( He grinds briskly against her palm, seeking her warmth and grip. She's familiar enough with his body at this stage. So when she rubs her fingers down certain parts, he feels a burn of cold pleasure shocks him through the core. His cock twitches for her and his mouth also lets her know true appreciation. Both hands now tend to her chest, she's just the perfect size for him to cup her entirely and still leave room for the flesh to mound between his fingers. He pushes down the fabric further, breathing hot on her neck before biting just below her earring. Her perfume hits every part of his brain. )
And I'd say something, but you make it really hard to think sometimes.
( Just how she likes him to be, no? Her personal tamed Wriothesley, fresh out of the Fortress on his birthday. He already had forgotten the whole purpose of tonight's arrangement. Now they both get to win.
He gets the cue from her pressing against him, the toy still vibrates in a way he feels it, too. He can taste it, even. Don't ask him how. Lift your leg, he whispers between kisses on the shell of her ear. So far he has been letting her play with his cock, but now he helps her align himself, tapping her clit with his bulbous head before rubbing up against it for the two to kiss. It's getting sloppy which means it's good. He sighs while glancing down at her and what's left of her bodice dressing her skin. She looks this way, unwrapped as if she's the actual birthday gift. But no, she's more than just that. His finger traces the fabric down her folds, prying at her gash. With his cock in the way, he can't see, but that's fine. Blue eyes flicker towards her while he pushes in a finger, rolling around the buzzing toy before pushing on it to slide out.
The entryway table will need some deep cleaning after this because he puts the toy thereafter he turns it off. Now he can't really fuck Navia without fucking with her first, can he? )
How many times did you cum before I arrived? Be honest.
[ Navia rolls her hips into his again, another chuckle— the sound breathless and moaned as his fingers cup and squeeze at her breasts, as his mouth breathes hot and bites into the skin of her neck. So easily he distracts her, her rough-around-the-edges wolf— and maybe he thinks that she likes him domesticated and broken in, but in her mind it's better this way. A tamed man is not the one she invited into her bed.
Although under certain circumstances, even the most headstrong can be tamed; at his bidding, she lifts her leg, and the nudge of his cockhead against her clit is met with another moan, a sound echoed in the next moment when a finger dips into her, teasing alongside the toy for a moment before it's finally, finally removed.
Archons, she can breathe again. The torment of the last few hours is over, and—
She blinks. Of all the unrepetant— ]
Mm.
[ She has a feeling she's going to regret this answer, but it is his birthday, and he did ask for honesty, so... Navia chuckles, skimming the fingers of one hand up and over his chest as the other strokes and rubs over his balls, biting her lip at the heaviness she finds under her touch. He's been pent up, waiting— perhaps she should feel a little more remorseful. ]
Once. [ It's an honest answer, just as he requested. ] You asked me to wait until you got here, and I tried, but... mm, when you got nearer, and started flicking it on and off, on and off... it was just a little too much for me. [ A soft kiss against the corner of his lips, another roll of her hips against his even as her hand trails once more up his cock. ] Will you forgive me?
( He can see the guilt seconds away, her tale-tale blinks are all he needs. It's honestly expected considering the amount of sensory overload her cunt received over this whole time, so he's not bothered. He smiles against her lips, turning his head so she's no longer just kissing the corners but so they fully graze as they speak. )
Tsk.
( Her truth only puts a smile on his face, every nerve burning with her hand caressing upwards against his sack and towards his underside. He pushes their bodies and takes her smaller wrist captive, aligning his cockhead between wet lips. The raw skins slide against one another purposely, fully intent on drawing out her pleasure even if he's just about to combust. His eyes close briefly when he pushes the head into her core, so unbearably hot and precise. The surge of pleasure has his mind momentarily empty, and he squeezes her wrist enough to leave his mark. )
[ She makes a soft sound as her wrist is captured in his grip, breath catching and hips arching, a low groan against his mouth as he presses into her, hot and hard and everything she's needed since she first teased herself earlier today with the push of that toy into her aching cunt.
(And it's a sound just a little too loud for these four walls, no doubt hinting echoes to the outside that other inhabitants of the Fleuve Cendre may start to catch.)
