( Pahja is all-too willing to be devoured by him, heart and soul and body. It is far less dangerous in her mind than half the things she's done recently -- Emet would not hurt her now, he wouldn't dare. And, Pahja thinks, he wouldn't bear the thought.
Neither would she.
The press of another finger into her has her shaking around him, tightening around his fingers as he curls them -- not enough, she can take more. He knows she can, and the tease has her biting her lip trying to keep herself from chastising him first thing. But the curl does succeed in ripping another moan from her, grip on him tightening. )
Your Pahja? I-- I like the sound of that. ( A breath, her chest heaving with the effort it takes to form words. She shifts her hips slightly so he can hit deeper and her voice catches with a soft moan. That it also means she rubs against his cock is a side benefit. ) Yours, then. Unless you-- ( Another roll of her hips to adjust the curve of his fingers. ) Ah! Un--unless you continue to tease!
( Not that Pahja minds. It's just as enjoyable as rushing quickly into it, this dragging it on and making her wait. Even if he is a tease. )
[ The very fact that he is being given a second chance is something overwhelming, something he does not know how to handle, and he feels completely undone by the very nature of it. There is no part of him that could ever deserve her nor the love and affection she offers.
He is well aware of the fact that the rest of her peers do not approve; they are not particularly keen on anything to do with him, on anything that he might give to her or offer her. To them he is nothing more than a monster. The fact that she has been able to see beyond that; that she has still decided to want and love him is a blessing. He will not let anyone come between them.
Emet-Selch is well aware of how much she can take, but he is careful, nudging her towards pleasure with careful movements of his fingers. His expression is set, determined, ignoring his own wants and desires to focus on her, to try and not to shake and shiver as she grinds against the hard outline of his cock. It makes him ache, wanting her, desperately, but he resists.
She comes first - in all ways. ]
You would, possessive creature that you are. [ His lips twist, smirking, as he leans down to kiss along her jawline, scraping his teeth against her skin. ]
Are you not mine in turn? My Emet-Selch, my Hades. ( Her's, her's, her's. Selfish and greedy, maybe, but Pahja has given too much to this star for her not to have something that is her's, that she will not have to relinquish at some point for the greater good. He is here with her until their souls depart and that is enough. For both of them. ) Preparing--
( Oh. He is rather larger than her, Pahja struck by the sudden realization with what that implies, but a stray thought enters her mind for a moment that she can't help but voice, head falling to the side to give him all the access to her neck that he needs. )
Not-- not to distract you or anything but, later-- ( A shudder, panting her words now as she shifts against him. There is a burning heat in her that only he can quench and she wants, she wants him to bury his fingers in her and then his cock until she can think of nothing else. ) I'll take you like this, Emet, and then you can prepare me more and I'll have you transformed too, if you have a cock and even if you don't, just keep going--
( She's babbling through the soft sounds of wants, breaking off into a small keen. Focus, Pahja tries to tell herself, focus. And try to get him to break. )
You'll ruin me, won't you? I will never take another lover, not after you, not after having your fingers and your cock, your love--
( Possessive and greedy. Pahja continues to move against his fingers as if she has something to prove, trying to see if she can get him to brush a fingers across her clit -- something, anything. It's close but it's not enough and if he's going to insist on taking his time preparing she will make it as hard for him as it is for her, pun intended. )
Oh, to be so claimed is a dangerous thing, Pahja. To lay claim over the beast that would sunder the world... You would truly bear such a mantle? [ The idea of her wanting to keep him, to have him forever, leaves his hands shaking just a little bit, his fingers brushing over her hip as he lets his other hand twist and push gently. He knows what he is doing, knows what is happening, but he feels overwhelmed by the nature of her words.
She is too soft, too gentle, but he wants her, all of her, to keep and to claim and to have for as long as she will permit. The fact that she is so very willing to take him in all ways that he can offer. As she continues to speak it feels as though he is getting harder and harder, his voice coming out with a sort little moan. ]
You have no desire to distract me but speak of taking me in the fullest of forms? I could break you, dearest Pahja, I could tear you in half with the size of me, and you still think on it? You saw me-
[ He leans forward, his back awkwardly bent as he shoves his face into her neck and breathes her in. He's shaky with it, wanting more of her, wanting to take her, own her, but all he can do is swallow. ]
No one else will ever touch you. No one else will ever have you the way I have, for as long as I shall live beside you. I am going to fuck you so hard that you will never even dream of another man nor woman touching you.
[ His other hand finally moves away from her hip and slips around as a third finger nudges at her; his other thumb begins to rub over her clit gently, beginning to move harder, faster, more intensely, all to see her come for him. ]
Yes, ( And it rings out loud in the air of Mor Dhona as Emet slide another finger in her, as he picks up his pace to something finally nearing what she wants. Her hands curl into his hair, twisting and holding his face tight against her neck, his lips hot against her skin as she feels all of her tighten around him, around his fingers. Her voice is rough, wanton, punctuated by gasps and moans but she cannot stop the words that flow from her. ) I claim you, Emet-Selch, you are my burden to bear, mine to love. In all forms. Break me, tear me in half if you would but if it is by your hand, your cock, I will--
( He steals her words away by the sheer force of his want, his desire, and she can feel that she is close now, but not there yet. His hands work wonders against her, inside of her, and perhaps it was so greedy of her to ask him to have nothing while she has everything but oh, she doesn't regret it. Pahja will pay him back tenfold through whatever means he would ask of her for this moment, for her naked against his chest, clinging to his clothes as desperation overtakes them.
