Written Wonderland

Fear and excitement exploded within Evan's chest as the goddess closed the distance between them, though he kept outwardly steady throughout her swift approach. He'd hardly had time to form any expectation of what her next move would be, but he sure as fuck hadn't anticipated that slap. He let his head and neck and shoulders all twist with the force of it, a delighted nearly bubbly sort of chuckle-gasp escaping his lips. Some part of the chuckle was purely at the absurdity of his own response, though some part of it was certainly also gratification at having gotten such a rise out of the goddess. A spike of worry followed quickly afterwards, though--he hadn't gone too far again, had he?

Evan straightened himself after a brief moment, his smirk still present but radiating with pleasure--maybe even gratitude--and slightly humbled as his jaw opened and shifted back and forth a bit to check its state in the wake of the slap. He'd been planning to get a gander at the goddess' expression to try to determine to what extent she looked legitimately pissed, but before his gaze quite made it to her face she lit another spike of both fear and excitement by pushing him back against the mantle with a hand on his throat while simultaneously undoing his pants. He felt tousled amidst uncertainty about the nature of her actions, whether they were the goddess finally giving in to the desire she had for him or whether it was her exacting punishment for his teasing. But when his disoriented gaze finally found her face, she was grinning, and Evan's heart leaped with excitement and relief. The flurry of bites and kisses that then assailed his skin tempted him to go limp, even--maybe especially--if that put his body in the position of hanging by the goddess' grip on his neck. He slipped down subtly, his eyes rolling back behind heavy lids as he sank into the pleasure of her touch and attention, but he managed to keep his leg muscles engaged--at least until the goddess' hand grasped at his cock.

The captain gasped and moaned loudly in response to the touch and the sudden opening of this throat, one of his arms reaching out beside him to grasp at the mantle in a desperate attempt to keep himself standing up. His hips, entirely too desperate and responsive to wait for any kind of go-ahead from his brain, clumsily tried to thrust into the goddess' hand, tangling his footing enough he really might have fallen down without the goddess' second hand on his back providing just that extra sliver of support. His body was on the whole entirely too pliable to even try resisting the goddess as she pivoted him around against the table. The hand that had tried to grasp at the mantle beside him nearly slammed down onto the table, and the captain drew in a sharp breath through his teeth as the hot wax from the toppled candle pooled against his skin. He might have tried to readjust his grip, but the goddess kept his body off balance and entirely too precarious, and long before his mind was anywhere near catching up with the situation, she sank her teeth viciously into the skin on his chest. Evan pushed out a loud, angry groan through his teeth as he felt his skin break, and he could swear a shock passed through him between the fresh bite mark and the scab on his neck, running sharp and straight through his heart. It was a fucking miracle he didn't just collapse back onto the table, remaining candelabras be damned.

He managed to raise his head again instead, recovering from the near-overwhelmed state that had thrown it back, a sharp and determined scowl grazing over the goddess' hair. He got control of his breath and rode it purposefully through the continued pain of the bite, clearing his vision and balance enough to let one of his arms finally act again. His fingers dove into the hair at the base of the goddess' neck, gripped firmly, and twisted sharply, not trying to pull her away in the slightest, but definitely trying to inflict some pain of their own. It was a far cry from skin-breaking, but it was the best Evan could do at the immediate moment while his brain frantically continued trying to get back on top of the situation and figure out what else he could do.

The goddess was quickly growing intoxicated from the contact and the blood, the intensity and the steady flow, as she sank deeply into all the tension they had built up together. The electricity in Evan's body and the electricity around them seemed to flow into her as she held onto Evan's chest with her teeth, at least one shock lighting up Evan in the process, but Dehaljadrun could barely keep track of that. Her desire for him became even more focused and single-minded even as his fingers twisted harshly at the hair of the back of her neck, sensitive and vulnerable. She groaned into her bite, her eyes rolling as she found it difficult to continue supporting herself--let alone Evan--at all.

With a moment of clarity and resolve, some voice in the back of her mind reminding her that she did not really want to push Evan all the way down, Dehaljadrun used another burst of energy to physically persuade Evan fully back onto the table, knocking over another candelabra onto the rug covering the stone floor as she did so, though again nothing lit up in flames. The goddess immediately crawled on top of him afterward, her naked body aching for touch everywhere with the determination that Evan would satisfy it.

Though Evan's fingers still curled viciously in the goddess' hair, she had had to let go of her teeth's grip on Evan's skin, the blood flowing slowly out of the marks she had left in his skin as though in tribute to her. The sight of Evan on top of this table and her on top of him while he openly bled from her bite pleased the goddess immensely, but she was not about to stop her flurry of movement to bask in it.

