Written Wonderland

On some level, Evan was surprised that the goddess let him carry on, but he was glad for it. His teeth sank in deep, gnawing hungrily as he licked and sucked at the skin he held captive there. He was so present in how good that felt that he barely even realized his arm was tightening around the goddess, his fingers finding their way under the goddess' dress by her collar and his nails dragging slowly over her skin.

Evan seemed perfectly pleased to revel in that for quite some time, though then it seemed sudden when he finally felt satisfied with it. He released his bite as well as somewhat relaxed his hand, then, some amount of embarrassment coming over him about how long he'd indulged in those particular impulses. He considered moving on quickly and sliding his hand down to the goddess' hip to slide under her dress there--a notion which certainly appealed to parts of him, to finally move things along in that direction--but something held him still. He supposed, he wanted to make sure that the goddess actually felt that she'd gotten what she needed out of what had just happened, because some anxiety about whether it'd actually done any good still lingered in his chest.

"We good, then?" he asked in a low voice by her ear, trying to simply sound smooth and serious but perhaps wavering in pitch just enough to hint at the nervousness softly buzzing inside him.

In her bliss-fueled state, Dehaljadrun could do nothing but arch her back as Evan's nails raked under her dress. Evan's arm also tightened around her, and she found it unreasonably comforting.

When he stopped, it was a few moments before the goddess opened her eyes to the firelit room, blinking to collect herself and somewhat frustrated that the pleasure trance had ended. Why had he stopped? And then he spoke, which elicited a dramatic eye roll. Did she really need to say it? Hadn't what they had just done together been evidence enough? Did he think she just let herself enter that sort of a state in front of just anyone?

Still irritated, the goddess propped herself up and looked at Evan, glancing over his shoulders and the muscles in his arms and chest, at his tattoos and at the nervousness she could sense in his expression. He really did want to be on good terms with her, and she supposed that was heart-warming in some way. Also frustrating--and terrifying as hell. Was he placating her at this point?

But the time of doubting Evan felt like it had passed as the thoughts in that vein held no purchase anymore. He had allowed--and even encouraged--her to punish him, and she truly believed that they had come to a fair and honest agreement.

How she wished he had simply followed through with the fantasy that had come into her mind just before he had pulled away, moving up her dress, giving her even more of the bliss she so craved now that it was gone.

Ooh, the impulse to be sarcastic was strong. She couldn't just say "yes," could she? Was she, once more, making this easy on Evan?

Instead, in response, she put a hand on his chest and pushed him over gently so he was lying on his back. Looking at him with a soft but determined expression, the goddess put her other hand delicately over the bulge in his pants, her expression unchanging. In tandem, in rhythm, she moved both hands up and down very, very slowly, maneuvering the rest of her body so she was between Evan's legs. She closed her eyes then and continued the motions, creating a sense of flow within Evan's body. If he tried to move at all, she would use her legs or a sharp glance to stop him.

For a few minutes, she did this, encouraging a wave-like motion within Evan that she might--if he cooperated--be able to sink deep enough into to merge their bodies once more, at least, if the shocks of lightning through her body were any indication of their repaired connection. She strongly desired to feel that river of flow and pleasure with him if he would allow it, and she could not stop hoping desperately that he would.

The silence following Evan's question gripped at his chest, embarrassment hot on his face and anxiety swelling. What if she was angry that he had tried to trip her? Fuck, what if she was disappointed he hadn't fought back more? But, no, that didn't seem right, no matter how the feeling in his chest might worry. Hadn't she just laid with him in bliss after what had happened? Why was he so fucking anxious right now?

He did his best to keep his expression level as the goddess propped herself up and faced him. He did think he sensed some irritation, though the goddess seemed to be keeping it out of her expression at least. He resisted her hand on his chest only slightly, partly fighting with himself over how pliable to be right now, partly just honestly curious to see whether she'd insist he lay down. Then, once he complied, she put her other hand on his groin, and Evan gasped softly and tried to sit back up, though not ardently--feeling the resistance she gave against his chest, he swallowed his discomfort at being acted upon and tried to relax into it. He nearly shivered as her hands started moving in tandem, his hips bucking slightly off the ground in excitement he couldn't contain.

