Written Wonderland

Philip couldn't deny that the goddess' caress comforted him, as absurd as the context seemed. Between that sweet touch, the goddess' nurturing expression, and the truth that resonated in her initial reply, Philip was very nearly ready to forget or at least forgive her untoward behavior. The thought again arose how lovely it would be for her to hug his head to her chest and run her fingers through his hair, though her legs wrapping around him was a welcome alternative at this point.

The small part of him that was still fighting was frantic, scrambling for something else to latch onto. Where had his anger gone? Why couldn't he find it again? Shouldn't it be outrageous, what she had done to his soldier and what she was doing to him? Honestly, he admitted to himself, he was tired, and the call of her skin was potent. Longing finally pooled into his gaze, and he leaned back slightly on his knees to free up his arms to finish taking off his shirt as casting it aside. His lips whispered "Forgive me," beneath his breath and just below most of his own awareness, before he leaned down towards her again. One hand braced against the cushion by the goddess' head and the other caressed over her leg from the back of her thigh up around the side of her hip, a heavy sigh escaping his lips as he reluctantly relaxed into the sensation. Some part of him recognized that her expression was shifting away from the earnestness and care that had won him over, but it was too late; he was already falling from the cliff.

The goddess' breath escaped her throat as she felt Philip's hand run over her leg, thigh, and hip, surprised again by how effective her mere presence was on Philip's resolve. His "forgive me," though almost assuredly not meant for her, echoed in her mind deliciously. There was no one to forgive him here now. His gaze, now largely unabashedly full of his desire, gratified her, and she knew she was winning. The leg he was not touching moved such that her heel was on the small of Philip's back against the top of his pants, and she allowed it to vibrate slightly, amplifying the experience Philip was having. Meanwhile, she planned to keep him mesmerized with what had already been effective, running her hand down his cheek again before reaching with her other hand to run it through his hair, finally acting on the fantasy he had had several times down. Now that he was falling, she wanted him securely entangled within her grasp.

The vibration of the goddess' heel against Philip's back sent a warm shiver down through his hips and up through his spine, and shifted the sensation of pressure in his pants towards a palpable ache. Just as shame started to settle back into his chest and tug once more at his expression, the goddess's fingers caressed his cheek and also through his hair, and despite it seeming completely irrational, the sensation of shame dissipated, and he couldn't help looking at her with gratitude. While some part of him was sure this was naive folly he was giving in to, he couldn't help clinging onto the possibility that, if he did just give in to her... this is how it could be.

With another heavy sigh, he leaned down closer still, and gently pressed his lips to her collar bone, while his hand pressed a little more firmly against her hip and smoothed slowly around towards the front of her thigh. Fear did well up inside of him from his gut - fear that he was doing the wrong thing, or even that now that he was falling this goddess would reject him, whether due to his previous friction or his failure in falling at all. But those fears mixed with the intoxication that swirled through his head and his chest as he touched the goddess and breathed in her scent, and left him feeling swept up in a current too strong for him to swim against.

Philip's heavy sigh made a grin appear on Dehaljadrun's face, and his lips against her collarbone invigorated her, even more so as his hand ventured toward the front of her thigh. She was tired of waiting, of playing coy, and she felt confident enough that there was no way he was going to escape that she was prepared to take some risks. Endearing as Philip's light touches had been, they simply weren't enough. Since her hand was still in Philip's hair, she pulled a section of it hard enough to be right on the edge of uncomfortable while she reached down with her other hand and placed it on top of Philip's where it was on her thigh, rubbing the top of his hand, enjoying the feeling of him feeling her, before gently moving his hand to her hardened cock. She was prepared to keep his hand there--at least momentarily--if he panicked, holding it there as she moved their hands to stroke herself underneath the part of her dress still managed to cover her body at all, the fabric smooth and compelling and warm against their skin. She let out a moan that was compelling in its own right as though she were begging Philip not to stop. 

The goddess' tightened grasp in his hair pulled Philip's lips away from her skin just slightly - just enough to let out a soft, startled gasp. He wasn't really sure what to make of the tug, but her hand on his hand distracted him. It warmed him greatly, feeling like she was indeed accepting his advances-- and in fact encouraging them. He could feel his heartbeat speeding up as she began moving his hand further between her legs, and both nervousness and excitement swelled in his chest.

He was not at all prepared for what his hand actually felt beneath her dress. He let out another startled gasp, and shame started grasping at him once more. This wasn't right. It had been bad enough for him to admire the king's body as he did, but at least that had been without any intent to act. He wouldn't even know how to act. He certainly didn't know how to act now. Her hand kept his hand against her, and encouraged it to stroke, and Philip couldn't bring himself to resist the motions. Some part of him was curious - how would this work? - but different parts of him were also disgusted and afraid. The goddess' moan fell on his ears like music, and he found himself wanting to hear more. That certainly made continuing the motions more alluring, but it couldn't get rid of the fear and disgust that battled with his desire. He finally let out a soft, frustrated breath, and assertively withdrew his hand, intending to also push himself up and back to meet her in the eye with an apologetic but firm expression.