It takes a moment for her to adjust to his fingers, to the pace he sets, but then she moves with him, chasing the nearing high while trying, however vainly, to make sure his cock is not completely abandoned, be it the friction of her moving against him or the rough bump as she meets the thrust of his hands. )
No one else, Emet. I see you. I saw you, and I want-- Oh! Emet, Emet-- ( She cracks, but it doesn't feel like desperation -- it feels like freedom. ) Hades, please--
Yes? [ His fingers move and press inside of her, watching as she begins to move herself on his fingers. When she tightens around his fingers it makes him moan softly, his head tilting back just a little so that he can watch her, watch the expressions move across her face as she takes her pleasure. He wants that for her, wants her to use him as a tool for her to come, to break apart, to be to her whatever she most wants.
Tear me in half, she says, and the urge to do it is so present that he doesn't know what to do with himself. He already knows that he is larger than she is, that he is simply a greater size than perhaps she might be used to - he cares not what she might have had in the past - but he wants to be the biggest and the last. He wants to keep her, for as long as she will allow, a desperate little niggling in the back of his mind.
His fingers do not stop. His hand does not stop. His thumb presses into her clit as his fingers move, beginning to move harder and faster, fucking her with his fingers where he cannot with his cock just yet. Emet-Selch - no, Hades, in this moment more himself than he has ever been - fucks her with all that he has, teeth scraping over the skin of her collarbone as he moans her name, low and deep in the back of his throat.
( The heat builds in her with each thrust of his fingers, winding her tighter and tighter. When he pulls back she does not attempt to pull him back -- instead opening her eyes to catch his gaze as long as she can, mouth falling open and soft moans escaping with every press of his fingers, every time his thumb runs over her clit. She is not one to insult those she's slept with, but already Emet is establishing himself as one of the most fulfilling -- he is eager and wanting and her's. No doubt he will steel the crown completely ere long. )
Oh-- ( Her voice catches, a hitch as she feels herself nearing the crest. Pahja's hands scramble to hold onto him, vicelike. Her moans are louder now, thought nearly fled until all she can think of is him, of Emet-Selch, and it is all she has wanted, all she needs.
It's his words against her skin that sends her over the edge with a loud cry, ) Hades! ( As she falls apart, uncaring of the echoing, ringing sound that someone might have heard -- it is for his ears in the end and Pahja wants to know how much pleasure he's brought her, how much she adores him. Loves him, for she does. Her eyes flutter shut as the wave of pleasure hits her, mouth still open as he continues to move his fingers in her, soft sounds of satisfaction escaping her until she comes back to herself enough to do anything more than simply bask in it.
Oh, how she adores him -- Pahja reaches up to brush his hair away from his face, eyes brimming with love as she presses her lips to whatever skin she can reach, only slightly teasing with the drag of her fangs along his pale, flushed skin. )
[ Watching her is one of the most beautiful things in the world; she is like a picture come to life, something unique and remarkable, something he would never have been able to dream up alone. Any imagining he might have had of her in these moments, in the throes of passion and orgasm, would never compare to the reality of it, to how she really looks when she is coming apart like this.
Her voice rises and his eyes stay glued to her face, unable to flicker away for even the briefest of moments. He dares not even blink for fear of missing something. ] Yes, my love.
[ Hearing her say his name - his true name - as she comes apart is a delight, and he draws her closer as she does, not stopping the movement of his fingers until she gives him an indication to do so. No, he watches her with soft eyes instead, drinking her in and letting his expression shift into something softer. Let the entirety of Mor Dhona hear her as she falls apart for him; he is smug enough to enjoy it.
( Pahja sighs happily into his mouth, relaxing her grip on him so that she might wrap her arms around him instead to hold him there as she allows her shaky limbs to go limp, though the warmth and need is banked for now and not abated. Speaking of -- Pahja reaches for his hand, not because she desires him to stop, but because now it will become increasingly unfair that she is naked and he is not. )
You spoil me. But I won't have you dressed for much longer.
( Just long enough for her to catch her breath, the sweat barely drying on her skin in the cool air. But-- Here Pahja's grin turns wicked, eyes gleaming with mischief as she takes his hand to her face before taking two of his fingers into her mouth, sliding her tongue around them as she sucks them clean -- her eyes locked with his as she does so.
There is so much still she wants to do with him, for him. Serious about her desire to have him transformed, it only scratched the surface of what she wants to experience with him, sucking him off, pegging him, letting him eat her out under the stars. Once she thought she would never have the chance. Now, however, she does -- and Pahja intends on making up for lost time. Perhaps she could convince him to travel with her as she follows his long list of things to explore, things to discover. Perhaps she will finally need to have a home to leave him at so that she might have someone to come back to.
Whatever the future holds, she knows he has a place in it, if he chooses. )
[ Emet-Selch is content as she leans against him, settled against his chest, and his fingers slip away - slowly, carefully, to not tease or push any over-sensitive areas, but not to leave her completely bereft so swiftly. He thinks he might spend hours between her legs if she would permit it, if they were able to steal the time alone. It is a blessing that they have these moments now, considering her popularity in saving the world.