From his smile, she knows he's not really annoyed— and honestly, she'd be confused if he were— but the squeeze of his fingers and the murmur of words is enough to send a thrill down her spine. ]
Tell me— [ It's gasped between stolen kisses, between presses of her teeth into his lower lip and soothing laps of her tongue, even as her one free hand slides down between them to curl at his hip, to hold him close as his raw skin joins hers with the most enjoyable sort of finality. ] —If you won't forgive me, what will happen?
( They're fortunate this foundation is concrete and stone because every relentless thrust rocks her body miserably against it. Her pussy stretches beautifully around him, tight and taking him the two were designed to barely fit. He gasps against her lips, cupping one side of her ass with his whole hand and tilting his body to fuck her at an angle. Surely, the walls might be strong enough to hold but not to block out their filthy noises. Hopefully, the live music outside drowns most of it, save for a few curious ears catching the ends of her moans.
Whenever she bites down on his lip, he pulls her wrist higher and pins her to the wall. Then his tongue rolls around hers, breathing sharp through his nostrils while slamming into her cunt. Her honeyed juices drip down between her legs and down his balls, so they slap hard and loud each time. )
[ The hand not pinned to the wall reaches, practically clings to Wriothesley as his thrusts rock her forcefully into the wall, each movement filling the air with the slap of skin on skin, the wet sound of his cock fucking deep into the heat of her cunt, the sound of his gasps and her moans as he shifts her body to fuck her at a better angle for them both. Navia's eyes roll back in their sockets, teeth scraping against the tongue that rolls into her mouth.
When she breaks the kiss, it's to press her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his ear, tongue laving over the shell before she breathes her desire for him to hear, her breath short and shaky and edged with wanton moans. The anticipation is the sweetest kind of murder, only adding to the sensation of each powerful thrust he makes into her body. ]
Mm, I'm looking forward to it. [ A soft chuckle. ] Is that wrong of me?
( This is how gods carve their beauty on stone, thrashing bodies against walls while his cock stretches her cunt to his shape. The stranglehold around his girth is unbelievable when it’s her, heat unlike any other.
He digs short nails around her ass cheek, keeping her leg propped up like a casual fuck. His balls get drenched with her juices, every thrust is full of her when he plunges back in without rest. She’s in for a treat when he internally combusts, waiting to empty everything on a single load. After learning about the nature of their existence, it shouldn’t be that risky, right? Yet somehow, the thought only makes slam into her harder. This is how he’ll rearrange her guts, feeling her uterus hard against his cock, punching it like a madman. Navia— He moans into her mouth, gasping as whiteness begins to cloud every one of his senses just as her existence monopolizes his thoughts. )
[ Risky. He's not the only one thinking on that fact as his cock hammers home, fucking hard into her in a way that makes her feel as if she's made for him, shaped for him and him alone. And yet, like him, she finds that the risk only adds to the hunger, to the adrenaline pulsing through her veins. It's irresponsible, now that things have changed for their people, and yet— ]
Cum inside me, Wriothesley. Fill me up—
[ He fucks her now like a whore, held against the wall and propped up for his pleasure— and hers, the angle allowing him to fuck so deep that she sees stars, hitting all the right spots as Navia's nails dig into his skin. She's aching for it, gasping out breathless moan after breathless moan, and she smothers the hungriest of them between a kiss as her orgasm hits, jackknifing her body into his thrusts as her walls clench around him like a vise. ]
( None of it matters, not the risk they put themselves into [he’d be responsible anyway ] or the sounds making it past the walls. Wriothesley’s hips bucks relentless into her in sync with the beginning of beautiful spams. He can’t help a sharp gasp the moment her pussy squeezes him beyond comprehension.
And every thrust is followed with a sweet, airy moan of his. Kissing her neck until he, too, gives into the bliss.
For it, his thrusts halt as his cock delves deep inside her. Pulsing, swelling, as the heated rush and all his pent up cum fills her hotly. He doesn’t dare move, ensuring her pussy takes in every drop.
Forehead to forehead and he’s gasping, sweating, and holding her tight while her cunt keeps him in a tight clutch. )
[ There's an urge to rock her cunt into him when he halts on his final thrust, but Navia stills too, hips flush with his as she breathes through the sensation of his spend filling her.
Her fingers lift to either side of his face, cupping his cheeks as her forehead rests against his, hot breaths panting over his lips. "Fuck" is right, she thinks to herself dazedly as he mutters it, a wild, lazy smile on her lips; slow and deliberate, she squeezes her cunt around him, eager to milk the last of his seed.
