness deeply into his mind and his experience of it so it coursed through her body as well, mirroring his reactions and sending herself even deeper into the waters of her bliss. Some tiny remnant of her consciousness hoped dearly that Evan's convulsions at least would convince the demons that--gods damn it--she could handle herself, though so much of her, unfortunately, did not want to. 

Evan's tight hand around her throat began to make her vision go the tiniest bit black at the edges, aided, surely, but the severity of the previous shock, but she could not, in any way, find it in herself to complain. This, she decided, was, by far, the best type of supplication she had ever, ever experienced.

Feeling the goddess' heartbeat through his fingers against her neck; hearing her gasp in pleasure; revelling in the sensation of her hand on his cock. Evan was already losing himself again, though the timbre of this instance was closer to when he'd run his hands over his body at the negotiation than when the goddess had her cock inside him a few moments before. He could feel the goddess sinking, and the rhythm of her own lostness swam through his head, but not in a way that threatened to pull him down. He was, presently, rather safely afloat, and deeply enjoying riding atop the waves that ebbed and flowed beneath him, while his fingers continued to press into her throat and his teeth continued to gnaw at her breast, rather intent on leaving marks.

In a way he was surprised at this headspace and the accompanying sensations, as usually this afloat feeling was much further up, more like soaring through the sky. Not that riding the water's surface was unpleasant, though, and he also didn't exactly have bandwidth to parse much about the state while he was experiencing it. Especially since the rhythm went and changed on him, drawing his attention.

It started with her hand leaving his cock, which the captain responded to with something like a hum against her breast, his jaw still thoroughly latched into her skin. It was hard to say whether the sound was relief or frustration, or even possibly simply pleasure. Evan himself couldn't immediately identify it, and before his brain had any further chance to contemplate that, the goddess' hands were against his chest. Very briefly, they felt warm-- and then they felt sharp.

The captain finally released his jaw as a surprised and pained cry escaped his lips. His fingers further tightened their grip on the goddess' throat as he groaned through yet another shock, his mind focusing on keeping his arms as stable as he could while he let everything else in his body tense and buck as needed while the sensation made its way through him. The expression he tossed to the goddess as the shock subsided and he caught his breath was a potent mixture of angry daggers and joyful exhilaration, both of which only intensified when the goddess slipped her fingers beneath the lightning band on his throat again and then let them both bask in that moment of anticipation before she let it snap.

The captain growled ferociously as this shock hit him, his muscles still hot and fatigued from the last one, and the intensity of this one having been ramped up yet another notch. The arm holding him up wasn't able to brace through this one, and he somewhat clumsily fell down onto his elbow rather than holding himself up with his palm. But even through his own tensing and thrashing, he could feel the goddess' body similarly unable to stay still, and he was able to take a hefty dose of both solace and joy in that.

Through it all, his grip on her throat did manage to remain ironclad, and he tightened it even further as he regained agency over his body again, his mind swimming through the aches and the pin-pricks and the exhausted exhilaration that lingered in his muscles after the fact. At this point his grip was getting pretty damn close to what it'd take to rob someone of consciousness, and Evan knew it. Still catching his breath, the captain pushed himself up just enough to catch the goddess' expression, and he smiled that sinister smile as his eyes landed on hers and he immediately recognized that hers were indeed growing just a bit dim. Oh, a mighty debate raged now, of whether to press on or give her a break. How magnificent would it be, to plunge her into darkness, just for a moment? She might enjoy it herself, even. She certainly seemed to be enjoying his grip so far-- unless those shocks were meant to be deterrents? No, that didn't seem right... But as he contemplated, his awareness did spread outwards, parts of his mind noting that perhaps their audience ought not be forgotten.

The strange fuzzy blue critter was still nearer by than Evan would like, though it was rolling around and wiggling rather happily, seemingly a bit lost in something itself. A tad unnerving to the captain, but it struck him as non-threatening enough. The beings around the edge of the clearing were a bit harder for the captain to read, and either just due to interpreting uncertainty pessimistically or whether he was in fact picking up on something, some of them at least seemed a bit less pleased with the situation than the fox creature seemed to be. As much as something in Evan's gut ached to push his luck, he ultimately decided to play it safe here. At least, to some extent.

His fingers released their hold on the goddess' throat, and he shifted back onto his knees momentarily, just long enough for his hands to find the goddess' wrists before leaning back down over her again and pinning her hands up by her head. His teeth wasted no time finding more flesh to bite into, this time on the side of her neck that hadn't seen as much action yet that night, and he bit and licked and sucked and released over and over across her skin, painting the area with fluctuations of pain and pressure and suction as he went.