He kisses her, gently, full of tenderness and love, before a short chuckle falls from his mouth. Never let it be said Pahja was short in determination. ]
Yes, yes, I understand.
[ His eyes are glued to her as he watches, letting her do as she pleases with him, trying to ignore the twitch of his cock as her gaze doesn't flicker for a moment. She is overwhelming and he wants more of it, blissful in the knowledge that there is more and more for the two of them to share in the future, that they will have further trysts of this nature. He, the bringer of death and sin, so unworthy but so unwilling to allow her to be with another.
Leaning back, he motions to his robes with a lazy hand. ]
( Once she's finishing with his two fingers she moves onto the other, her mouth demonstrating what she will do to his cock when they have time, when she can hide under his robes and suck him off. At least she'd be able to keep herself quiet like that, allowing herself to imagine a wide range of places they could entertain themselves at.
Letting his fingers drop from her mouth when she's done, his languid gesture makes her roll her eyes -- though it hardly puts her off. )
What, am I to do all the work? ( She says, laughing but unsurprised. This was the man who took a nap beneath the trees, what care had he for simply ridding himself of his clothes when he could let her? But it is a gift, Pahja thinks, like unwrapping something on Starlight Eve.
Leaning forward, Pahja lets her hand brush over his cock, dragging her naiils over the fabric in open anticipation. It's large, and she thanks Emet's foresight to prepare her -- not taking him to the hilt would be unthinkable now. After all, he promised to fuck her until she could think of no one, of nothing else. it's a promise she intends to hold him to. ) For that I think I will take my time.
( And so she does, slowly undressing him and pressing open mouthed kisses to what skin she uncovers -- but when she finally opens his shirt he breath stops in her throat. There's a scar there, ragged around the edges, and Pahja aches not with want but with all of her heart. She knows without thinking that it is the same on his back, an empty hole where she destroyed him. That it should leave such a mark on his flesh-- )
Oh, Emet--
( A whisper, and her hands come to his chest to push his shirt off his shoulders while she peppers his chest with kisses. It is not an apology -- they both know that it had to happen -- but it is an acknowledgment. A prayer for the two of them never to be at odds again. )
[ Watching her is a delight, something wonderful and intense, and his eyes drag over her features and drink her in. Feeling her mouth on his fingers is overwhelming and he is desperate to reach for her and hold her close, to devour her and use her - to be used in return, and he fights back the urge to push her down and simply have her.
They have other plans; that can come at another time. It's clear they both have plans for one another and there's no going back for that. ]
Is that what you think has happened? You have one all the work thus far? [ He scoffs a little, leaning in to kiss along her jaw even as she tries to get at his clothing. Adjusting his body, he leans back and allows her to do as she pleases, reaching for his clothing - and his lips curl into something of a pleased little smirk. ]
Do as you will. I am yours, after all.
[ It's only when she looks down at his bared chest that he remembers what she will see, and his hands reach up to take hers, drawing them to his mouth so he can press kisses against her palm. Emet-Selch shakes his head, shifting her body over his so he can grind against her body, trying to bring her back to the moment. ]
( How can she not think of it, when the scar is pain for her to see? Pahja does not resist as he takes her hands; eyes fixated on the jagged edge as he presses kisses to her palm. It's only when he moves her, when she can feel the hot, hard length of him against her that he succeeds. Which, she ruefully admits, says quite a lot about her overall sense of guilt. She has been responsible for so much pain, so much suffering--
But then again, so has he.
Pahja refocuses, the thinness of her lips vanishing, along with the weight in her eyes. He is asking her and she wants to give him all that he wishes for and more, if it is in her power to -- he will not be left wanting. She swallows thickly, nods, and squeezes his hands.
Focus.
It takes her a moment to push the thought aside, her hands finishing off his shirt and urging him to help shuck it off. )
Mmhm. ( She begins, attempting to find again the lighthearted levity of a moment ago. ) It seemed to me as if you were enjoying the show, tugging the strings to your liking.
( A playful tease; her grin reasserts itself as she rolls her hips down against him, soaking the fabric of his trousers as she does so. Let him feel her, let him ache for her as much as does him; her desire and want already reasserting themselves. She could remain like this, Pahja thinks, and come again just from the feel of him, the length of him, but that would hardly be fair.
So she slinks down off of him, pressing kisses through the center of his scar, down past his navel. Her hands busy themselves with his trousers, finally getting them undone enough to encourage him to lift his hips so that she might finally see him bare before her. )
[ If he could remove it then he would, but there are limitations even to him. A mark to the very core of his being, given to him in the depths of his true form? That is something difficult to erase, difficult to manage, and he has to muster the strength to urge her away from it. Of course she will blame herself, as is her wont, but he has no desire for her apologies nor to offer her forgiveness.
They each carry sins, and he had pushed her to the edge of her own; had been willing to sacrifice her for the greater good. It is only fitting that he should carry this burden to the end of his days, however they may be numbered.
It is not enough to distract them entirely, at least, and he watches as she shifts her body back into motion, accepts what he could never imagine that he deserves. She gives him her love, her affection, her body, and he can do no more than accept it despite his failings. The inexplicable nature of love has consumed him almost entirely.
