Written Wonderland

Excitement swelled within Philip as the goddess brought her lips close to his. The feeling of her against the inside of his leg only heightened the sensations of anticipation, alertness, and desire swirling through his core. He tried to rationalize that his body was likely sympathizing with what her erection meant about her own states of arousal and excitement, though even that possibility struck him as somewhat unnerving.

He wanted to respond to her words that he didn't even know what he wanted from her, but something about the way she inhaled by his neck stole his ability to speak and left him feeling breathless and desperate to kiss her, or touch her, or just-- do something he couldn't conceive of or articulate and yet somehow intensely desired. In that way, he supposed he was glad for her hand against the back of his neck as at least it was increased touch, though he was certainly surprised by the way that its squeeze seemed to send warm tingles all the way through his neck and his head and manifest as white and gold splashes dancing across his vision. He closed his eyes again, though mostly that just accomplished setting the splashes against a black-violet backdrop instead.

The lieutenant felt overwhelmed and disoriented to say the least, and without even thinking about it he lifted one of his arms to wrap around the goddess as she pressed her body against his, his lungs exhaling a heavy, shaky but relieved sigh as his hand brushed over her back and his fingers intermingled with her hair and the warmth of her body against his seeped down into his bones. Her movements up and down against him further warmed both Philip and the colors he saw, shifting them more towards red and orange as they began to blossom excitedly moreso than splash.

The goddess' whisper by his ear sent a strong chill down his shoulder and his chest and his side to his hip, where he felt the tug of his belt. He pried his eyes open again, trying to orient himself at least enough to gain some control over his body again.

"Please, stop," he managed to whisper airily, but in the same breath the hand against her back curled its fingers around the hair that fell there, and his hips swayed slightly off the ground, betraying their own excitement as the goddess pulled his belt away and sent a strong shiver all the way from his tail bone up through his spine.

A part of him acknowledged his protests were absurd at this point - obviously he was experiencing potent desires. But he didn't even understand entirely what they were, and he felt incredibly uncertain about how this was going to go, which scared him deeply. Even if he completely willingly submitted to her, he didn't know what was expected or appropriate in the slightest, and he felt utterly paralysed-- except for the ways that his body was starting to move without thought, which, really, was rather alarming to him in its own right.

Dehaljadrun couldn't help but laugh when Philip asked her to stop. It was a light laughter that fell into a satisfied purr. She greatly appreciated Philip's hand on her back and in her hair--it sent electricity through her spine and into her scalp--but his "please, stop" only encouraged her. 

"Surely you don't mean that," the goddess said, leaning down close to Philip's lips again. She met his gaze briefly before meeting his lips, gently pressing her soft lips against his, her tongue caressing his bottom lip. She pulled away from him then and kneeled inches away from Philip's feet. She raised her eyebrow again momentarily before running her hands slowly up and down the sides of her body. Simultaneously, a tendril of light returned and began to vine up one of her thighs and around her torso. The glow of the light was compelling and looked warm and inviting even from a distance. The air in the room also began to vibrate with static electricity such that it felt pressurized and emphasized anticipation.

The bulk of Philip's consciousness fell hard into that kiss; his eyes fell shut again and for a brief moment the only nerves in his body seemed to be on his lips, and experiencing utter ecstacy. His neck stretched as far as it could to follow the goddess as she pulled away from it, and he felt left without even air to breathe for a moment once that touch was gone. His eyes opened again, heavy with desire and confusion and disappointment as he watched her put space between them. For some reason, it hurt. But isn't this what he wanted? To be given some space to breathe and think and regather himself?

The lieutenant tried to reconnect with his more rational mind, to inhale deeply and indeed take a moment to reassess the situation and just simply think. But his eyes couldn't pry themselves from the goddess as she caressed herself, and he found himself envious of the light-- or, of the goddess? Perhaps both. They were both getting to experience each other's touch and warmth, and meanwhile Philip was awkwardly laying there half propped up on one elbow, stuck between his discretion and desire.

