Written Wonderland

Evan was certainly expecting some kind of resistance, and wouldn't have been surprised if the goddess had overpowered him to throw him off before he got her pinned. He even kind of expected getting struck back in some way or another, but he was caught bluntly off-guard by the shock, and even moreso by the position she landed him in, especially considering the taunting placement of her cock. He grunted in angry, frantic frustration that tried desperately to cover up the spike of embarrassed fear that shot up his core, and he dug his fingers into the ground, intending to put quite a bit of strength into pushing himself up and trying to at least wrest himself out from under the goddess, if not throw her off balance in the process. He didn't get that far, though, as her nails bit into his neck and pushed him back down, and her other hand smoothed under his shirt only to send another shock through his body--and another, and another, and another, unrelentingly keeping him flinching and growling and utterly fucking stuck.

He was also caught pretty fucking painfully off-guard by what the goddess said next. White-hot anger flared up within him and bleached out his vision as he started to push off the ground again--before falling and growling viciously through yet another shock. And another. And another. Through the pain and the helplessness and the goddess' ruthless words, Evan tried to pull himself together, but to the minuscule extent he was able to pull his mind away from his physical position, he just found himself wondering in horror, was she right? The way her cock thrust against him jolted his mind back into his body with yet another angry snarl, and he finally managed to scream between shocks--

"FUCK YOU."

He wasn't about to give into the situation, though, not the way he had with Philip. He wasn't sure whether he was just that much more pissed, or had some notion that he had a better chance at changing the situation here, or what, but as soon as a shock subsided enough to give Evan control of his muscles for even an instant, he tried again to change his position, this time going more for trying to roll over, entirely ready to throw another hot, searing slap if she didn't get thrown in the process.

((OOC: as ever, he can be entirely as successful or unsuccessful as ye like))

Between the sensation of the shocks in Evan's skin and the words coming out of her own mouth, the goddess was more in her own power than she hardly knew she had access to. His embarrassed fear, his excitement, his longing poured into her, unignorable, demanding, pulling on her very essence. She wanted to give into him, give into that desire, the potent one all the way in, passed his resistance, passed his pride. It was like that part of him had hold of her--pulling her in, pushing beyond what she could trust wouldn't cross the line again--even though she was the one on top.

Pleasure waved through her as she continued to press against his ass, her mind imagining there was clenching and flexing there even if it wasn't real. She couldn't do this. She couldn't do this! But, oh, gods, how much she wanted to. She didn't even have his pants off, and it was this potent. Her eyes started to roll back even at the thought of being inside him, piling pain onto his shame, feeling the sensations she remembered from when she entered Evan's mind, and...

That just happened! She couldn't enjoy that... could she?

There was something very different about choosing to cause this emotional harm than anything else she had ever done with the thralls. She had felt regret with Evan, had wanted to take everything back... but was now relishing in it.

Holy fuck.

And Evan was fighting it. Hard. How could he not?

She didn't want to render any of the gestures she just made--the dragon scale, the dragon, the explanation--meaningless; they were genuine and heartfelt, but she couldn't help this--the searing stinging on her cheek and the grin he had afterward ensured that.

Evan struggled underneath her, and she held him down easily at first, but the goddess began to lose her grip over him as she felt him imagining slapping her again, revisiting the sensation of doing it the first time, feeling the explosion he had lit in her, and Dehaljadrun was starting to fall into a pleasure fugue, which made her muscles slow to respond until she got the waves under control. But Evan was looking for that opportunity, any sense that he could throw her, and succeeded. She wanted to be the subject of his anger. She wanted to consume all of it. She wanted him to hurt her back, and she could hardly even hide it.

An excited jolt burst from Evan's heart and lit up every corner of his body when he finally felt the goddess falter. A grin curled on his lips, wicked and raw, and he followed through ecstatically on his most recent push against her hold, this time successfully leveraging his hips as he rolled to throw the goddess to the side. His motion continued smoothly, finishing his roll with one knee solidly on the ground between her legs, and his hand landed firmly on the goddess' throat, already clenching to a pressure that threatened darkness. His wild, grey-blue eyes met sharply with hers, that wicked grin still spread wide across his face.