Shifting his body, he leans in to steal more kisses from her skin, letting himself stroke her fingers along her waist, her hips, hoping to inspire fire within her once more. ]
Did my fingers not move? Did I not hold you against my breast? I aught to leave you to your own manner of pleasure next time.
[ But he won't, of course, especially not when her fingers are busy ridding him of his clothing, shifting him out of his robes and his hips lifting to lick off his trousers, shoes already long gone. ]
( His touch, gentle and warm, coupled with the press of his lips against her skin is enough to set her mind at ease -- he does not hate her, she does not hate him. Perhaps that is a failing on both their parts, but Pahja knows her mind and her soul, and they both adore and love him. The strength of it may weaken lesser men and women, but Pahja knows she can bear it, the weight of adoration etched upon the very fabric of her being. )
Aye, but you would watch all the same. Perhaps I should deny you even a touch in return; would you like that, Emet? ( A tease, as she leans back to give him the space to finish undressing. ) I would come calling your name regardless.
( Which isn't a bad thought, just one she isn't interested in indulging right now. Not when she can have his cock instead. Pahja turns her full attention to him now, one of her hands gently curling around it. It is larger than she imagined in those moments she allowed herself to do so, though she knows their size difference probably adds to it. Not that this turns her off of it, no. Rather it heightens her excitement, banishing her melancholy thoughts fully to the back of her mind.
She continues to stroke him -- not apply too much pressure, but simply exploring it by touch and feel. That her flush deepens or her eyes darken the longer she looks at it, at the promise of having it move within her, is no matter.
Nor is the way she bites her lower lip with want, the way it catches on her fang. Or the way that warmth once again pools between her legs. Lifting her gaze to him, she smiles -- wickedly sharp -- before moving down to press open-mouthed kisses along the lines of his hips, down to the base of his cock. )
Do you not think I have borne witness to enough in the world without another level of torture on top of it?
[ To be denied the chance to touch her, to be denied the ability to reach out and stoke his fingers all over her... It would be cruel indeed. It would be a divine kind of torture, something wonderful and remarkable, but not something that he wants right now. What he wants right now is to be with her, to touch her, to have her - and he will take his time with that.
Her fingers curl around him and he makes a soft noise, moaning aloud. It's impossible not to give in to her when she's stroking over him, when she's touching him with such tenderness. He had never imagined that he would ever have this with someone, yet here he is, completely at her mercy.
He's about to tear himself to pieces, his fingers reaching down and running through his hair gently, breathing out softly. ]
Pahja...
[ He can't help the way his hips jerk up just a little, moving against her mouth. ]
( To hear him beg with her name on his lips is heaven indeed, and Pahja smiles against his skin even as he jerks up towards her. It is no matter, he can move and she will adjust. All he has to do is continue this -- letting her know how much he wants her. )
Won't you let me savor you? Just a taste, Emet, that's all I want. ( The thrill of him wanting her will not abate, it likely never will, and so she presses kisses up the length of him, savoring the taste, dragging her tongue along until she can take the head of him into her mouth. It will take time and practice, Pahja knows, take all of him in her mouth -- a task for later -- but she can leave him with a promise.
She sucks once, twice, swirls her tongue around the head before pulling back with a small pop as he falls from her mouth. Emet looks positively disheveled, and Pahja knows she matches -- the flush across his cheeks and chest endearing beyond words as she watches him, her gaze full of adoration and want.
If she is to put voice to wants, her desires, there is no better chance than now. She takes his hands, presses her lips against his palms as she positions herself above him -- though really, he can have her in any way he so desires and she will never think to complain. )
Fuck me, Emet-Selch. Gods above, if you don't I will perish right here, right now.
[ She is torment and temptation all at once; he wants nothing more than to have her, to keep her, to wrap himself around her and not let go - it is an intense feeling, to need someone so desperately. It's almost frightening, just how much he longs to have her, not just in this moment but forever.
His fingers tighten, just a little, in her hair, and he leans back, eyes flickering closed. ] Just a taste, you say, and yet you torment me so. I fear I might perish here with your hand where it is. You dearest creature...
[ Lifting his hand, he pushes his hair from his face and breathes out slowly. When she begins to move up along him, when her arms reach for him and she gets herself into position all he can do is make a soft little noise, pleased and content even as he strokes his finger against her cheek, framing her features with the palm of his hand.
His other hand goes to her hip, urging her into position, lifting his hips to grind against her gently. ]
You tease me and then ask me to fuck you? Is this how you want it, like this? Or should I have you pinned to the ground first?
( The feel of him, hot and hard against her, has her moaning as he grinds up against her. Loud and shameless -- for what does she have to hide? Being ashamed that Emet-Selch is bringing her such pleasure is not something she wishes to pretend is not happening, that she wants him so badly it aches. Pahja practically pants, though she still manages a grin. )
Only the finest torment. Which--whichever will be easiest for your back. ( It's a laughing tease, said against the skin she manages to kiss until she can reach his lips, not taking him in her yet. No, she'll wait for him to decide which he rather likes for the moment. They can get to the rest later, and she's flexible. ) But this way, I'll admit, I can see you face without issue.