He should try to leave. Now when they were disentangled and he sort of had his head on his shoulders again would be the time to do it. But the thought gripped painfully at his chest and anchored him to the spot. He... didn't... want to leave. Acknowledging that was terrifying, and lit flashes of self-disgust in his gut, but perhaps at least with that internal debate mostly settling, he could maybe, finally start figuring out what he did want.

He supposed... he wanted to hold her. That was easy enough to identify. But he doubted she'd be content with that - in fact, he felt so sure that wasn't what she wanted it felt absurd to ask for. She clearly wanted this to be sexual. His body was certainly plenty responsive to the notion. But to what end? A deep blush bloomed on Philip's face and he cast his eyes uncomfortably to the side, his mind unable to help imagining possibilities. Her lips around him, maybe... gods, she'd look gorgeous. But that seemed so incredibly selfish. Would he reciprocate? The thought was uncomfortable, admittedly, but he supposed he probably would. He'd also heard of... other options, which men who had sex with each other sometimes chose, but that sounded downright awful and Philip couldn't imagine why anyone would enjoy it. Surely it was painful? It certainly felt wrong - unsanitary, at the very least. And just... certainly terrifying in the way that any uncharted territory frightened Philip to explore.

The lieutenant decided to hope the goddess was more interested in the former possibility he had entertained, and he resolved to stop waffling and finally take action. So the goddess had the same body parts as him - so what? Surely he was capable of navigating that. He briefly felt angry and embarrassed towards himself for recoiling earlier, but shook it off to move forward quickly enough.

With a soft, uncomfortable sigh, the lieutenant pushed himself up onto his knees and leaned towards the goddess, intending to slip his hands over her cheeks and back into her hair to pull their lips together into another kiss.

Before Philip could touch her cheeks, the goddess moved lithely backward, taking advantage of putting Philip off kilter after her sudden movement to get her arms around the middle of him and twist her body such that Philip landed on his stomach. From there, she quickly climbed on top of him and caressed the back of his neck where she had touched him before moving down his spine with one finger from top to bottom, spreading and enhancing the intensity of the sensation. The goddess was dripping with the satisfaction of watching Philip attempt to fantasize about her such that she was wet against the small of his back, and she became eager to show him just how many ways she could introduce him to his own sexuality.

She stroked down his back gently with her finger again, but the third time she did so, the goddess used her nail hard enough to leave an angry red mark down Philip's spine, grinning all the while. 

"You could have left, but you didn't. You could have stopped me, but you didn't. I suppose I was right, then. You want this," the goddess said. She then touched the tip of her cock to his back, put her hand around her shaft, and slid in and out of her hand against Philip a few times slowly. "All of this."

Philip let out a soft, frustrated grunt as the goddess pinned him face down. He would have struggled to get out from under her, but her fingers on the back of his neck again stripped him of the determination; it either re-sparked the orange and gold blooms in his vision and the warm sort of static that tingled his nerves, or it just reminded him that those things hadn't gone away, and forced him to pay attention to them again. Her finger trailed down his spine, dragging the warm static tingles along with it and leaving a small ripple of shuddering muscles along the way. He could barely breathe, her finger demanded so much attention from both his mind and his body.

Her nail travelling down his spine pulled the colors he was seeing one more step closer to red, the patterns growing jagged. A flutter of something like fear travelled up from his gut to his chest, and his hands curled to fists against the ground.

But before he could respond further, the goddess started talking again, and her words made his body heavier than it already was, nipping any notion of fighting back in the bud as his mind momentarily got lost in the self-disgust he was certainly experiencing. She was right, about all of it.

Or at least, most of it.

The feeling of her tip against his back was intensely uncomfortable. The skin around it nearly bristled, and his mind fought vigorously against her implication that he wanted this.