The goddess barely had a chance to register his expression before he released her throat and delivered another sharp slap; the next moment they met eyes, the captain's lips had returned to a fiery, angry snarl. He wanted to shout something back at her, some echo of her accusations that would cut just as deep, but he couldn't find words anywhere in his thoughts. His thoughts hardly even made any sense, they were so fucking scattered and feral and hectic. He growled in frustration and brought a fist down on the goddess' sternum before slapping her again, and then hastily pushed himself to his feet. He was either betting on having stunned the goddess with his blows, or just not thinking at all, his mind now focused on stepping to her side and leaning down to grab harshly at her hair and yank up from the ground, his intentions following that likely left to whatever whim he found there.

The intensity with which Evan enjoyed gaining the upper hand, even momentarily, over Dehaljadrun only intoxicated her further. A white-lavender color threatened to overwhelm her vision, and the sensation only increased when Evan's eyes met hers. He was still grinning, still furious, still full of this strange desire the goddess could barely contain in her own body. Even his gaze cut her--a delicious sensation washing down into her chest as though ice were sliding down her throat.

And then his hand were around her neck, pressing, darkening the vision that had only moments before been so bright behind her eyes to the deep bruise of black and purple. The goddess couldn't suppress the grin that spread over her lips when that happened--hadn't she told him she would get him to do that?--but it ended altogether too soon, a fresh slap coming across her face.

His mind was scattered and full of anger, and she found herself wanting to pull him back from that, if only a little. She didn't want to lose him there, even if she had, somewhat intentionally, ensured that he made it to this state.

She lost that train of thought as his fist pounded against her sternum, and if she weren't a god, she might have worried about broken bones as the air escaped her lungs before the third slap landed clean on her face.

All right. Now this was simply insulting.

He pulled up on her hair, which she had relished in the previous night, but felt little of the same sensation. Being down had diminishing returns, it seemed, with Evan, which only made her more eager to fight back and put him in his place, never mind what she had done earlier.

Her hand flew up to Evan's throat as he pulled harder at her hair, and her nails scratched deeply into his collarbone, leaving tiny trails of blood in their wake. The sight and smell of it thrilled her, bringing her further up toward gaining back control.

She was gratified that he didn't have a reply, but before she could say anything remotely witty back, she needed to get on top.

The goddess pulled back from Evan's grip as much as she could, the pain getting much worse, but she used that to pull Evan slightly off balance before she threw her weight the other direction and simultaneously raised one of her legs to catch Evan's arm, throwing him back down to the ground hard. She wouldn't have been surprised if he took a light blow to the head in the process.

Confident that it would take the captain a moment to reestablish his bearings, Dehaljadrun took the opportunity to pull Evan up by his shirt and pull it completely off him in an angry gesture that dropped him carelessly back to the ground.

Now what? Of course the first thought to come to her mind was to assume Philip's form, but some more rational part of her prevented it from happening. Besides, she didn't want to be in someone else's body. She wanted Evan in her body. Or hers in his, as the case may be.

Dehaljadrun reached over Evan and undid his belt in one fluid motion before grabbing both of Evan's legs and twisting them such that he was forced to be face down. The goddess pounced over him and pinned his arms down above his head, adding mercilessly thick lightning bands to each of his wrists before letting go. She practically purred against Evan's ear, a deeply satisfied sound in her throat, happy again that he was down and at her whim as she had really intended him to be all this time.

Pressing her body weight against him while leaning over one side of him, the goddess reached down toward his ass again, less gentle this time as she pushed her hand up against him just to let him know that she could do anything to him. The goddess released that and reached both her arms around Evan's waist to start undoing the buttons, not taking her time this time like she had previously but nearly ripping them off in the process.

Without wasting any time, she pulled Evan's pants and underwear down, which inevitably pulled at the lightning bands that kept Evan's hands down on the ground. The goddess relished in the sensations that gave Evan, both the shocks and Evan's cock sliding across the cold ground.

((OOC: She definitely plans to keep going, but we figured we would give Evan a reaction post.))

A moan escaped Evan's lips as the goddess' nails cut across his collar bone. He seemed to experience quite a bit of relief from the sensation, much of his ferocity nearly visibly escaping through the fresh cuts in his skin. His eyes watched the goddess maneuver against his grip in her hair with a subtle smile tugging at the corner of his lips again, this one almost bordering on looking warm before his brow angled to shift it back towards wicked.