Reaching down, even and especially if it made Evan pull more tightly on her hair, the goddess vigorously pushed Evan's pants down his legs. She then pulled his underwear down with no care for his erect cock, unable to stop herself from hoping it would appreciate rough treatment and eager for when they would both be fully unclothed. The goddess then bit down--not breaking skin this time but still hard--to the upper left side of Evan's pubic mound directly next to his shaft, enhancing every ache he had there and intensifying the sensation almost unconsciously. It was so completely thrilling and satisfying that the sensation of just being that close to the sexual part of his body nearly initiated a peak of pleasure in the goddess, her body uncontrollably rocking and undulating in excitement and desire.

Evan was both embarrassed and relieved to be pushed fully back onto the table, finally letting his arm relax while also putting him in a rather compromised position. But, gods it was so fucking worth it to finally feel the goddess' body against his. Somehow it felt like it had been an eternity that he'd been aching for it. The hand in the goddess' hair kept its grip, while his other hand reached around her back, intending to pull her close but instead feeling the goddess pull back, trailing his fingers right back up over her shoulder as she moved away. His nails dug sharply in as she receded to express his frustration, leaving angry red trails on the last stretch of skin before he could no longer reach that point of contact.

Some part of him was certainly excited for her to be pulling his pants down, though again he felt the embarrassment of his compromised position in the situation, especially with his boots still on and stopping the pants around his ankles, which absolutely registered in Evan's brain as a form of restraint--even if he made his way out from under the goddess at this point, his movement and finesse would be severely impaired by the article of clothing now stuck around his feet. The captain was not sure he'd ever held more ire for his boots in his life. He liked those boots--they had served him well--but gods fucking damn it were they really kind of working against him here.

He didn't have more than a moment to be frustrated about that, though, as the goddess pulled his underwear down to follow, catching his cock on the fabric before yanking it past and eliciting a groan from the captain as his hips bucked, aching for more touch. His cock was absolutely throbbing by now, and got so fucking excited that the goddess' mouth was coming near it. Some part of Evan was still processing the vivid fantasy that the goddess was about to go down on him when instead her teeth bit down hard right next to his cock, pulling a frustrated groan from the captain's throat as his cock twitched in protest and desperation. Evan pushed himself up on one arm, and used the hand still in the goddess' hair to wrench her away from his skin, though he wasn't entirely sure what he'd do after other than throw her a frustrated glare.

Shivering from lines of pain Evan had created on the top part of her shoulder, Dehaljadrun acquiesced as Evan pulled her mouth away from him, grinning an absolutely terrifyingly beautiful smile at his frustrated expression. She met Evan's eyes, clearly enjoying herself, amused that Evan's pants were essentially stuck around his legs, and still pleased as fuck that he was prone on top of her table.

With excessive facetiousness, though she had to force herself not to wince from the strain Evan was still putting on her scalp, she said, "And here I thought you were aching for play." She clicked her tongue and made a move toward putting her mouth on his cock, knowing full well that his grip on her hair would prevent it from happening, but the goddess couldn't prevent that wince from coming out now, complete with a satisfied hum in her throat.

((OOC: If he tries to put her mouth on his cock now, she's going to resist hard.))

Evan was maddeningly paralysed with mixed feelings about every gods-damned way the goddess had responded. Her initial shit-eating grin was simultaneously familiar in a way that warmed and thrilled him, and deeply frustrating for the position it put him in. Her comment about his ache was absolutely obnoxiously correct, and his cock twitched visibly in affirmation, lighting his cheeks on fire with embarrassment and arousal. Then the goddess moved her head, or tried to, and Evan's hand tightened its grip as a reflex, but almost immediately he mentally cursed that choice as it sank in that she'd been moving her lips towards his cock and ugh fuck that thought was enough to momentarily melt his expression into something softer and entirely too close to begging for Evan's comfort. And then to compound it, the goddess winced and hummed pleasantly in response to his tightened grip, and the thought to release her and utter 'please' vividly crossed his mind.

But of course that was absolutely out of the fucking question.

So instead the captain growled angrily and sharply reignited his scowl. The next thought to cross his mind was very fervently to shove the goddess down on his cock, but something kept him from following through on that. Too predictable, maybe? He had to do something other than glare, though. He wasn't entirely sure what, but before he knew it his hand was wrenching the goddess' head down by the side of the table, aiming to throw her off-balance and, hopefully, tumbling towards the floor. At that point his hand did release its grip in her hair, and his foot used what slack it had to kick at whatever part of the goddess was closest to try to help that along. Then, his fingers darted towards his boots to untie the laces, worrying first and foremost about undoing each of the knots.