As the goddess' vision continued to dim, those black edges threatening to cover the field left altogether, Dehaljadrun sank more deeply underwater than she had ever been. No one--certainly no man--had ever had the resolve, let alone the nerve to do something like this, not even... No, even and especially not this far down, she wasn't prepared to make that comparison. As Evan's hand continued to tighten, it became more and more difficult to fight against the voice inside her saying, Sink, sink all the way down. Let the blackness come. Let the darkness fill you, but Dehaljadrun had never been unconscious before and did not even know if it was possible. The threatening veil of blackness over her eyes, however, seemed to indicate that it was. Fascinating. She had no idea what would lay beyond that for her, that darkness of dreams. Despite giving them countless times to men, she had never had any dreams herself. 

But, she was not about to be that fucking prone in front of this man. The arrogant threatening of his sinister grin was finally enough to make the goddess realize how far she had fallen. Fuck. No. She had a precedent to set here. 

Just as she decided on a change of plans, Evan let go of her throat, and blood rushed intoxicatingly up into her head, distracting her yet again such that she allowed him to pin her wrists as he started biting and sucking at her neck. Good gods, it felt good. She imagined what it would feel like for him to actually draw blood from her and then found her resolve teetering on the edge again, threatening to send her back underwater. Her cock throbbed and wanted more use, its hardened length pressing impatiently against Evan's hips. 

Finally, with every ounce of frustration in her body, she clawed her way up onto the shores of her own self-control and leveraged her wrists such that it was possible to throw Evan off balance and carry through with rolling him over by maneuvering her legs such that one was on top of and one was underneath him as she twisted and pushed, making sure Evan fell so he was face down. She righted herself on top of him, and her newly freed hands both came down over Evan's throat to secure the lightning band to the ground. Now, if he moved his head, he would receive a shock. She left his arms and legs free, hoping she might watch him fruitlessly struggle against her. 

With her cock pressing into the flesh above his ass, Dehaljadrun leaned down to whisper in his ear, "You have no idea the trouble you've gotten yourself into." Upon finishing her statement, the goddess bit down hard in the place where Evan's shoulders met his neck on the right side, biting hard enough to draw blood. Then, Dehaljadrun began sucking on that spot in earnest, the blood trickling into her mouth and down her throat as she pulled at him, biting again when the blood flow threatened to stop. The goddess enjoyed not only the metallic taste of the blood but also all the pleasure, tension, frustration, confusion, fear, and desire that came along with it. Evan's blood was potent with his desires, both for her and for others, and she drank them all in, her own vision growing dark again with the reddish tint of pure and utter bliss. He tasted so good, and she could feel all the ways in which he had been marinating in his own sexual tension for so long, never reaching any sustained relief. That feeling, at least, was familiar to her. 

After a few moments, Dehaljadrun pulled her mouth away from Evan's neck and collapsed for a moment on his back, her breathing exceptionally heavy as she collected herself. Knowing he couldn't move, she took her time, putting one finger underneath the lightning loop and releasing it gently such that it didn't shock him, and she did this over and over again. She then clambered off him completely and flicked one wrist such that a short lightning whip appeared in it. She cracked the whip over Evan once, not letting it touch his flesh but giving him a taste of the sound so he knew what he was in for. She cracked it once more, and this time, the crackling of the lightning running through it was loud with the sound of the whip's movement. She cracked it a third time in the air before immediately cracking it against Evan's back, causing a long, angry mark to appear diagonally down his back, connecting one tattoo to the other. The feeling of the whip against his skin would not only cause pain for its own sake but would also send a moderate dose of an electric shock through his body, and if he wasn't careful, the lightning band around his neck might shock him, too. Dehaljadrun carefully felt out what Evan was capable of withstanding, digging through his memories and taking some liberties given what he had done to her, but she would bolster his strength if it began to fail alarmingly, whether he would dip too deeply into thrall territory or lose consciousness. In the event she needed to do that, Evan might feel a warm, tingly sensation in his hands, head, and feet that would pleasantly counteract at least part of the shocks he might receive.  

The goddess was breathing heavily after hitting Evan, letting the whip fade away into the mist as she stepped with one foot on either side of Evan's torso and sat down on his ass. She fingered the mark the whip had left gently with one finger at a time, each of her five fingers running down the length of it, sending aftershock sensations of pleasure and pain with them. Dehaljadrun then leaned down and kissed the line lightly multiple times, allowing her hands to run up and down his back slowly and sensually as her cock throbbed against him. 

"And we're only getting started," Dehaljadrun said, leaning in toward Evan's ear. She removed the lightning restraint from his neck and pulled up his head by his hair. Then, in one fluid movement, she moved herself down Evan's body and thrust her cock deeply into his ass again, moving rapidly such that she was going to cum quickly if someone or something did not intervene.