[ He might be embarrassed, if he had the will to care - but he does not, and he does not care, not when he has finally been given what he truly wished for. The entire gaggle of Scions might hear her moaning for him and all Emet-Selch will be capable of is preening like a kitten gifted with milk, smug and pleased in his own fortunate way.
He has always been quite smug and proud, there is no denying it.
Adjusting his body, he strokes one finger down her spine, touching against the edge of her tail before he uses the other to adjust the shape of her leg, urging her forward. ]
Take your pleasure of me, Pahja. Use me as best fit, I have no complaints to muster.
( He touches the base of her tail and she shivers, all of her shuddering with the barest of touches. A purr starts up in her chest, eyes wicked and sharp as she leans down to kiss him properly. This is for them, only them, and no one else. )
Very well then. ( She says against his lips, one hand reaching down between them to help guide him into her. For once she is glad he took his time with her, for it makes taking him in easier than it would be. Not that Pahja has a problem with that, however, considering that his size is the largest she's ever had up until that point. Her mouth parts, forehead resting against his as she takes more of him, slowly, achingly slow. ) Emet-- oh, Emet.
( She's grateful for his hands on her thighs -- it helps to keep her upright, as shaky as she is as she sinks down on him, ilm by ilm, and she never thought it could be as erotic as it is. Her eyes flutter closed, breath hitching until she succeeds at taking him to the hilt with a loud, breathless moan. Never has she felt so full, so satisfied simply from someone's cock before -- he really will ruin her, and Pahja is ecstatic from the thought of it.
It takes her a few moments to adjust to the stretch of it, and when she opens her eyes again it's to catch his gaze -- gentle and loving even as her lips turn up in a wicked smirk. )
If you are mine to command, you know what I want. Ruination, Emet-Selch. And I will see to it that I get what I desire.
( It is all the warning he gets before she moves, gasping at the way his cock feels as she raises herself halfway off of him before letting herself fall -- it forces out a moan with the strength of it. )
[ There is so much of her left to explore and that is something he makes note of - he wants to see how she is when she completely falls apart, when his fingers touch and tease her tail, her ears, her skin - everything that she has. But they've time for that, in the future; one they have decided upon together.
It's hard not to shiver as she begins to sink down onto him, letting herself rest against him as she does so. It feels remarkable, divine, almost, for a man who has little religious devotion - but he would worship her and her body were he given the chance to do so. His arms wrap around her, holding her, anchoring her, as he breathes out sharp little noises.
It is very difficult not to begin to thrust into her with all abandon, but he musters his self-control for her sake.
Emet-Selch is no small feat to take, he is aware of that, larger all the more for his true form, so it will take a moment or two. When she looks upon him, lets her eyes open, he shifts his hips just a little, what small part he can tease before she begins to move. ]
Ruination you shall have, then, my love, for all that you desire is mine to bring.
[ His hands move down to her hips, grip strong, and he helps her move, his hips lifting up to meet her and begin to thrust, giving her anything - everything - she could want. ]
( Every small noise he makes shoots another wave of hot need through her, the desire to swallow every one and keep them tucked away in her chest like some greedy hoarder hard to combat. But why should she? He is her's, all the sounds he makes are her's. Now and until they return to the Lifestream.
All she desires? Well, they'll have time for that -- she's far too busy with other things to create a list of everything she would want. The small tease has her shuddering, shivering in anticipation as she stretches around him, fits to him.
Perfect. He feels perfect; Pahja doesn't particularly believe in perfection when it comes to sex as much as she does fun and enjoyment. However, Emet makes her think she might have found something close. With every thrust he makes she can't help but moan and gasp, sighing in bliss with a particularly good thrust, tightening around his cock. )
Oh, oh Emet-- Twelve forfend, I should have told you to take me on the First if I knew how good you'd feel. How good your cock would make me feel--
( Pahja's back to babbling. Earlier though it seemed like Emet hand't minded, so Pahja lets herself bask in it without shame, pressing kisses to his face where she can between gasps and moans -- one hand going to his shoulder to steady herself as she attempts to pick up the pace, to encourage him to go faster, harder. )
We would have been watched, you know, we would have-- ( A longer, deeper moan as she adjusts the angle to have him hit deeper. ) I would have wanted them to so they knew that it was you I wanted.
[ Bliss settles through him, making his blood feel warm and his face flush with it, an intensity of it that makes him unable to do more than move with her, to let his fingers trace the shape of her body, to allow himself the pleasure and delight of feeling as though he belongs. He wishes to cherish this feeling, to allow himself the wonderful chance to be loved and wanted and pleasured all at once, the remarkable gift that only she is able to offer him.
There is more for them in the future, and he knows that - the notion that there might be more trysts like this one, that he might have her in a bed, a bath, against a wall, on top of her or below her - anything sounds like a miracle beyond reckoning.
For now, he settles with the gleeful happiness that comes with hearing her speak for him, hearing her soft noises and pleased moans, shivering with the feeling of her grinding against him and moving on his cock, stealing her pleasure and taking it for his own, his own little huffs of want blushing against her neck.
One hand moves away from her hips, allowing her movement, and sinks into her hair all the same. ]
Do you think I would have taken you? I would have been too sour, too buried in grief for any pleasure. Though, I fear this might have turned me - [ His other hand, the one not stroking through her hair, brushes against her clit gently.
