Written Wonderland

Strangely, seeing the goddess smirk about whatever she was going to ask of him was comforting. He supposed, at this point they'd established that she really did want their arrangement to work, so if she thought there was a chance this request could break it, he didn't expect she'd be smirking about it.

Even so, that didn't mean he'd like the request.

He wasn't sure what to make of the thing when she said it--help her make a cloak? He rolled his eyes slightly at her comment that it was partly his fault she needed to make it, but that point didn't seem worth arguing. If he could help her make the cloak, he supposed he was amenable to the idea. But, the way she was smirking, he couldn't help assuming that somehow the task was going to be unpleasant.

"And what all would that entail?"

He did his best to convey skepticism, his eyebrow raising and his head tilting back slightly to look a bit more aloof. But he couldn't stop himself from swallowing nervously; in his core he knew he'd almost certainly agree to whatever she said at this point, but he wasn't especially keen on showing that.

Her doubt allayed since the larger negotiation, and likely bolstered by the fact that she was finally against Evan's skin again, the goddess felt Evan's swallow acutely, pleased that she did, indeed, have the upper hand at this point.

She did momentarily break into a smile before she returned her expression to neutral to explain.

"Gathering materials, to start. We would be venturing into the darker places in my realm to collect them. We need a potent demon to make the cloak out of and the right moon to set my powers inside the garment. And, someone to test it out on, to make sure that it works," the goddess said, her leg slipping up and down one of Evan's as she tilted her head, the scent of citrus and rain falling heavy as she looked at Evan with barely opened eyes that were full of temptation.

At first, 'gathering materials' sounded awfully dull, and Evan's expression showed it. But then the goddess went and said that they needed a demon to make the cloak out of, and his eyebrow lifted again in intrigue. They were going hunting, then, eh? Could be fun.

The goddess kept going with details--the right moon, whatever that meant; someone to try it out on... Evan let out an airy chuckle at that, but was clearly getting distracted by the way the goddess was moving against him, making him desperately wish this conversation would just be over already.

"So, do we need to go do that now, or..." Almost before he'd finished talking, Evan drew his free hand up into the goddess' hair and firmly grasped and twisted it, and aimed to use the leverage to pull her into a kiss.

The goddess nearly gasped as Evan's hand found its way through her hair, the sensations bringing up all the memories of when he had done that in the past, and as he started to pull her forward, she instinctively pulled in the other direction, wanting to feel the pressure and pain of his grip. Her eyes closed fully as she did so, her hips pressing forward, her hand unconsciously tightening further around Evan's other wrist.

"Mmmm... I think it can wait." Much as she enjoyed the sensation of Evan pulling her hair, there was something she wanted more. She looked at Evan mischievously, her teeth gleaming momentarily in a grin moments before she gave into the momentum of Evan's hand in her hair but redirected it to the place where his neck met his shoulder--her marks from previous nights still visible--and sunk her teeth in deeply, sucking and pulling and not able to care whether or not she was breaking skin in the process. With her legs tangled in his, she held him down with her weight and the force of her desire, pulling at him all the while, thinking, please, oh gods, don't take your hand out of my hair.

That went on for some time, the goddess loving the way that Evan frequently leaned into it, giving her more access to the area in a way that undeniably meant he wanted this pain, this pleasure, this mixture of their desires. Which tugged again on a memory, the sensation of sharing a body with him, of their consciousnesses being separate only by a thin strand of will, of being completely and utterly within him, and suddenly she wanted that so very badly again, not for any deal or purpose but just simply to bask in the sensation of it all, in the closeness, in the fire of it, in the bliss that would envelop them both.

Pulling up from Evan's neck and momentarily admiring the state it had left him in, the goddess said, "It's a deal, then." Afterward, she sat up, easily shaking off Evan's hand in her hair and letting his other wrist go, though not before she moved herself to straddling him just below the belt line of his pants. "Although," she said mysteriously with a dramatic pause, "I distinctly remembering you giving me permission to punish you for changing the deal." She paused again, the corners of her mouth twitching with the excitement and happiness she felt, her skin glowing more intensely and more electric than perhaps it had all night.