(The last for now, anyway. If he thinks she's going to let him return to the Fortress after fucking her silly just the once, he's got another thing coming to him.)
Humming, Navia nips at his lower lip. ]
Shall I call for some tea and snacks, Your Grace? You'll need to regain your stamina somehow—
[ She laughs lowly; no doubt he understands very well what she means. ]
( Give him a minute to shuffle his braincells back into place! His cock is still pulsing inside her, hotter and wetter and fuller. Each breath is calculated as their eyes meet— her lashes are bold as she is, and like the sands of their land, her skin ever so kissed by the sun.
He closes his eyes momentarily, leaning back and letting her leg down. He pulls out slowly— feeding on that everlasting heat. His eyes flicker from his cockhead to her eyes, to his cock again. He uses his hand to push it over her clit, smearing his cum. )
Put me on a leash why don’t you.
( long paused and he guides her away from the wall with an easy grab of her ass. )
[ Navia chuckles softly at the way he repeats her words; it's obvious his brain isn't exactly back in order just yet. Truth be told, neither is hers; all she can think about is him and having more of him even as her walls flutter around his exiting cock, heart pounding in her chest as her leg finds a shaky hold on the floor.
She gasps, although the sound is more a groan than anything else, as he rubs his cockhead against her sensitive clit; fingers curl into his hair as he guides her away from the wall, and she chuckles into his jaw. ]
Don't tempt me, Wriothesley. [ She drawls it into the skin, a playful quirk pulling at the corners of her lips. ] You would look quite fetching in a collar.
[ Despite her words, though, she lets him lead her, placing her wherever he wants. If he wants to indulge in a "snack", she is hardly going to deny him now. ]
Maybe I’ll wear yours, but what do I get in return?
( He likes having his hand over her entire ass as they make it to her room. So vibrant and luxurious in comparison to his office, quaint and warm. His cock is still slightly swollen from it all, pulsing with distant, aching aftershocks of his orgasm.
He kisses the curve of her neck down, biting while he starts to undo the backside of her bodice to take it off entirely. )
[ There are no complaints on Navia's part as they move to her room, his hand cupped around her ass with each and every step. His comment makes her chuckle, reaching an idle hand to the side of his neck as her fingers dance over his skin. ]
For rewarding me with the opportunity to see you dolled up in black lace and sapphires? You'd only deserve the best of rewards for that~
[ She's still laughing softly as he works on her bodice, teeth sinking into into her neck and making her shudder and sigh in pleasure. ]
Mm... a shower and then tea? I will do you one better, Monsieur— what about a bath and tea?
Then I’ll consider it, if it fits me. I wouldn’t want to see sapphires all over the floor.
( He rolls down the fabric from her flesh— tacky with friction due her sweat. Coaxing fingers trailing across his neck invites him to keep on kissing his way up to her ear. He shoves her heavy tresses over her shoulder to kiss her spine, rolling down her bodice entirely.
Fingers find their way between her ass, spreading gently and casual over her fucked hole. )
Bath and tea—? You might regret spoiling me so much, but I can’t say no to that.
[ Part of Navia would like very much to keep entertaining the thoughts of him in her collar, but admittedly she's quite easily distracted by the way his lips continue their path up her neck and to her ear as he strips her of her sweat-stained clothing.
He knows exactly the right things to say and do, fingers spreading over her cunt in a way that makes it flutter and pulse, makes her sigh a soft song of a moan into the air as her head tilts toward him, pupils wide with renewed pleasure. ]
Hah— mn, Your Grace, your lips and your fingers say two very different things. Are you getting the tea, or are you teasing me with those sinful fingers of yours?
[ Not that she is particularly opposed to either option, really, when both will result in the same thing given enough time. ]
( He has to rely on his hands while his dick still betrays him, no? He gives her ass a soft smack before going off to the kitchen— yes, he’ll wash his hands before handling anything tea related, but he wears her apron and only her apron while filling up the kettle and turning on the stove.
Surely she’ll be busy ensuring their bath is as visually appealing as ever.
He also steals a few bites of leftovers, fresh pastries made for this occasion.
He’s still wearing the apron loosely when he reenters the bathroom with a tray, setting just over the sink so he can add in the sugar cubes. )
[ She giggles when he smacks her ass, blowing him a kiss before she goes her own way too, drawing them a bath that starts simple— water in a copper tub— but quickly becomes something elaborate and beautiful, lavender-scented (and colored) water topped with piles of smooth, soft bubbles, candles lined across the side shelf. Next to them, a bottle of water-safe massage oil.