Would she? Perhaps, perhaps not, but it is an interesting game to imagine.
Turning his lead to leave more kisses on her skin, her collarbone, to scrape his teeth there, he huffs a little laugh. ]
Are there any other pleasures you desire that I should be aware of?
( This is everything she could have wanted and more, the way they move together that has her shuddering, gasping. His hands and his grip are strong; she needs not doubt him in any way -- in life, in love, in this moment of pleasure. That she can finally have him, embrace him, is a gift she will not waste.
Venat's final gift for her.
Though she wonders if the woman expected this from them at all. It's a thought that Emet pushes out of her head with the way he sounds, the way he moves. Pahja allows herself to fall away from thoughts of anything but this, anything but the way Emet feels in her, moving with her. The way he sounds against her neck -- her fingers sliding through his hair to tug and encourage. )
If I had asked, if I had begged, if I had called for you while touching myself alone in my room -- would you have come? Would you have watched me fall apart for you, knowing that-- oh ( She trails off into another groan of want. ) Knowing that the Exarch was watching, always watching and wanting.
( There is no sadness at throwing G'raha under the bus now, for he has ever been transparent in his affections. But she does not want him, she has never desired him like she does Emet-Selch. Hades.
He brushes her clit and Pahja shakes, a moan falling from her lips so loud she thinks she might have scared away any bird that had wandered too close to them. His touch, his kisses, his teeth have her desperate and wanting as she moves, chasing pleasure and hoping beyond hope he can find it too.
Pahja wants to bring him to a moment where he can set his burdens aside, to think of nothing but pleasure and want. It would be her gift to him, a testament to her love. )
What, besides my want to take you transformed? To be filled completely by your cock-- ( Another gasp as she speeds up slightly, hands grasping at him almost desperately to hold him there as she continues to babble. ) You could take me on the throne of Garlemald. I could take you, bent over some desk or on a table. Would you want me dressed in silks and gold, gems and jewels, dancing for you until you cannot help but have me. Bend me over a railing and fuck me in full view of anyone who looks up, Emet, I want all of you. Every pleasure, please Emet.
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Neither would she.
The press of another finger into her has her shaking around him, tightening around his fingers as he curls them -- not enough, she can take more. He knows she can, and the tease has her biting her lip trying to keep herself from chastising him first thing. But the curl does succeed in ripping another moan from her, grip on him tightening. )
Your Pahja? I-- I like the sound of that. ( A breath, her chest heaving with the effort it takes to form words. She shifts her hips slightly so he can hit deeper and her voice catches with a soft moan. That it also means she rubs against his cock is a side benefit. ) Yours, then. Unless you-- ( Another roll of her hips to adjust the curve of his fingers. ) Ah! Un--unless you continue to tease!
( Not that Pahja minds. It's just as enjoyable as rushing quickly into it, this dragging it on and making her wait. Even if he is a tease. )
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He is well aware of the fact that the rest of her peers do not approve; they are not particularly keen on anything to do with him, on anything that he might give to her or offer her. To them he is nothing more than a monster. The fact that she has been able to see beyond that; that she has still decided to want and love him is a blessing. He will not let anyone come between them.
Emet-Selch is well aware of how much she can take, but he is careful, nudging her towards pleasure with careful movements of his fingers. His expression is set, determined, ignoring his own wants and desires to focus on her, to try and not to shake and shiver as she grinds against the hard outline of his cock. It makes him ache, wanting her, desperately, but he resists.
She comes first - in all ways. ]
You would, possessive creature that you are. [ His lips twist, smirking, as he leans down to kiss along her jawline, scraping his teeth against her skin. ]
I am not teasing. I am preparing.
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( Oh. He is rather larger than her, Pahja struck by the sudden realization with what that implies, but a stray thought enters her mind for a moment that she can't help but voice, head falling to the side to give him all the access to her neck that he needs. )
Not-- not to distract you or anything but, later-- ( A shudder, panting her words now as she shifts against him. There is a burning heat in her that only he can quench and she wants, she wants him to bury his fingers in her and then his cock until she can think of nothing else. ) I'll take you like this, Emet, and then you can prepare me more and I'll have you transformed too, if you have a cock and even if you don't, just keep going--
( She's babbling through the soft sounds of wants, breaking off into a small keen. Focus, Pahja tries to tell herself, focus. And try to get him to break. )
You'll ruin me, won't you? I will never take another lover, not after you, not after having your fingers and your cock, your love--
( Possessive and greedy. Pahja continues to move against his fingers as if she has something to prove, trying to see if she can get him to brush a fingers across her clit -- something, anything. It's close but it's not enough and if he's going to insist on taking his time preparing she will make it as hard for him as it is for her, pun intended. )
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She is too soft, too gentle, but he wants her, all of her, to keep and to claim and to have for as long as she will permit. The fact that she is so very willing to take him in all ways that he can offer. As she continues to speak it feels as though he is getting harder and harder, his voice coming out with a sort little moan. ]
You have no desire to distract me but speak of taking me in the fullest of forms? I could break you, dearest Pahja, I could tear you in half with the size of me, and you still think on it? You saw me-
[ He leans forward, his back awkwardly bent as he shoves his face into her neck and breathes her in. He's shaky with it, wanting more of her, wanting to take her, own her, but all he can do is swallow. ]
No one else will ever touch you. No one else will ever have you the way I have, for as long as I shall live beside you. I am going to fuck you so hard that you will never even dream of another man nor woman touching you.