The goddess was ecstatic that she had predicted Evan's reflexes correctly, satisfaction seizing the functioning parts of her brain as she felt Evan's irritation with her roll off in waves. Good waves. The ones that she would do anything to keep playing with. She felt Evan fighting with the part of him that just wanted to offer himself to her--"please" on the tip of his tongue--and the goddess closed her eyes, briefly believing that it would be possible for him to give in right now, her body eager to receive him... to be inside him... his angry growl just adding fire to the flames of her arousal.

But then Evan pulled her head in a direction she did not expect, toward the edge of the table, which was narrow to begin with, and as she tried to scrabble, somewhat ungracefully, for balance, Evan kicked her, making it impossible to gain any purchase as she tumbled off the table and on the wax-covered rug and one of the candelabras.

Face down with her body twisted on one elbow, the goddess was silent for a moment, her body internally checking for damage. Nothing she couldn't heal later, surely. One hell of a bruise from the candelabra on her side, but mostly she was stunned from the drop, unable to piece complete thoughts together and left with the incredible sensation of wanting to fall again, lower, harder.

Her hands unconsciously reached forward, and her fingers wound into the tassels at the edge of the rug, a moan erupting from the goddess' mouth of pure bliss and pleasure, completely and utterly unfiltered. It was a prolonged sound that would have urged the thralls toward her if there had been any in the palace, so compelling was the sound.

"Holy fuck," the goddess said with a whisper once she had inhaled once more, her breath somewhat erratic as she came out of her trance-like state. Then she started to laugh. It was a quiet, low chuckle--half-menacing, half-impressed, completely terrifying--but the goddess didn't move, couldn't move except to roll off the candelabra and collapse more completely on the floor for a moment, face up, breathless, and more alive than she had felt in a long time. Fuck.

"You just threw your goddess off a table," Dehaljadrun said as though to convince herself that it had actually happened. She could not move her head even to look, but she heard the sounds of Evan undoing the knots and laces on his boots and let out another long, low moan, slipping underneath one degree of consciousness as though a blanket of darkness was threatening to overwhelm her.

((OOC: She's going get up eventually, probably just around the time that Evan gets his boots and/or pants off.))

The goddess' moan hit Evan's ears just as he finished undoing the knot on his second boot. He was already enjoying some amount of relief at having made it that far without retaliation, and then the added surprise and unexpected satisfaction of that particular sound suffusing his senses compelled the captain's gaze to leave his boots and behold the goddess on the ground, blissful and basking in what had just happened. Her whispered expletive sent a proud, warm, resonant shiver up Evan's back and over his shoulders, another smirk now brightening up his face. The goddess' laughter that followed was simultaneously gratifying and unnerving; Evan took it as a good cue to finish taking off his gods-damned boots, however much his eyes didn't want to pull away.

His fingers tugged at the laces of his boots to loosen them, and it took some determination to continue the motion through the splash of warmth that coated his chest in response to the goddess' next words. Seemed this time, her calling herself his goddess was very welcome, though the timbre of her voice also certainly didn't hurt matters there.

"Uh-huh." He replied a moment after the goddess had said it, deciding that he could only benefit from affirming everything in her last statement. Beneath the surface-level relief and satisfaction of the situation, he almost felt... nostalgic? Like he could very nearly pull up memories of experiencing something similar to what the goddess seemed to be experiencing now. Specifics felt just out of reach, though the tenderness in his cheek was suddenly back to the front of his attention, and the captain opened and shifted his jaw again, letting out a soft chuckle without even quite realizing it.

Laces sufficiently loosened, he finally tugged off his boots and underwear and pants and socks, relieved as fuck that those were all finally out of the way. He unceremoniously dropped the tangle of articles to the floor at the foot of the table, and then hastily stood and pivoted around to face the goddess, his naked body now aching to join hers on the floor. But he wasn't ready to just give in to the desire, not fully. He stepped forward and crouched down on one knee by the goddess' hip, and reached out with his hand to stop just short of grabbing her throat. He felt confident there would be magnetism there, and he was ecstatic at the thought of feeling it.

The sound of Evan's laces was all Dehaljadrun could hear, making it even more difficult for the goddess to move. She potently remembered undoing Evan's laces with excruciating slowness the previous night, and the mere memory threatened to force another moan out of her lungs. Dehaljadrun mentally urged herself to get up, to reclaim control and power, but before that voice made hardly any impact at all, Evan came around to where the goddess still lay sprawled on the ground.

She could feel his naked body, and her ache intensified dramatically, nearly giving her what she needed to break back out of the strange trance she had fallen in, but then he crouched next to her, and she could not help but hope that he would touch her. The goddess closed her eyes and mistakenly expected--or rather potently hoped for--tenderness but then felt only the presence of Evan's hand near to touching her throat, and she cried out, her eyelids closed in agony, unable to keep her head swaying forward in an attempt to create a moment of contact. How delicious it would have been to feel his hand around her neck again... somehow she knew that that touch would only deepen and prolong the strange bliss she was feeling.