She's just finished running the water when Wriothesley steps into the bathroom, and for a moment Navia stares at him, shock widening her eyes. ]
Wr—
[ "Does this make my ass look big?" he asks then, and she bursts into peals of melodic laughter, standing from where she was leaning over the bath to wind her arms around his waist— even getting a small revenge on before as her fingers cup his ass and squeeze. ]
( It’s like entering a spa worthy of a god’s presence. The aromas are just as she is, relaxing to the soul and welcoming.
There are parts of him beyond her knowledge still, encased in how he has adopted how to present himself to her and others. She probably knows that and he will always be grateful she respects those parts of him to remain in the shadows.
He flinches slightly when she approaches her arms around him, just to then take sweet revenge on his ass. He’s aware he’s bigger than most men, big enough to jam pants from smoothly rolling up when he’s getting dressed half asleep. )
Had to wear something.
( He turns over to face her while reaching back to untie it and drape it over the chair by her powder mirror. As he steps over the basin to sink in, tray in hand, a smile suddenly surfaces. The oils and essence are immediately relief on his joints, perfectly permeating thanks to the heat of water. He places the tray on the floor beside it and lifts both cups.
[ She knows how he is. He's steadfast in maintaining his privacy, in keeping parts of him away from everyone, no matter how close. Her feelings for him being what they are, she of course hopes for the day he chooses to open up more— but also respects if and when he chooses not to do so. His business, after all, is his own, and she'll cherish these moments nonetheless. A questioning expression crosses her face when he flinches, but other than that there's no reaction either good or bad, so she doesn't say anything or ask him about it.
Instead, she winks in response to the comment he makes. ]
Not necessarily. I prepared this bath entirely naked, after all~
[ Smiling, she steps back to lean against the tiled wall, watches lazily and contentedly as Wriothesley removes the little bit of clothing he has on before he slips into the bath, contentment writing itself unbidden over his face. Only then does she move forward to join him, sliding into the water until the bubbles cover her breasts like some kind of frilly dress, legs stretching out along his side— she nudges her foot playfully against his ass as she settles in.
( And then risk getting splashed with boiling water on his dick? He'll rather wear frills any day than experience that. )
And I am grateful for that.
( The water doesn't quite reach his nipple, but he scoops some of the bubbles and essence over his bicep. Perhaps he should build a special bathtub in the Fortress so Navia can dedicate baths like this with him. He likes his copper tub enough, though. He rests himself against the curve of the basin and sips some of his tea, nearly fumbling with it and spilling it when Navia pushes her foot on his ass. Way too close of a call to the sensitivity of his balls. So he gives her a brief look, takes another sip, and goes on. )
[ Navia laughs, only just resisting the urge to remind him that he wasn't here to watch, instead breaking off to laugh again instead, a little more raucous and outgoing this time as her eyes twinkle. The smug look on his face doesn't go unnoticed, and so she behaves herself for now, instead reaching for her own cup and sipping from it, sapphire gaze on his face. ]
That sounds like a threat, Monsieur, but I have to ask... would it truly be enjoyable for you? If the water's frozen, I can't move, and if I can't move, I can't exactly make your birthday a worthwhile one, can I?
[ A pause, another long sip from her cup, her eyes sparkling with amusement. ]
Unless, of course, you have untoward plans for my immobile form...
I have full control of cryo, I can freeze your side only.
( He takes another warm sip of the tea. He’s going to be immediately subscribing to this new idea of having tea in a hot tub. Preferably with Navia in it, of course. )
Why don’t you slide over here with me. I can demonstrate.
[ Of course, he's met with a curious tilt of her head, a question in her eyes before she nods, putting her tea aside for the time being— and after a moment, she takes his too— so that she can move herself around in the tub, ass sliding between his thighs so her back can lean into his chest, her head falling back onto his shoulder.
She's certainly not about to protest the idea of sitting with him like this. ]
Mm. Like this, Monsieur?
[ And because she knows he loves his tea perhaps more than anything, she takes his cup to press gently into his hand once more. ]
( He’ll sacrifice looking directly at her so their bodies can lock like puzzle pieces. His cock squeezed down against his sack and her tailbone.