It wasn't long before he was breathing heavily in time with her movements, his body subtly undulating with the rhythm she lead them both into. His hands gripped at the cushions below him, his jaw clenching to muffle the occasional moan that wanted to slip out. He kept coming in and out of sync with her, though; embarrassment at inaction and anxieties about thrallhood tag-teamed against his bliss, and finally stirred him to earnestly try to throw the goddess off of him--hopefully playfully, and ideally followed by another deep, languorous bite into her neck.

Despite the resistance Evan gave at first, the goddess felt into the rhythm they were creating, feeling at several points that, yes, perhaps they could merge this way, without pain, without planning. She grew endlessly excited, and her breath picked up again as Evan's hips bucked and his breathing matched hers, but just as soon as she was nearly convinced that they would enter the flow state together, Evan seemed to lose track of the rhythm, moving against her rather than with her at inopportune moments, and her heart cried out, frustrated and concerned about why they were not able to join like they had the previous night.

She thought back to that moment, the demons holding Evan down, Evan's specific request to have another memory of her in her body, her anger at the possibility that he would doubting her ability, and the way her burns forced the energy in his body to align with hers. It had been nothing more than ceremonious. It made what she was trying to do now absolutely pale in comparison. It wasn't going to happen just because she wanted it.

Before the goddess had fully completed that line of thought, Evan leveraged himself such that he managed to roll her over, but she caught on quickly, fueled by embarrassment and frustration at herself, and used the momentum to roll Evan over again, even though it meant they knocked hard against one of the heavy stone braziers. She was on top of him again, and her hands could not help but find his neck, pressing against the soft skin there and purposefully aggravating the fresh bite between Evan's neck and shoulder. She absolutely wanted to remind him who was in control here. The goddess may enjoy the things he did to her, may consent to agreements that put them on equal terms, but at the end of the evening, Dehaljadrun was the one who held Evan's life in her hands, and she wanted to make that literally apparent right here, right now.

With her hands pressing harder down on Evan's neck, the goddess leaned down to Evan's ear and said, "Only as good as we've ever been." It was an unsatisfying answer, and she knew it, but the impulse to comfort Evan had long left her. The goddess allowed her hands to warm then, and before long, they were hot with barely contained flames still pressed against his neck.

Evan was elated when he managed to roll the goddess over. He was disappointed not to get the chance to bite her when she proceeded to keep them rolling and sent him right back down, but a smile was on his face nonetheless--even as his shoulder rammed into the brazier and he let out a pained but almost amused-sounding groan, and even as the goddess' hands clasped around his throat and tugged at the tender skin near the bite she had given him.

His expression did falter, though, once he finally really took a fresh look at the goddess' expression. Shit, she was upset about something. Fuck. He grew more serious as that sank in, and suddenly the fact that she was now keeping him from breathing re-lit that feeling of panic and anxiety in his chest. She might not kill him, but she could easily make him pass out if she wanted. She could easily do all manner of things to him to wipe excited smiles off his face. His lungs instinctively tried to take in a breath, but other than that Evan tried to remain still, his eyes searching the goddess' expression for some hint about how she was likely to proceed from here.

She leaned in, adding pressure and pushing some blackness into Evan's vision as his blood flow restricted, but she did at last answer his question. Not with the most assuring of responses, but honestly, Evan thought her reply was fair enough. It wasn't like they could now magically trust each other 100%; they were only just out of the chasm they'd fallen into, or at least that was certainly what he hoped that she meant.