Instead, the goddess grew angry, so furiously desperate for Evan's skin that she could barely remember the sweet taste of it. "Please" threatened to come out of her own mouth now as she felt Evan's growing satisfaction that he had put her in this state. She was starting to fall, deeper, more potently than she had since...

No.

Fuck no.

All the goddess' rage at Evan's comment while he was on the table flooded back to her as her eyes flew open and were full of fire. Still, even with her anger to fuel her actions, she could only glare at Evan for a moment, some part of her actively begging for touch while the rest of her glare could have burned a hole straight through him and his entirely-too-pleased-with-himself expressions. Her chest heaved from her heavy breathing, and all she could think to do was reach out and grab hold of the ankle nearest to her, her middle finger targeting the sensitive skin on the lower back part of the ankle bone as she allowed electric vibrations to thrum from her finger to that place, at the very minimum trying to catch Evan off guard with the immensely pleasurable sensation and entirely too thrilled to be touching him at all.

Fuck yessss, Evan revelled in feeling the goddess trying to sway into his touch, which he smoothly kept just out of her reach. It took some effort, but was certainly made easier by his current headspace, soaring upwards by the moment as it was. He felt like he had the goddess in the palm of his hand, and holy fuck was that a trip. His expression didn't even falter as the goddess opened her eyes and her glare tried to burn into him. He did feel a jolt of fear shoot down from his heart and into his stomach, but between his ability to hold his gaze in spite of that and the goddess' lack of follow-up action, the captain just felt more smug as a result. Seemed to him that he had her--but now what did he want to do with her?

Just as he was contemplating that, he did startle slightly at the feel of the goddess' fingers making contact with his ankle. It surprised him, and felt so fucking good. His hand finally moved forward to grasp the goddess' throat, his resolve to withhold contact weakened now that the goddess had made contact first. His attention swept ecstatically between the surprisingly intimate thrum of the goddess' fingers on his ankle and the warm, heady glow of his hand against her neck. His grip started soft, at first simply the touch of skin against skin, but he very gradually increased the pressure, all the while his wide, prideful smirk watching the goddess' expression. By this point he felt certain that it'd require a fair amount of effort on her part to keep up the angry glare as he tightened his grip and pushed her further down, and he nearly giddily awaited catching the first signs of that faltering on her face.

While the sensations the goddess was sending into Evan's ankle felt good--to both of them--she was frustrated that they hadn't taken him off guard nearly as much as she had wanted. But, oh, how it felt to have Evan's grip around her throat, his fingers almost delicate at first before becoming more harsh, cutting off some of the blood supply to her brain. It was a rush, and though she might have been able to turn or fight him before he got his hand completely around her neck, she didn't want to. She wanted this to happen, wanted to see his face as he pushed her down further into her own consciousness, the sweet blackness that seemed to summon her to succumb.

Dehaljadrun's ears began to ring, a loud rushing sound not unlike the sound of a falling river, but she ignored it, craving the deeper darkness where even sound was irrelevant.

The goddess's fingers around Evan's ankle began to go limp, unwilling to keep anything up other than paying attention to the narrowing focus in her mind. Was this nearing the experience of becoming a thrall? Even with the king, it hadn't...

But she couldn't let this go on any longer, could she? Some part of her wanted to, and even her glare was beginning to lose its flare. This was supposed to be her training Evan, not whatever the fuck he thought he was doing. But maybe this was exactly the kind of training he needed, this power thrumming within him as he pressed his goddess to the ground, hand on her throat...

Dehaljadrun used what space was left in her vocal chords to emit a groan as she fell a little deeper and further still. Thoughts became difficult to pull together, and the sound of the river rushing grew louder until it was practically all she could hear, and as her vision darkened at the edges, it also lightened in the center, brightening her into a mental landscape that was uncannily familiar. No, it couldn't be...

Her surprise and sudden realization pulled the goddess fully out of the trance that throwing her off the table had begun as she fought Evan, first jabbing her elbow into the arm holding her throat such that Evan was forced to bend his arm and let go, aiming to make Evan put more weight on one side. Dehaljadrun then pulled her leg up and between them before moving it up and around one side of Evan's neck, pushing him to the ground with her powerful thighs. He hit the ground off the rug with a hard thud, and the goddess righted herself, her lower thighs and knees putting pressure on his neck. Since her arms were free, she reached up and detangled a few strands of her hair, making it incredibly obvious that she could have Evan exactly where she wanted him whenever she wanted him. Finally, a smirk reappeared on her face, though the memory of the river image threatened to crack the goddess' facade.