He takes a sip from his tea before setting up on the edge of the basin again, freeing both hands to roam her thighs and up her chest. Crystals begin to form to some degree just as he massages his thumbs around her nipples. )
Sensitive?
I have to admit, I’ve never used my vision this way. Guess you’re a lucky first. Or unlucky?
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And I'd say something, but you make it really hard to think sometimes.
( Just how she likes him to be, no? Her personal tamed Wriothesley, fresh out of the Fortress on his birthday. He already had forgotten the whole purpose of tonight's arrangement. Now they both get to win.
He gets the cue from her pressing against him, the toy still vibrates in a way he feels it, too. He can taste it, even. Don't ask him how. Lift your leg, he whispers between kisses on the shell of her ear. So far he has been letting her play with his cock, but now he helps her align himself, tapping her clit with his bulbous head before rubbing up against it for the two to kiss. It's getting sloppy which means it's good. He sighs while glancing down at her and what's left of her bodice dressing her skin. She looks this way, unwrapped as if she's the actual birthday gift. But no, she's more than just that. His finger traces the fabric down her folds, prying at her gash. With his cock in the way, he can't see, but that's fine. Blue eyes flicker towards her while he pushes in a finger, rolling around the buzzing toy before pushing on it to slide out.
The entryway table will need some deep cleaning after this because he puts the toy thereafter he turns it off. Now he can't really fuck Navia without fucking with her first, can he? )
How many times did you cum before I arrived? Be honest.
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[ Navia rolls her hips into his again, another chuckle— the sound breathless and moaned as his fingers cup and squeeze at her breasts, as his mouth breathes hot and bites into the skin of her neck. So easily he distracts her, her rough-around-the-edges wolf— and maybe he thinks that she likes him domesticated and broken in, but in her mind it's better this way. A tamed man is not the one she invited into her bed.
Although under certain circumstances, even the most headstrong can be tamed; at his bidding, she lifts her leg, and the nudge of his cockhead against her clit is met with another moan, a sound echoed in the next moment when a finger dips into her, teasing alongside the toy for a moment before it's finally, finally removed.
Archons, she can breathe again. The torment of the last few hours is over, and—
She blinks. Of all the unrepetant— ]
Mm.
[ She has a feeling she's going to regret this answer, but it is his birthday, and he did ask for honesty, so... Navia chuckles, skimming the fingers of one hand up and over his chest as the other strokes and rubs over his balls, biting her lip at the heaviness she finds under her touch. He's been pent up, waiting— perhaps she should feel a little more remorseful. ]
Once. [ It's an honest answer, just as he requested. ] You asked me to wait until you got here, and I tried, but... mm, when you got nearer, and started flicking it on and off, on and off... it was just a little too much for me. [ A soft kiss against the corner of his lips, another roll of her hips against his even as her hand trails once more up his cock. ] Will you forgive me?
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Tsk.
( Her truth only puts a smile on his face, every nerve burning with her hand caressing upwards against his sack and towards his underside. He pushes their bodies and takes her smaller wrist captive, aligning his cockhead between wet lips. The raw skins slide against one another purposely, fully intent on drawing out her pleasure even if he's just about to combust. His eyes close briefly when he pushes the head into her core, so unbearably hot and precise. The surge of pleasure has his mind momentarily empty, and he squeezes her wrist enough to leave his mark. )
We'll see, I haven't decided yet...
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(And it's a sound just a little too loud for these four walls, no doubt hinting echoes to the outside that other inhabitants of the Fleuve Cendre may start to catch.)
From his smile, she knows he's not really annoyed— and honestly, she'd be confused if he were— but the squeeze of his fingers and the murmur of words is enough to send a thrill down her spine. ]
Tell me— [ It's gasped between stolen kisses, between presses of her teeth into his lower lip and soothing laps of her tongue, even as her one free hand slides down between them to curl at his hip, to hold him close as his raw skin joins hers with the most enjoyable sort of finality. ] —If you won't forgive me, what will happen?
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Whenever she bites down on his lip, he pulls her wrist higher and pins her to the wall. Then his tongue rolls around hers, breathing sharp through his nostrils while slamming into her cunt. Her honeyed juices drip down between her legs and down his balls, so they slap hard and loud each time. )
You'll find out.
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When she breaks the kiss, it's to press her lips to his jaw, his cheek, his ear, tongue laving over the shell before she breathes her desire for him to hear, her breath short and shaky and edged with wanton moans. The anticipation is the sweetest kind of murder, only adding to the sensation of each powerful thrust he makes into her body. ]
Mm, I'm looking forward to it. [ A soft chuckle. ] Is that wrong of me?