"I- " guh, that resolve wavered for a flash, his gaze blinking away before he regathered it. "I can't give you what you're looking for."

Which... some part of him lamented, deeply. But even if he wanted to, he had no idea how to proceed from here.

((OOC: SOME PART OF ME IS VERY 'OMG D'AWWWWW PHILIP IS SO VIRGINAL IT IS ADORABLE'
There's a lot about gay sex Philip would like, this version of him just has no idea. It's kind of amazing hahahaahaa. I also have no idea how he's even going to process once he realizes that there's still also a vagina involved xDDD))

When Philip pulled back, Dehaljadrun grinned. She has been expecting this. It was fun, confusing these men. Philip didn't know what he was missing, but he would find out. Dehaljadrun pushed herself up on her elbows, her hair to one side again, and stared at Philip for a moment, letting an uncomfortable pause settle between them as her grin settled into a smirk. Her hunger for this man grew since he had become...shy.

Without any significant effort, the goddess pushed Philip up and then pushed him back so it was possible to get on top of him. She then reached up and took the dress off without ceremony as it hadn't been doing any good anyway.

Dehaljadrun leaned once again over Philip, her hair gently touching his chest, her breasts full and swollen.

"It's awfully egotistical of you to assume you know what I want. What am I looking for then, Philip?"

Philip's gaze blinked away again uncomfortably as the goddess let sit a long pause. Her grin and her posture definitely unnerved him, as he tried to decipher just what it was about, but wasn't sure any answer would be particularly comforting.

He was just about ready to go ahead and just awkwardly attempt to disentangle, when the goddess surprised him by pushing him on to his back. The next thing he knew the goddess was on top of him, naked and close, her hair brushing over his skin and igniting heightened desire for her touch. Knowing how her caress had felt on his cheeks and in his hair, he could imagine it feeling heavenly over his chest.

But before he had time to get very lost in that thought, the goddess chastised him, and a fresh blush colored his face as he once again turned his gaze uncomfortably to the side.

"I just- don't..." Guh, words were a bit difficult to form, especially given that verbally acknowledging the focal point of the current issue was... uncomfortable, to say the least. Surely she knew what he was getting at... Not that he was exactly holding his breath for her to be gracious about it, though. Even so, finding ways to verbalize what he was stuck on was proving considerably difficult, and he ended up trailing off into another very uncomfortable pause.

When Philip did not reply, the goddess' chuckled airily and raised one of her eyebrows. After letting Philip's pause linger, Dehaljadrun picked up on Philip's desires and acted on them, leaning down so that only her nipples brushed against his chest as she traced short lines with sensation that way. She then bent down and kissed a line down his chest and toward his hips, stopping after kissing his lower navel. 

"Just what, Philip?" She said, looking up at him, the smirk still very plain on her face. 

Philip's eyes fell shut and a soft, shaky breath escaped his lips as the goddess' nipples brushed over his chest, sending shivers up through his neck and over his shoulders. He yearned for more contact with her, which he found incredibly confusing given the current context, though he supposed the specific things he found himself yearning for still made sense - he wanted to hold her, and to feel her caress, and their bodies pressed against each other. He thought about running his hand through her hair, hugging her head to his chest... not only because it sounded pleasant, but maybe, just maybe, they could find an equilibrium and stop talking altogether.

Before he could bring himself to act, though, the goddess started trailing kisses down his body, which uncomfortably tugged his attention downwards again and back into the uncomfortable swell between his legs. He did not even know what he wanted to be done about that now. He supposed ideally he wanted to just ignore it, somehow, or just make the sensation dissipate without any fuss. But he couldn't stop himself from opening his eyes again, and propping himself up slightly on his elbows to watch her trail her kisses down. He was struck by how exceptionally beautiful she looked, hair tumbling to the side and lips pressing gently against his skin, and he was deeply caught off guard when she spoke and returned her gaze to him, her still-present smirk confusing his sense of beauty deeply and her words boiling discomfort in his gut. He cast his gaze to the side again as he scrambled to find some way to reply. After a moment, he managed to speak up softly, but relatively calmly.

"I don't understand what you want from me."

"Well," the goddess said, moving her body so her lips were dangerously close to Philip's and her cock touched the inside of his leg, "I know what you want from me." She didn't kiss him, though. Instead, she moved to the side of his neck and inhaled underneath his chin, wanting him to feel her pull at any remaining resolve, any remaining resistance. She reached around to the back of his neck and squeezed, sending warmth and electric tingles into his vision, potentially triggering some synesthetic responses. The goddess then allowed her body to press wholly against Philip's, her soft, supple skin putting pressure all across his torso simultaneously. She thoroughly enjoyed how ashamed and confused he was of that part of him pressing into her, and to make matters more difficult for him, she moved her body slightly up and down against him. 

Leaning down into his ear again, she whispered seductively, "And here you are, completely unable to stop me." She began to undo his belt and would take it all the way out of his pants in a flourish if he allowed her.