He felt another rush of excitement swell up inside of him as the goddess brought her leg up to hook over his arm and throw him down. A grunt scraped out of his throat as his shoulders and his head knocked against the ground, on the surface sounding frustrated but carrying a deep undertone of satisfaction along with it. He was disoriented, but in a way that felt strangely freeing. It paralyzed the layer of him that usually tried to maintain control and made his reactions pour out more freely; he gasped as the goddess unlatched his belt, grunted as she flipped him over, moaned as her weight slid over his body, shivered as she purred in his ear. His body moved freely--not exactly pliant, but clearly chasing pleasure without concern for self-restraint. His muscles resisted flipping over, winced away from the pressure against his tender backside, and tried to buck away from her fingers undoing the buttons on his pants; yet, he also shifted sensually beneath her, enjoying her touch and her weight and her proximity.

He let out a loud cry as the goddess tugged his pants down and in the process pulled a shock from the lightning bands through his body. Panic started to rise again between the sudden pain and spike in feeling exposed, but he found he could soothe himself if he focused in on the feeling of his cock against the grass--not something the captain would ever have expected to find comfort in, but it reminded him of the sensation of the dragon scale rolling gently towards him in that show of good faith. It helped him hold onto the fact that everything that was happening now was he and the goddess genuinely choosing to continue interacting tonight, despite all the reasons more sensible people might have taken space. He braced for pain from what seemed like an inevitable thrust, embarrassed and angry tears already starting to sting at his eyes, but he had to admit, some part of him was looking forward to it.

Gods, was it ever intoxicating to feel someone enjoy getting thrown down. Dehaljadrun relished in the fact that the part of Evan enjoying it appeared to be far nearer to the surface than she had expected--than it was really fair for her to expect--and made getting control of Evan so much easier. Her mental clarity began to return, fueled by the undeniable and arousing ache in her body and the shocks that lit up Evan's nervous system such that she could sense so clearly into all his sensations, all his emotions, all the places where his body craved her touch, not mention lighting up all her own power and sensitivity in the process.

Was there anything she enjoyed so much in the world as having someone laid as bare as this?

The goddess felt Evan's body, though superficially struggling, softening underneath her, curving into her curves, and it delighted her. The urge to retaliate that the slaps had engendered softened somewhat to match Evan's body--having him restrained certainly helped--and remorse welled up in her as she experienced again the potency of having offered her dragon's scale to Evan from his perspective. It became easy to act more gently with Evan, knowing that even these caring gestures would be deliciously confusing to Evan, who could surely not help being uncertain of whether they were designed to further expose him, genuine attempts at intimacy, or just a clever ruse to get his guard down before a fresh wave of pain. But, the goddess did not spend much time contemplating her actions before her lips touched the back of Evan's right shoulder and trailed with agonizing slowness diagonally down his back and to the side of his hip. The kissing was extraordinarily gentle, and the goddess' tongue made subtle appearances, leaving a dotted line of moisture that the cold, fog-ridden air would make ever more potent once she left it.

Once she arrived at Evan's hip, she reached a hand over Evan's back half an inch away from touch and then used only one finger just a quarter inch closer to linger along his spine as it approached the valley of his lower back and on toward the source of Evan's embarrassment. As she did this, Dehaljadrun closed her eyes and sank into both the comfort of this gesture and the incredible potential energy it generated between them, her cock practically squirming in its desire for play. But, instead of giving into that, she allowed only her mouth to actually make contact as her finger reached the end of Evan's spine, sliding her tongue gently down the sloping path toward his anus and testing the waters of his discomfort as it pushed gently against its opening.

Evan was not at all braced for the touch of the goddess' lips to his shoulder. His whole body shivered, a surprised and nearly moved gasp escaping from his lips. He really hadn't been expecting her to be gentle with him, and it stirred disorientation all anew. There was self-restraint present here--potently--as the captain teetered on the edge of a knife, on one side a determination to keep his guard up and remain braced for the tenderness to break at any moment, and on the other side a yearning to let himself relax into the idea that this was how the goddess wanted to treat him. Memories of some of his own more tender fantasies floated up closer to the surface of the captain's thoughts than he'd like, threatening to form a lump in his throat of emotions that he usually kept buried real fucking deep. The scar on his side throbbed.