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He digs short nails around her ass cheek, keeping her leg propped up like a casual fuck. His balls get drenched with her juices, every thrust is full of her when he plunges back in without rest. She’s in for a treat when he internally combusts, waiting to empty everything on a single load. After learning about the nature of their existence, it shouldn’t be that risky, right? Yet somehow, the thought only makes slam into her harder. This is how he’ll rearrange her guts, feeling her uterus hard against his cock, punching it like a madman. Navia— He moans into her mouth, gasping as whiteness begins to cloud every one of his senses just as her existence monopolizes his thoughts. )
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Cum inside me, Wriothesley. Fill me up—
[ He fucks her now like a whore, held against the wall and propped up for his pleasure— and hers, the angle allowing him to fuck so deep that she sees stars, hitting all the right spots as Navia's nails dig into his skin. She's aching for it, gasping out breathless moan after breathless moan, and she smothers the hungriest of them between a kiss as her orgasm hits, jackknifing her body into his thrusts as her walls clench around him like a vise. ]
Oh, fuck—
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And every thrust is followed with a sweet, airy moan of his. Kissing her neck until he, too, gives into the bliss.
For it, his thrusts halt as his cock delves deep inside her. Pulsing, swelling, as the heated rush and all his pent up cum fills her hotly. He doesn’t dare move, ensuring her pussy takes in every drop.
Forehead to forehead and he’s gasping, sweating, and holding her tight while her cunt keeps him in a tight clutch. )
Fuck.
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Her fingers lift to either side of his face, cupping his cheeks as her forehead rests against his, hot breaths panting over his lips. "Fuck" is right, she thinks to herself dazedly as he mutters it, a wild, lazy smile on her lips; slow and deliberate, she squeezes her cunt around him, eager to milk the last of his seed.
(The last for now, anyway. If he thinks she's going to let him return to the Fortress after fucking her silly just the once, he's got another thing coming to him.)
Humming, Navia nips at his lower lip. ]
Shall I call for some tea and snacks, Your Grace? You'll need to regain your stamina somehow—
[ She laughs lowly; no doubt he understands very well what she means. ]
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( Give him a minute to shuffle his braincells back into place! His cock is still pulsing inside her, hotter and wetter and fuller. Each breath is calculated as their eyes meet— her lashes are bold as she is, and like the sands of their land, her skin ever so kissed by the sun.
He closes his eyes momentarily, leaning back and letting her leg down. He pulls out slowly— feeding on that everlasting heat. His eyes flicker from his cockhead to her eyes, to his cock again. He uses his hand to push it over her clit, smearing his cum. )
Put me on a leash why don’t you.
( long paused and he guides her away from the wall with an easy grab of her ass. )
I could use a snack. It’s right here, on my hand.
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She gasps, although the sound is more a groan than anything else, as he rubs his cockhead against her sensitive clit; fingers curl into his hair as he guides her away from the wall, and she chuckles into his jaw. ]
Don't tempt me, Wriothesley. [ She drawls it into the skin, a playful quirk pulling at the corners of her lips. ] You would look quite fetching in a collar.
[ Despite her words, though, she lets him lead her, placing her wherever he wants. If he wants to indulge in a "snack", she is hardly going to deny him now. ]
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( He likes having his hand over her entire ass as they make it to her room. So vibrant and luxurious in comparison to his office, quaint and warm. His cock is still slightly swollen from it all, pulsing with distant, aching aftershocks of his orgasm.
He kisses the curve of her neck down, biting while he starts to undo the backside of her bodice to take it off entirely. )
I’d like to shower before having some tea, first.
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For rewarding me with the opportunity to see you dolled up in black lace and sapphires? You'd only deserve the best of rewards for that~
[ She's still laughing softly as he works on her bodice, teeth sinking into into her neck and making her shudder and sigh in pleasure. ]
Mm... a shower and then tea? I will do you one better, Monsieur— what about a bath and tea?
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I wouldn’t want to see sapphires all over the floor.
( He rolls down the fabric from her flesh— tacky with friction due her sweat. Coaxing fingers trailing across his neck invites him to keep on kissing his way up to her ear. He shoves her heavy tresses over her shoulder to kiss her spine, rolling down her bodice entirely.