After one more glance at Evan, she placed a finger near the side of his left nipple and sent a moderate shock there, the arc visible to Evan. It was enough that it was just past the point of pleasure, but no further. She didn't want to hurt him... yet. Moving her finger down to the left-side center of his ribs, she sent another shock of the same intensity and then a third on his hip just before his pants began.

Evan was equal parts disappointed and pleased when the goddess resisted his pull. He could tell she was enjoying the sensation of it, and as much as his lips wanted to touch hers, it was hard to complain about the way her eyes closed in pleasure. He nearly purred when she said the cloak could wait, excitement swirling through him that, finally, they could just fucking enjoy each other for a bit.

The way her teeth darted for his neck only stoked that excitement brighter. He groaned languorously and his fingers curled tighter in the goddess' hair, holding her against him as he unconsciously shifted to give her more access. Gods, he really could lose himself in that sensation, riding the oscillating waves of adrenalin and pleasure at the feel of her lips and her tongue against his skin while her teeth dug and bit and kept his attention pinned to the spot.

He did fight it some, his hips and his legs occasionally testing the goddess' steadiness and his pinned arm occasionally attempting to get free, but it was so fucking hard to give it an earnest effort. The goddess' body and her weight on top of him felt so fucking good, and her long, deep, glorious bite was hardly something he could complain about. He didn't necessarily like his other hand unable to touch her, and that was the part he put the most effort into fighting against, but even that was worth it for everything else that was happening; he certainly wasn't about to stop anything else just for the sake of trying to get his hand free.

A deep sigh escaped his lips as the goddess released the bite, endorphins flooding to the site as his muscles there started to relax. A strong throbbing lingered after, which Evan could swear he felt echoing in his chest--well, in fact, he supposed the throbbing itself was probably the echo, as each heartbeat swelled pressure at the fresh wound. He couldn't help smiling in amusement, mostly at himself; how fucking crazy did you have to be to like this shit? He'd always enjoyed getting bitten, sure, but breaking skin was a whole new sensation, and now he couldn't fucking get enough of it, it was such a fucking rush.

His eyes finally focused again when the goddess spoke, though her words took a second to sink in; just officially closing up the deal, right? It was honestly faster for disappointment to sink in when she sat up afterwards, her distance tugging at his chest. Almost without thinking about it, Evan used his hands--unceremoniously brushed off and freed as they were--to push himself to sit up. He'd had half a mind to bite her once he closed the distance, but he wavered, dizziness pulling his attention to grounding himself as the scale he'd forgotten on his chest rolled down onto the cushion by his hip. The goddess spoke again, then, and the captain caught his breath and collected himself to listen to what she had to say.

His smirk faltered with fluster when she referenced punishing him for changing the deal. He couldn't decide if he was relieved or terrified to see excitement in her expression, and he couldn't help swallowing nervously again. He couldn't deny he enjoyed the way she seemed to literally glow with that excitement, though, and he supposed it was better than real anger, right? He airily chuckled at himself once more, right before the goddess shocked him near his nipple and he grit his teeth to hold back a soft groan. Honestly, it didn't hurt all that much, though. He breathed easily through the next shock on his rib, and the next near his pants... he knew this wasn't wise, but he couldn't fucking help himself; a cocky grin settled back on his face, and he raised an eyebrow to the goddess.

"Mmm... hope that's not all you got."

The goddess watched as the scale fell down on a nearby cushion, making sure to keep an eye on where it was. After having only so recently gotten it back, she wasn't keen on losing it. But, perhaps it was better that it was out of the way now, especially as Evan issued not only confirmation of his permission but a fucking dare to do more. Of fucking course that wasn't all she had, but there was that ever-present push and pull between giving him what he wanted, which she could feel as acutely as if they were her own desires, and keeping what he wanted from him, which he also deeply wanted. Fuck, gods, everything was suddenly a good option.