He couldn't decide if the chill that the goddess' tongue left in its wake was malicious or benign on her part, but if nothing else, the skin all over his body was nearly glowing with desire for her, absolutely aching for more touch than she was granting. By the time the goddess pulled her lips away, the captain had decided that the carefully limited touch absolutely was malicious on some level, and he tried to regain some control over his reactions, recognizing that the way he'd let his body get away from him had laid too many of his cards bare on the table for her to see. He tensed muscles all over his body, trying to reign in his skin's frantic search for where the goddess was closest to him, and doing his absolute fucking best to limit movement in the places that wanted to arch closer to reach her. The air above his spine felt dense, if only with the flurried static of emotions he couldn't help associating with the space.

Then he felt her mouth again--her tongue, slipping into the valley below the base of his spine. The captain subdued a shiver and translated what would have been a sigh into a soft, frustrated groan, but he couldn't stop his body from opening to her, inviting her. As tender as he felt, the goddess' tongue was warm and gentle, and he couldn't help enjoying the way it caressed between his cheeks and pressed against his opening, bringing just the slightest bit of tantalizing attention to the pain that ached within. Even just conceptually speaking, this struck Evan's brain as hot as fuck, and that was to say nothing of the actual experience of the thing. Even so, he didn't want to show her his pleasure; he already felt embarrassed at having let the goddess see his body chasing desire so nakedly before, and he felt on some level he had a principle to uphold here. Or maybe just a game to play, though he wasn't sure he was ready to acknowledge that thought fully consciously. He grunted in irritation and rolled his hips to the side, his narrow icy eyes doing everything they possibly could to try to cut the restraints the goddess had placed on him.

As Evan shifted his hips to pull away from the goddess' touch, she grabbed the back of his thighs and held them in place, incidentally sending a moderate shock through each of them, which the goddess half-hoped would set off some sort of shock cascade if Evan moved his arms at all in surprise. She kept her tongue in contact with him, his own body inviting her deeper and betraying Evan's resolve. The sensation of those muscles relaxing to allow space for her tongue nearly distracted Dehaljadrun, not realizing that Evan's tension there had felt like a held breath in her throat, and she let out an unmistakable groan of pleasure that radiated through her tongue and into Evan. Her eyes rolled back as she pushed in deeper, allowing her tongue to stretch slightly within him one pulse at a time, meeting the pulling sensation she felt from Evan's muscles.

His pain tasted so good. It was fresh and tender and aching and raw and vulnerable and enjoyed and beautiful, and Dehaljadrun was surprised by the sensation that seized her body as the result of it. Yes, it was so fucking satisfying to know that Evan wanted her to play with this pain--that was utterly undeniable now--but there was something more profound about all this...

Allowing her tongue one final stretch inward--adding to its actual length some to get the most out of the experience--she pulled out of Evan's ass and attempted to wave off what she had just experienced. She scrambled to find purchase again in the situation, her mind foggy with pleasure.

"You can't hide... your desire... from me," the goddess said between heaving, intoxicated, lusty breaths, the words feeling almost foreign to her tongue after being put to a different purpose.

Dehaljadrun then took off the dress she had put on before transforming into her dragon and leaned down over Evan--careful that her cock landed such that it was nested between Evan's cheeks rather than pushing straight inside--and lowered herself down onto the captain, her naked body curved perfectly along the length of him. Gods, her breasts never felt as good as when they were pressed against an exposed back, but the goddess didn't allow that to tear her from her target; there was something Evan was protecting even more than his ass, and she wanted at it.

Reaching one hand down the front of Evan's hip with her hair and after-rain scent spilling over Evan's back, the goddess slid her hand over the dragon tattoo and the thick scar underneath it and pressed with the same amount of pressure as when she first cupped Evan's ass, simultaneously removing the lightning bands around Evan's wrists, and grinned with a fervent enthusiasm.

((OOC: Apparently she's trying to bite off more than she can chew... again. Lol.))

A second irritated grunt pushed out of the captain's throat when he couldn't even fucking tilt his hips right now, if the goddess didn't want him to. He rode out the shocks she sent into him with determination, not wanting to give her the satisfaction of an overstated response. Besides, beneath the surface-level frustration, it was intoxicating as fuck that the goddess wanted his hips where they were; wanted to explore into Evan, relishing deep into this place that was so rarely treated as worth tasting. He was still sore and tender, and he kept thinking about clenching or wincing away, but every time, the pleasure of relaxing and inviting her yet deeper won out, and slowly forced the rest of his body to start sinking into the sensation as well.