Fingers find their way between her ass, spreading gently and casual over her fucked hole. )
Bath and tea—? You might regret spoiling me so much, but I can’t say no to that.
I’ll get the tea.
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He knows exactly the right things to say and do, fingers spreading over her cunt in a way that makes it flutter and pulse, makes her sigh a soft song of a moan into the air as her head tilts toward him, pupils wide with renewed pleasure. ]
Hah— mn, Your Grace, your lips and your fingers say two very different things. Are you getting the tea, or are you teasing me with those sinful fingers of yours?
[ Not that she is particularly opposed to either option, really, when both will result in the same thing given enough time. ]
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Surely she’ll be busy ensuring their bath is as visually appealing as ever.
He also steals a few bites of leftovers, fresh pastries made for this occasion.
He’s still wearing the apron loosely when he reenters the bathroom with a tray, setting just over the sink so he can add in the sugar cubes. )
Does this make my ass look big?
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She's just finished running the water when Wriothesley steps into the bathroom, and for a moment Navia stares at him, shock widening her eyes. ]
Wr—
[ "Does this make my ass look big?" he asks then, and she bursts into peals of melodic laughter, standing from where she was leaning over the bath to wind her arms around his waist— even getting a small revenge on before as her fingers cup his ass and squeeze. ]
Only in the best of ways, Monsieur, I assure you.
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There are parts of him beyond her knowledge still, encased in how he has adopted how to present himself to her and others. She probably knows that and he will always be grateful she respects those parts of him to remain in the shadows.
He flinches slightly when she approaches her arms around him, just to then take sweet revenge on his ass. He’s aware he’s bigger than most men, big enough to jam pants from smoothly rolling up when he’s getting dressed half asleep. )
Had to wear something.
( He turns over to face her while reaching back to untie it and drape it over the chair by her powder mirror. As he steps over the basin to sink in, tray in hand, a smile suddenly surfaces. The oils and essence are immediately relief on his joints, perfectly permeating thanks to the heat of water. He places the tray on the floor beside it and lifts both cups.
He waits until she settles on the other side. )
You know what would be really funny?
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Instead, she winks in response to the comment he makes. ]
Not necessarily. I prepared this bath entirely naked, after all~
[ Smiling, she steps back to lean against the tiled wall, watches lazily and contentedly as Wriothesley removes the little bit of clothing he has on before he slips into the bath, contentment writing itself unbidden over his face. Only then does she move forward to join him, sliding into the water until the bubbles cover her breasts like some kind of frilly dress, legs stretching out along his side— she nudges her foot playfully against his ass as she settles in.
Her head tilts. ]
Hmm?
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And I am grateful for that.
( The water doesn't quite reach his nipple, but he scoops some of the bubbles and essence over his bicep. Perhaps he should build a special bathtub in the Fortress so Navia can dedicate baths like this with him. He likes his copper tub enough, though.
He rests himself against the curve of the basin and sips some of his tea, nearly fumbling with it and spilling it when Navia pushes her foot on his ass. Way too close of a call to the sensitivity of his balls. So he gives her a brief look, takes another sip, and goes on. )
If I froze the water and you got stuck here.
( Yes, it's a threat. )
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That sounds like a threat, Monsieur, but I have to ask... would it truly be enjoyable for you? If the water's frozen, I can't move, and if I can't move, I can't exactly make your birthday a worthwhile one, can I?
[ A pause, another long sip from her cup, her eyes sparkling with amusement. ]
Unless, of course, you have untoward plans for my immobile form...
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( He takes another warm sip of the tea. He’s going to be immediately subscribing to this new idea of having tea in a hot tub. Preferably with Navia in it, of course. )
Why don’t you slide over here with me.
I can demonstrate.
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She's certainly not about to protest the idea of sitting with him like this. ]
Mm. Like this, Monsieur?
[ And because she knows he loves his tea perhaps more than anything, she takes his cup to press gently into his hand once more. ]
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( He’ll sacrifice looking directly at her so their bodies can lock like puzzle pieces. His cock squeezed down against his sack and her tailbone.
He takes a sip from his tea before setting up on the edge of the basin again, freeing both hands to roam her thighs and up her chest. Crystals begin to form to some degree just as he massages his thumbs around her nipples. )
Sensitive?
I have to admit, I’ve never used my vision this way. Guess you’re a lucky first. Or unlucky?
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