"I want you," he retorted firmly, as though that made a very clear, very important point.

"Oh," the goddess said, "well, in that case..." She pulled away from Philip such that none of her skin was touching him but was still tantalizingly close. After a moment, she rested the hand that had held her cock on the top of his back and run it down his spine gently, delicately running her fingers over each vertebrae as though she were the one who had named it. 

She stepped completely away from him then, and the room began to shift into a large cushioned room with low light. There were purple fires glowing in the braziers throughout the space, Dehaljadrun's body glowing momentarily in the flames before she turned around and picked up a transparent robe a few shades darker than her skin. She arranged it somewhat modestly and sat with her knees to one side among the cushions. Despite the fact that her arms lay across the pillows as though they made up part of a throne, the way Dehaljadrun pointed her face toward the ground made her appear demure, vulnerable even.

The goddess waited for Philip to turn around, and she could not help that one of her eyebrows quirked slightly as she did so, hair again falling over one shoulder. 

"You prefer me like this then?" 

Philip grit his teeth as the goddess pulled away, having to will his body not to attempt to follow after her. Gods, every time she broke contact left him aching. But he hoped this was a step on the way to letting him off his stomach. He wanted to look at her, to hold her, to bring their lips together again...

But those thoughts were interrupted by her hand on his back again, and he shuddered. He grew lost quickly in her touch, his very bones feeling cherished in ways he couldn't have ever imagined. This... wasn't had he'd had in mind, but by gods he'd take it.

So of course, it felt over entirely too soon. The lieutenant couldn't quite stifle a small sigh that betrayed his exasperation as the goddess pulled away from him yet again, leaving him once more aching for her touch to return.

Determined to see his way through it, Philip started to push himself up onto his hands and knees as the space around him changed. He took in the sights of the dimly-lit room, his eyes glancing from one brazier of flames to the next as he continued pushing himself to his feet before turning and alighting his eyes on the goddess. Her pose was beautiful, but in a way that didn't match her previous behavior at all. Philip narrowed his eyes in irritation when she spoke up again.

He had half a mind to call her on what he was sure was a bluff, but then again... it would be nice if it wasn’t a bluff, and verbally calling her on it would just push her back towards behavior he was less fond of.

The lieutenant elected to remain silent instead, and approach the goddess confidently. If she let him, he’d kneel down next to her, knees next to her hip. One hand would trail up her thigh to rest on her other hip, while the other would rest on pillows by her shoulder, bracing him as he leaned in for a kiss.

The goddess' eyes gently followed Philip as he approached her, and she stayed perfectly still as he got on his knees. She watched and remained still even as Philip's hand traveled up her thigh, and she allowed her lips to part and release a small, breathy sigh in anticipation. She felt his other hand move close to her shoulder and remained unmoving, but as he leaned in toward her, the goddess tilted her chin fractions of a inch upward to meet him, letting him close the gap between their lips. She pulled him deeply into the kiss, inhaling near his lips and pulling his pleasure to the surface of his skin. As the kiss deepened, the goddess reached a hand up to caress his cheek before reaching around to the back of his neck with her fingers in his hair to very subtly pull him closer and tighter toward her. Her legs began to unfurl as they continued to kiss, her tongue delicately tracing the lines of his lower lip before retreating again and pressing their lips once again together. 

With her other hand, she ran the length of his spine slightly above his skin, slowly, somehow even more gently than the first time, with light shocks that were so subtle they could have been her fingers, but each one that touched him fanned the flames of his arousal and the images thereof, encouraging him to explore, to move deeper into her, into her body, into her presence, into her pleasure. 

The transparent robe she wore, which she had purposefully left untied, began to expose her chest, the dark fabric revealing her lightly purple skin that shown in the flames. Her glow was utterly and completely intoxicating, and she arched her back slightly, making it obvious that her plump breasts ached for touch.