[ His other hand finally moves away from her hip and slips around as a third finger nudges at her; his other thumb begins to rub over her clit gently, beginning to move harder, faster, more intensely, all to see her come for him. ]
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( He steals her words away by the sheer force of his want, his desire, and she can feel that she is close now, but not there yet. His hands work wonders against her, inside of her, and perhaps it was so greedy of her to ask him to have nothing while she has everything but oh, she doesn't regret it. Pahja will pay him back tenfold through whatever means he would ask of her for this moment, for her naked against his chest, clinging to his clothes as desperation overtakes them.
It takes a moment for her to adjust to his fingers, to the pace he sets, but then she moves with him, chasing the nearing high while trying, however vainly, to make sure his cock is not completely abandoned, be it the friction of her moving against him or the rough bump as she meets the thrust of his hands. )
No one else, Emet. I see you. I saw you, and I want-- Oh! Emet, Emet-- ( She cracks, but it doesn't feel like desperation -- it feels like freedom. ) Hades, please--
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Tear me in half, she says, and the urge to do it is so present that he doesn't know what to do with himself. He already knows that he is larger than she is, that he is simply a greater size than perhaps she might be used to - he cares not what she might have had in the past - but he wants to be the biggest and the last. He wants to keep her, for as long as she will allow, a desperate little niggling in the back of his mind.
His fingers do not stop. His hand does not stop. His thumb presses into her clit as his fingers move, beginning to move harder and faster, fucking her with his fingers where he cannot with his cock just yet. Emet-Selch - no, Hades, in this moment more himself than he has ever been - fucks her with all that he has, teeth scraping over the skin of her collarbone as he moans her name, low and deep in the back of his throat.
He needs this, as much as she does. ]
Come for me, Pahja.
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-- instead opening her eyes to catch his gaze as long as she can, mouth falling open and soft moans escaping with every press of his fingers, every time his thumb runs over her clit. She is not one to insult those she's slept with, but already Emet is establishing himself as one of the most fulfilling -- he is eager and wanting and her's. No doubt he will steel the crown completely ere long. )
Oh-- ( Her voice catches, a hitch as she feels herself nearing the crest. Pahja's hands scramble to hold onto him, vicelike. Her moans are louder now, thought nearly fled until all she can think of is him, of Emet-Selch, and it is all she has wanted, all she needs.
It's his words against her skin that sends her over the edge with a loud cry, ) Hades! ( As she falls apart, uncaring of the echoing, ringing sound that someone might have heard -- it is for his ears in the end and Pahja wants to know how much pleasure he's brought her, how much she adores him. Loves him, for she does. Her eyes flutter shut as the wave of pleasure hits her, mouth still open as he continues to move his fingers in her, soft sounds of satisfaction escaping her until she comes back to herself enough to do anything more than simply bask in it.
Oh, how she adores him -- Pahja reaches up to brush his hair away from his face, eyes brimming with love as she presses her lips to whatever skin she can reach, only slightly teasing with the drag of her fangs along his pale, flushed skin. )
Thank you, my love.
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Her voice rises and his eyes stay glued to her face, unable to flicker away for even the briefest of moments. He dares not even blink for fear of missing something. ] Yes, my love.
[ Hearing her say his name - his true name - as she comes apart is a delight, and he draws her closer as she does, not stopping the movement of his fingers until she gives him an indication to do so. No, he watches her with soft eyes instead, drinking her in and letting his expression shift into something softer. Let the entirety of Mor Dhona hear her as she falls apart for him; he is smug enough to enjoy it.
All of this is theirs, no one else's.
Leaning forward, he kisses her gently. ]
The pleasure was mine.
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You spoil me. But I won't have you dressed for much longer.
( Just long enough for her to catch her breath, the sweat barely drying on her skin in the cool air. But-- Here Pahja's grin turns wicked, eyes gleaming with mischief as she takes his hand to her face before taking two of his fingers into her mouth, sliding her tongue around them as she sucks them clean -- her eyes locked with his as she does so.
There is so much still she wants to do with him, for him. Serious about her desire to have him transformed, it only scratched the surface of what she wants to experience with him, sucking him off, pegging him, letting him eat her out under the stars. Once she thought she would never have the chance. Now, however, she does -- and Pahja intends on making up for lost time. Perhaps she could convince him to travel with her as she follows his long list of things to explore, things to discover. Perhaps she will finally need to have a home to leave him at so that she might have someone to come back to.
Whatever the future holds, she knows he has a place in it, if he chooses. )
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He kisses her, gently, full of tenderness and love, before a short chuckle falls from his mouth. Never let it be said Pahja was short in determination. ]
Yes, yes, I understand.
[ His eyes are glued to her as he watches, letting her do as she pleases with him, trying to ignore the twitch of his cock as her gaze doesn't flicker for a moment. She is overwhelming and he wants more of it, blissful in the knowledge that there is more and more for the two of them to share in the future, that they will have further trysts of this nature. He, the bringer of death and sin, so unworthy but so unwilling to allow her to be with another.
Leaning back, he motions to his robes with a lazy hand. ]
Consider me at your service, my dear hero.