Even so, whatever relief he might've felt from that was swiftly counterbalanced by a growing heat in the goddess' hands, and Evan's mind was quick to imagine the way she'd burned his hips the night before, and how much fucking worse it'd be if she did the same to his throat, even if she healed it quickly after (and right now, that seemed like a big fucking if). That thought pushed Evan's body into motion without stopping to ponder strategy; his hands grasped and pushed and clawed at the goddess' arms and wrists--and neck, if she left it in reach--and his legs tried to push her off-balance, his eyes doing their best to glare but absolutely betraying the fear that palpitated within his silently gasping lungs and his now flailing, panicking gut.

As Evan's fingernails and legs did everything in their power to get her to stop, especially once she applied heat to his neck, the goddess internally purred in response, her smile devious and pleased, her eyes full of malice. She really did want him to be afraid of her. Or, she knew he wanted to be afraid of her. She honestly could no longer decipher the difference, and she wasn't sure it mattered.

Though Evan's legs did manage to knock one side of her against the brazier again, his attempts at escape left only claw marks across her hands as she dodged easily when Evan tried to grasp her throat. But then, she was shaken again by the memory of sensing into the shocks she gave Evan as punishment, and she leaned back down again, allowing Evan to clutch her throat if he was going to, her hands lifting up slightly to give him one gulp of air before they closed in again, hotter now, her body absolutely aching with the desire stemming from straddling Evan.

Evan had mixed feelings about the goddess' expression as she held him down and kept a firm grip on his neck despite his clawing and flailing. It was strangely reassuring to some part of his brain, but terrifying to other parts, seeing the pleasure and malice so apparent in her eyes. He would have groaned despite himself in some strange pleasure at how steady the goddess was even as his nails raked down her arms and his body lurched beneath her trying to breathe, but the sound was stopped short by her hands, determined and dangerously hot around the captain's neck. His own eyes were brimming with fear, though his eyebrows drew together in a way that certainly hinted at the nature of the sound trying to escape his throat.

The furrow of his brow only grew more apparent as the goddess leaned down to where he could grasp at her throat, his hands quick to take the opportunity to mirror the pressure she put on his, though his eyes sparked a flash of frustration and lament that he couldn't also mirror the heat.

He gasped loudly when the goddess let up on her grip, and he started to let up on his--honestly intending to see if he could use the opportunity to finally bat her hands away--but then her grip tightened again all too quickly, sparking a fresh flash of anger in Evan's eyes and a thoroughly re-tightened grip around her throat, this time decidedly even firmer than the goddess held around his. The way the heat around his own throat was turning to stinging definitely pulled winces into his expression, but at this point he was willing his body to remain as still as possible, out of some sense of stubbornness or perhaps a last grasp at having some minuscule sensation of control over the situation.

There was something in the way Evan was struggling against her, the way his expression was not quite what she would have expected, that excited the goddess impossibly much. Or perhaps it was the vibration she felt deeply within his body. Regardless, there was absolutely no trace of doubt in her to say that Evan didn't want her to do this, and it was intoxicating. It wasn't as though her frustration wasn't there--that was certainly fueling it--but the desire to press further into this sensation was immense, uncontrollable even.

And then he did grab her neck, and the sensation that she felt flowing through her began to build up against Evan's hands and continued to well within her. Some part of her had clearly not fully believed that Evan would grab her, or at least had not fully projected into the possibility.

Not to mention that he was by no means going easy on her.

Her hips swayed forward on Evan, and she would have moaned loudly if the sound were able to escape, but it would be difficult not to feel the pressure and vibration there regardless. This. Was. So. Fucking. Good.

And it only made her hungrier, which Evan seemed to respond to with an even tighter grip around her throat, his body pulling itself tight and still beneath her. She felt a wave move through him as his determination settled in and pushed back his initial discomfort, and she could not help but push into the pants that were still somehow over Evan's lower body. The goddess was starving for him, all the arousal that had beed hindered by the fear and the doubt and the anger and the confusion and the need to responsibly come to decisions came flooding back into her, and her body shook with desire. She began to move aggressively over Evan's body, sliding against him with her hands still around his throat, pushing further into Evan's hands and pulling away.