One of the deeper rings of relaxation and invitation finally pulled a pleasured groan from Evan's throat and coaxed his eyes shut, but of course just in time for the goddess to withdraw from him. The captain shuddered and arched after her before he caught himself and tensed his muscles again, returning to the frustrated, embarrassed, determined state he'd been in before her tongue had coaxed its way inside. The way the goddess breathed and could barely speak was at least some kind of satisfying--potently so--but the words she did manage to articulate sent blush burning onto the captain's cheeks as he mentally cursed the times he'd given in today. He felt fucking weak, but tried to remind himself this was the fucking goddess of desire he was dealing with here, so really, he was doing pretty damn well, all things considered. ... Right?

The goddess pressed herself against him intimately, in ways that absolutely made his body want to curve to meet her and coax her into him again, but he managed to subdue it and keep still, though it took a rather great deal of effort. His mind still couldn't help tracing her form and relishing the feeling of her skin against his, though a subtle sort of panic started blooming as her hand traced over his dragon, and then shoved his brain back towards one memory in particular as she pressed her fingers against his scar.

It was a young memory--though not so young Evan hadn't tasted love and lust--full of shame and fear and loneliness, set against a backdrop of snow and swirling with a wild, desperate yearning to be elsewhere. Perhaps to finally be kidnapped by the Demon Queen--to finally be wanted where he was, even if he was to be tortured when he got there. It brought him real fucking close to crying, but like fuck he was going to give into that when the goddess had gone and released his wrists.

The captain used one hand to push himself up from the ground, and raised the other as he growled and twisted slightly to try to elbow the goddess behind him, ideally hard and squarely in the jaw.

More than one place in Dehaljadrun's body ached from pulling away from Evan, especially because of how much he had been enjoying it. Part of her wanted to go right back to it, licking and sucking to their mutual delight, but it was entirely too tempting to push more, further, into the darkness Evan was holding inside himself.

Even still, however, the memory that emerged in Evan's mind was deeply buried such that it was difficult for the goddess to get a clear picture. It was cold there--that much she felt intimately--and she felt Evan's youth, even then begging for her, and her pride purred pleasantly, but it also brought up another, more uncomfortable feeling, a pang in her chest she had been feeling altogether too much of in the last two days.

But, the rest of the memory was lost to her. The goddess was about to press Evan's body for details--if only to prevent the part of her that wanted to press his body into hers strictly for comfort's sake from doing anything--when he attempted to elbow her in the jaw. Seeing his motion long before it would have made contact, the goddess dodged easily, though it forced her to pull her naked body away from Evan in a way that made her groan with frustration.

Given the cold in Evan's memory, the lack of Evan's body heat, and the ever-present chill of her realm, Dehaljadrun was freezing, and while it was everything she wanted to fuck Evan on the ground yesterday, she didn't like repeats. It was tempting to return to the steam pools, but her palace was so much closer.

Pulling away from Evan completely--much to her body's dismay--she looked with a grin over her shoulder as she walked naked back toward the open air structure. Not bothering to wait to make sure Evan was following, she entered, and the braziers practically exploded with purple flames as she walked past them. Philip and the other thrall who had held Evan down were both in the structure awaiting commands, and she sent them and the Shel'ti thralls off elsewhere, wanting the palace empty for what they were going to do next.

The first and largest room in the structure stretched out like a ballroom with cushions and braziers in many places, and though it was open to the chill air, it felt warm and inviting. The curtains and cushions were all various shades of red and purple, and the light grew less and less bright deeper into the room. At the end of the large room, there was a glittering purple and red throne, made from a darker, more sinister-looking material than the dragon scales, but with similar iridescence. Two small dragon heads appeared from the left and right sides of the throne, and their bodies wove through the design of the chair such that it appeared to be made of muscle.

The goddess knew how delicious her naked, glowing skin must look in the darkness of the innermost part of the room, and she turned her head once more to see if Evan was following while stroking one palm over one of the dragon statues with a delicate touch that would make someone ache for her just by looking at it. Her hair graced her back, and turning her head bared one of her shoulders enticingly.

Finally, still standing next to the throne, the goddess turned fully around, her body bare and naked and glowing and everything that Evan thought he wanted as a youth, and she knew it. Dehaljadrun smirked and rubbed a hand down her long, feminine, still-erect cock before sitting down on her throne, legs crossed, eyebrow raised, as she watched Evan approach.

"I suppose this is when humans tell you to be careful what you wish for," the goddess said with an unmistakably amused tone.