But... he was asking for it, and far be it from her to pass up an opportunity to show off. She took advantage of his closeness for a moment, pressing herself closer into him and sensing his craving to bite her breast as it was so fucking close to his face. The goddess leaned in and got excruciatingly close to him before pulling away and standing up completely. She then quickly gestured toward him, and thin cylinders of electric cords criss-crossed over Evan's body. Two cords came up over his shoulders, crossing and rethreading themselves under and between Evan's legs. Yet a third wrapped around Evan's wrist and searched for the other one, tying them with the cords now interlacing themselves behind Evan's back. The cord around his wrists then wrapped around Evan's waist for good measure, tying under the others in the front atop Evan's diaphragm. The hum of the cords grew louder, the sound of their electricity beginning to bite and snap with impatience.

Smiling then, the goddess came closer to Evan, careful to avoid touching any of the cords, and looked him over thoroughly before crawling back and straddling his legs. Grasping his chin, the goddess looked deeply into Evan's eyes, quiet, not saying anything, but intensely wanting to reassure him that she did care about him, that she wasn't just testing him, but she could not bring herself to say anything aloud. Besides, it would completely negate the point of punishing him if he wasn't at least a little afraid.

The goddess brought her face to Evan's upturned chin and ran her tongue along his bottom lip, her eyes rolling with pleasure. She could do anything she wanted while he was confined like this. But, finally, she leaned forward and brought their lips together, the electricity of the anticipation between them almost louder than the electric cords. Her lips pressed deeply into his, and her teeth clung to his bottom lip before her tongue surged forward slowly and tasted the inside of his mouth. The goddess nearly forgot about the cords in the distraction of the kiss and nearly set her hand on Evan's neck but pulled her it away, instead caressing Evan's chin and ear with one hand.

After a few moments, she pulled out of the kiss and stood up again, grabbing the center where the cords all tied together and lifting slightly so Evan could feel the sensation of them holding his weight. She raised an eyebrow then, eager and threatening, as she pulled higher such that Evan' torso was supported in the air by a few inches. The goddess watched Evan's expression closely, pacing herself, wanting to build the anticipation as long as she could stand it, building up seemingly in time with the electricity between them, and lifted him just a few inches higher before she dropped everything, the cords snapping against Evan and sending a cascade of shocks through every place the cords touched as each area bit into Evan on his way back down to the ground.

((OOC: If he struggles much after he hits the ground, they will shock him again. Also, it's totally fine if Evan needs to like, pass out for a minute or something. Lol.))

Anticipation rose in Evan's chest the instant he'd made his comment. Obviously, he knew full well that wasn't all the goddess had, and now there was just waiting to see how far she'd take it. He managed to do so with a smirk, albeit also gritted teeth, and was both surprised and skeptical when the goddess responded by leaning in closer. His mouth practically salivated thinking about biting her, and he was seriously considering following through. He might have consented to some sort of punishment, but that didn't mean he'd just fucking obediently wait for it to happen. Figured, of course, that right when he was about to act, the goddess abruptly pulled away, once again tugging at his chest and making him yearn to follow after her.

He stubbornly remained seated, though, his fingers curling tensely into the cushions he still leaned back against as his eyes followed the goddess with longing, curiosity, excitement, and certainly a dash of fear. It'd be interesting to see how punishment he consented to compared to the other shit the goddess had put him through--would she go easy, with everything so above board now, or would she go even harder than before? He honestly didn't know what to expect, which was its own sort of exciting and absolutely godsdamned terrifying all at once.

He didn't have long to wonder before he realized that something was wrapping around him--multiple somethings, in fact. He sat up straight as he took stock of what was happening, and the instant he realized that a wrist was once again being restrained he hastily swung his arms out to his sides to try to throw off the cord's trajectory, following up quickly with twisting around to try to use his free hand to grab it before it grabbed his second wrist. All to no avail, though; the cord was around his second wrist in short order, and yanking it along with his first wrist behind his back. He grunted in frustration--and also pain, as the cord over his shoulder put some pressure near the fresh bite--and he tossed the goddess an expression which was at first a glare but then slipped into a rather impressed-looking grin--again, albeit with gritted teeth. Of fucking course she'd punish him with restraint. A part of him almost wanted to laugh, but he kept that impulse tightly under control, not wanting at this juncture to get her legitimately angry again. Among other things, he was sure he'd be in for enough of a ride as it was.