Truth told, Philip hadn't expected the goddess to continue down this path as long as she did, but he certainly couldn't say he had any complaints about it. Everything she was doing was deeply gratifying to him, and fairly potently tugging his guard down. Perhaps, some incredibly optimistic part of him started to narrativise, this had in fact been the sort of interaction the goddess had wanted to get to all along, and she'd just been worried that Philip wouldn't have given it to her without the vulgar goading she'd engaged in before.

And, truth told, maybe he wouldn't have. Certainly, a part of how readily he closed the distance between their lips now was the ache she had built beneath his pants, and the heavy want for her she had cultivated over their interactions. A part of him still wanted to resent it, but a much larger part of him was ready to disappear into that kiss, to live inside the touch of her hand to his cheek and then the back of his neck, to completely lose himself within the tender sparks that lit up his back and warmed him as they moved through his being.

He didn't even consciously register her legs starting to part and unfurl, nor her robe falling away from her skin, not really. Whatever part of his mind registered it just passed the information straight to his body, and he responded smoothly, by now past the point of scrutinizing the wisdom or morality of this path. He reluctantly pulled his lips away from the goddess' with an uneven sigh, and moved to trail kisses down her neck and towards her breast while his knee shifted to settle between her legs. If she continued being this pliant and inviting, he would happily continue his motions to running his tongue and his lips over her nipple and moving his other knee to nudge her legs apart just a little bit wider before joining the first, while the hand on her hip ran warmly up over the curve of her hip and her waist and back down again, before reluctantly leaving her to begin undoing the buttons on his pants.

The goddess continued to allow Philip to act upon her, but she was terribly, horribly impatient. She ached to give up the act and ravage this man, but the goddess needed to keep herself under control if she was going to accomplish anything. Internally, she lamented, and perhaps that was all the impetus some part of her, a self-sabotaging part perhaps, needed to sink into Philip's hopes as he thought that maybe she really was this way, this compliant, this gentle, and though almost every fiber of her being wanted to resent that, laugh at that, prove every way the goddess knew how that it wasn't true, one strand of resonance softened within her. As the goddess of desire, she could not deny that every fantasy affected her, and that frustratingly empathetic part of her begged to give Philip what he wanted. Begged for this. 

And perhaps it was that part that softened under Philip's touch, that softened for Philip as warmth radiated from her fingertips where she was nearly touching his back. She stroked up and down again slowly, this time actually touching Philip with first her fingertips, then more of her fingers, then finally the full palm of her hand. Gods, why did this feel so good? But she knew, Philip enjoyed it, enjoyed it immensely and was comforted by it, if his thoughts were anything to go by, and she could not help but be moved by his desires and sensations. 

So when Philip's kisses finally reached her breast and moved on to her nipple, her back arched slightly so more of her breast pushed against his lips and into his mouth, and she let out a heavy breath, not realizing she hadn't been breathing as the result of the anticipation. It was everything she could do not to get pulled under by Philip's movements across her nipple, the way his lips lightly tugged at the enormous sensitivity of her areola, making her whole purpose here in Philip's dream feel hazy and irrelevant somehow. All this only became more intense as Philip widened the distance between her legs with his knee. 

Whatever part of her that Philip appealed to, small though it may be, nearly forced her to grasp for him as he pulled away to unbutton his pants, and there was a split second before the goddess steeled herself that her expression betrayed everything. After returning to a more neutral expression, though every expression the goddess made was seductive in its own right, every part of her watched eagerly as Philip began to unbutton his own pants, her legs still open to the exact place Philip had moved them. 

((OOC: I made a couple assumptions, but based on the conversation we had, I think they should be accurate. Let me know if I'm wrong. Also, it's really funny how much more excited I got about this one now that Xavier and Evan's is cooling off a bit. So glad we spent some time rewriting this post. It makes me much happier now, and it's really more true in a lot of ways. Dehaljadrun is not nearly as unmovable as she would like to think.))