The goddess was losing the ability to control the heat of her hands against Evan's throat, oscillating wildly now between almost cooling off and very briefly spouting a flame. Her body undulated, and she was completely unsteady, not caring what else her body did as long as she was getting more of Evan's skin.

Evan practically snarled as he glared up at the goddess, panic and yearning and resolve all warring in his expression as the stinging at his neck grew sharper and the blackness around his vision encroached further still. All the while, the motions of the goddess' body fanned a flame within Evan which practically begged the captain to move his body with hers, begged him to let his expression beg her to stop with the games and just fucking fuck him already, but his stubbornness firmly overpowered it. He looked the goddess dead in the eye, his body unmoving save for the occasional panicked spasm of his lungs and desperate twitch of his cock, each just a little too autonomous for Evan to be able to completely hold still.

He could feel his hold on consciousness starting to slip, though. His lungs were burning almost as hot as his neck, and his vision had narrowed to naught but the goddess' eyes, the temptation quickly rising to let his grip fade and the blackness fully envelop him. He could swear the goddess seemed to be fading too, though--or in the very least losing control of herself--and his snarl briefly flashed to a wicked grin at the thought that he might at least take her down with him.

((OOC: So, yeah, apparently he's dedicated to going down stubborn lol. Feel free to have him go slack and such whenever best suits your next post ))

Lost as she was in all the sensation and the pressure of Evan's hands against her neck, she still managed to be impressed that Evan managed to keep his body in control. What did it say that he was more capable of that than she was? But she couldn't think about that now, now when her vision was beginning to swell with black at the edges. And if she was feeling the blackness closing in, how much further along must Evan be? The thought exploded excitement within her stomach, and some part of her wanted very, very much to continue applying pressure such that Evan would fully lose control of his body. Then again, if she let go now, that didn't necessarily mean that he would loosen his grip, unless, of course, he did lose consciousness.

Fine, then, she was prepared to see this through, and reigning in some of the heat from her hands, she applied more pressure and slowed her other movements, enjoying the way that Evan's lungs racked against his chest and made him spasm.

Her expression grew softer as Evan started fading, heading closer and closer to that sweet blankness. She felt his fingers begin to loosen, which only made her more determined to hold on. And as his eyes started to roll back into his head, the goddess gave it another agonizingly long ten seconds, enough to make sure his entire body was slack, before she finally let up. Dehaljadrun may have wanted to push Evan over an edge, but she obviously didn't want to cause any permanent damage. Surely she could control herself enough to manage that, right?

The goddess collected herself, moving off Evan and immediately beginning to unlace his boots. May as well take advantage of the time he was out. Without much hassle, she had his shoes and socks off, some part of her thoroughly enjoying the limp nature of Evan's body. She unbuttoned and pulled his pants off next, taking her time with them and reveling in the slow reveal of the dragon's tail as she did so.

That done, the goddess looked over Evan's vulnerable body and took a moment to decide what she wanted to do with him in this state. A plethora of things came to mind, but what she really wanted...

Without much more hesitation--she had no idea when he would wake up, after all, though he did appear to still be breathing--the goddess took off her dress, laid her head on Evan's chest, and wrapped one of her legs around one of his. The skin contact, now that his pants were out of the way, felt nothing short of divine.

Taking a risk and assuming he wouldn't remember even if he did wake up soon, the goddess whispered, "I'm so fucking glad you're here," and pressed her face more aggressively into his skin, damp with sweat. And then, as though she was not even moving her own body but only allowing it to move itself, one hand pressed again into Evan's chest while the other slid down the tattoo of the dragon and Evan's scar, all the way to his cock, softer in his unconsciousness but not completely without the swelling of his blood. Gently, she stroked both his chest and his length the way she had before, this time also closing her eyes and sending out threads of her consciousness to Evan's. She knew it was unlikely, but if he was dreaming again--or otherwise willing to accept her in his body--the goddess absolutely wanted to take advantage of the opportunity. She almost couldn't help but match her breathing to Evan's, and she quickly got on top of him again, pressing the whole of her body against his, though she did not stop her other motions.