He tested the strength of the cords as he watched the goddess approach him again, not really expecting to be able to get free but far be it from him to not make absolutely fucking sure. He gathered as much pride as he could into his expression when the goddess tilted his chin, though he faltered when he saw something in her eyes he wasn't expecting. He wasn't even sure what it was, exactly, but it warmed his chest, and sparked some embarrassment when it reminded him that evidence of tears was probably still all over his face. He felt confused by her expression, but somehow glad for it, even if it did throw him off quite a bit.

He gasped softly when she leaned in, then, his lip ecstatic about the touch of her tongue and pulling his mind right the fuck back into his excited, nervous, aroused, longing, frustrated body. He was already leaning towards her hoping for a full kiss when she leaned in herself, and he was so fucking glad that was also what she wanted.

He hummed into the kiss, his bliss and excitement spliced with irritation when he absent-mindedly tried to move his arms to touch her and could not. Even so, he was easily pulled back to bliss again as the goddess' teeth tugged at his lip and her tongue explored his mouth, all of which he couldn't help enthusiastically welcoming. Her hand on his chin and his ear sent chills down his neck and his back, but also stoked the ache in the rest of his body, wishing they were touching in more places than just his godsdamned face. He once again cursed his restraints, his arms wanting desperately to wrap around the goddess and bring her closer.

Anger was already swelling in him as the irritation from the restraints and the frustration of their touch being so constrained overwhelmed the pleasure from the kiss, and his expression absolutely was a glare when the goddess pulled back out of even that. If this had been a different context, he might have growled, but instead he simply grit his teeth and breathed deeply, trying to keep his anger under control here; he knew he'd fucking asked for this, much as he fucking hated it right then.

It was difficult to keep his composure, though, when the goddess lifted him up by the cords, surprising him and sending a pang of embarrassment down his spine. He felt fucking awkward in this position, his feet still in contact with the floor but without any leverage, and his torso completely in the goddess' control. He glared silently at the goddess with gritted teeth as she lifted him higher, and he tried to calculate without moving whether he could do anything with his feet to improve his situation. But long before that calculation completed, the goddess dropped him, and--more notably, apparently--let the cords snap back against his skin as he fell. At first he cried out; for some godsdamned stupid reason, he hadn't been braced for the sensation of shocks, and these were no fucking joke. He clamped his jaw shut as soon as he could, though, and muffled his pain into a groan, though another cry escaped him as he hit the ground and the shocks kept fucking going.

He was disoriented by the time the shocks subsided for sure, but only took a beat to draw in a breath and then try to hook the goddess' ankle with his foot and pull her off balance, his mind now absolutely dipping into instinctive territory. On some level he was still perfectly aware of the situation, and that he wasn't in actual danger, but fuck it; if the goddess didn't want him fighting back at all during his punishment, he was sure she'd fucking manage, and until then, he wasn't fucking keen on holding back.

The goddess was poised and prepared for the sensations the shocks would send through Evan's body, and while she felt them, they were distant, a phantom sensation rather than the full-bodied experience. Again, like back at the barrier, the goddess was nearly jealous of how much Evan could feel them in comparison. Before she could help herself, she even imagined that it was her trapped inside the lightning cords with that gritted-teeth grin.

She shook it off, though, as Evan's foot swung out and tried to trip her. She dodged it casually as though it were simply an annoyance and came back down to where Evan lay helpless on the cushions. She grabbed the center of the electric harness she had made and pulled, tightening the cords along Evan's shoulders and back, his wrists and neck, not to mention around and under his groin.

While she did not suspend him this time, Dehaljadrun pulled the cords tighter and then let go all at once, snapping yet another set of shocks through Evan. This set, she felt more acutely, though the distance still felt present to her. Still, she could not help but give a soft, muffled cry at the sensation. Finally, they were starting to connect again. Hungry for more, the goddess grabbed the center of the harness again, wasting no time in snapping it, her cries a little louder, and snapping it again, her body now shaking and seizing from the electricity.

She did it again and again and again, each time amplifying the last until she fully believed she felt the sensation as much as Evan did, and crying out loudly now with pain and ecstasy, collapsed down against the cushions, breathing heavy and full of a potent, frustrated lust. Gods, did she ever want his body now.

The goddess released Evan then with a gesture, the cords dissipating into mist, but it took a few moments of heavy breathing for her to even remotely recover herself.

The ease with which the goddess side-stepped Evan's attempt to trip her was deeply frustrating, and burned yet more embarrassment into his cheeks. His heart leapt anxiously into his throat when she pulled on the cords again, but the captain stubbornly swallowed it down and sent a determined glare straight into the goddess' eyes; this time, he'd be more prepared for the sensation of the snap and the shocks running through him.

The captain groaned heavily when the goddess let the cords snap back against him again, his jaw and his eyes both clamping shut as he rode out the cascade of shocks that bit into him and coursed through his body. He'd expected her to let him recover as she had before, though, and panic spiked when he felt the cords drawn tight again, bringing his distracted, tired, overwhelmed attention back to the ways in which he was restrained and tender and aroused, all while his body still trembled. It was only a blink before she released the cords again and drew a loud, hoarse cry from Evan's throat as his attention plunged right back into a new wave of pain and spasms and chaotic, confusing flashes of colors and dark.

He didn't really register that he'd blacked out at all, in no small part because the moments in which he did were brief and intermittent as the goddess carried on relentlessly, and invariably he awoke to all the same sensations as before he'd momentarily left, his mind only allowing the tiniest of escapes when it became too much. After all, no matter how painful and exhausting and disorienting this was, he wanted to endure every bit of it that he could. For his pride, for his honor, and for his goddess.

However, somewhere amidst it all, it did register that she was crying out in pain, too. He grew worried and confused, but could only think about it for disjointed, fleeting moments amidst everything else. Even so, his thoughts came in and out as they were able: Why was she feeling into this? Shouldn't he be the only one hurting? Wasn't that the point? Would this all be for nothing if it hurt her just as much?

At long last, a wave of shocks began to subside without another right on its heels--and in fact, as his body started to still and his mind started to clear, he realized that his arms were now by his sides and not pulled together behind him. He assessed the room around him; found the goddess catching her breath beside him, and all at once he wanted nothing more than to roll over beside her, wrap his arm around her, and sink his teeth deep into the hinge of her shoulder and her neck.

The goddess enjoyed the sensation of her breath moving her whole body and did not care to recover quickly from the sensations she had been able to sink into through Evan. She had accomplished something--exactly what that was, she wasn't sure, but she was elated about it nonetheless. Long before she wanted to pull herself out of her blissed-out state, she felt the weight of Evan's arm and then the sharp sensations of his teeth on her neck, which plunged her ever deeper into her bliss rather than out of it, and the vision of the palace around her seemed to swim and grow dark as though there was nothing that could possibly matter more than the way Evan was sinking his teeth into her. And, really, there wasn't. They had found a new arrangement that worked for each of them, soon she would have her freedom again, and the goddess had fully experienced her own shocks through Evan's body. What more could she possibly want?

Dehaljadrun stayed in that position for a long while, basking in the sensations and, at least for those moments, wholly uncaring whether Evan thought of her as weak. She had sufficiently punished him--and, deliciously, herself in the process--and wanted to enjoy the fruits of her labors, and though she knew that, soon, other part of her body--and Evan's--would be demanding attention, for now, just for now, she let it all wash over her, every little part that Evan enjoyed as well as the fatigue that she had managed to work up, even just temporarily, in her own body, and she was perfectly, blissfully content.