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Letting his fingers drop from her mouth when she's done, his languid gesture makes her roll her eyes -- though it hardly puts her off. )
What, am I to do all the work? ( She says, laughing but unsurprised. This was the man who took a nap beneath the trees, what care had he for simply ridding himself of his clothes when he could let her? But it is a gift, Pahja thinks, like unwrapping something on Starlight Eve.
Leaning forward, Pahja lets her hand brush over his cock, dragging her naiils over the fabric in open anticipation. It's large, and she thanks Emet's foresight to prepare her -- not taking him to the hilt would be unthinkable now. After all, he promised to fuck her until she could think of no one, of nothing else. it's a promise she intends to hold him to. ) For that I think I will take my time.
( And so she does, slowly undressing him and pressing open mouthed kisses to what skin she uncovers -- but when she finally opens his shirt he breath stops in her throat. There's a scar there, ragged around the edges, and Pahja aches not with want but with all of her heart. She knows without thinking that it is the same on his back, an empty hole where she destroyed him. That it should leave such a mark on his flesh-- )
Oh, Emet--
( A whisper, and her hands come to his chest to push his shirt off his shoulders while she peppers his chest with kisses. It is not an apology -- they both know that it had to happen -- but it is an acknowledgment. A prayer for the two of them never to be at odds again. )
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They have other plans; that can come at another time. It's clear they both have plans for one another and there's no going back for that. ]
Is that what you think has happened? You have one all the work thus far? [ He scoffs a little, leaning in to kiss along her jaw even as she tries to get at his clothing. Adjusting his body, he leans back and allows her to do as she pleases, reaching for his clothing - and his lips curl into something of a pleased little smirk. ]
Do as you will. I am yours, after all.
[ It's only when she looks down at his bared chest that he remembers what she will see, and his hands reach up to take hers, drawing them to his mouth so he can press kisses against her palm. Emet-Selch shakes his head, shifting her body over his so he can grind against her body, trying to bring her back to the moment. ]
Think not of it, Pahja. Please, just... Go on.
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But then again, so has he.
Pahja refocuses, the thinness of her lips vanishing, along with the weight in her eyes. He is asking her and she wants to give him all that he wishes for and more, if it is in her power to -- he will not be left wanting. She swallows thickly, nods, and squeezes his hands.
Focus.
It takes her a moment to push the thought aside, her hands finishing off his shirt and urging him to help shuck it off. )
Mmhm. ( She begins, attempting to find again the lighthearted levity of a moment ago. ) It seemed to me as if you were enjoying the show, tugging the strings to your liking.
( A playful tease; her grin reasserts itself as she rolls her hips down against him, soaking the fabric of his trousers as she does so. Let him feel her, let him ache for her as much as does him; her desire and want already reasserting themselves. She could remain like this, Pahja thinks, and come again just from the feel of him, the length of him, but that would hardly be fair.
So she slinks down off of him, pressing kisses through the center of his scar, down past his navel. Her hands busy themselves with his trousers, finally getting them undone enough to encourage him to lift his hips so that she might finally see him bare before her. )
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They each carry sins, and he had pushed her to the edge of her own; had been willing to sacrifice her for the greater good. It is only fitting that he should carry this burden to the end of his days, however they may be numbered.
It is not enough to distract them entirely, at least, and he watches as she shifts her body back into motion, accepts what he could never imagine that he deserves. She gives him her love, her affection, her body, and he can do no more than accept it despite his failings. The inexplicable nature of love has consumed him almost entirely.
Shifting his body, he leans in to steal more kisses from her skin, letting himself stroke her fingers along her waist, her hips, hoping to inspire fire within her once more. ]
Did my fingers not move? Did I not hold you against my breast? I aught to leave you to your own manner of pleasure next time.
[ But he won't, of course, especially not when her fingers are busy ridding him of his clothing, shifting him out of his robes and his hips lifting to lick off his trousers, shoes already long gone. ]
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Aye, but you would watch all the same. Perhaps I should deny you even a touch in return; would you like that, Emet? ( A tease, as she leans back to give him the space to finish undressing. ) I would come calling your name regardless.
( Which isn't a bad thought, just one she isn't interested in indulging right now. Not when she can have his cock instead. Pahja turns her full attention to him now, one of her hands gently curling around it. It is larger than she imagined in those moments she allowed herself to do so, though she knows their size difference probably adds to it. Not that this turns her off of it, no. Rather it heightens her excitement, banishing her melancholy thoughts fully to the back of her mind.
She continues to stroke him -- not apply too much pressure, but simply exploring it by touch and feel. That her flush deepens or her eyes darken the longer she looks at it, at the promise of having it move within her, is no matter.
Nor is the way she bites her lower lip with want, the way it catches on her fang. Or the way that warmth once again pools between her legs. Lifting her gaze to him, she smiles -- wickedly sharp -- before moving down to press open-mouthed kisses along the lines of his hips, down to the base of his cock. )
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[ To be denied the chance to touch her, to be denied the ability to reach out and stoke his fingers all over her... It would be cruel indeed. It would be a divine kind of torture, something wonderful and remarkable, but not something that he wants right now. What he wants right now is to be with her, to touch her, to have her - and he will take his time with that.
Her fingers curl around him and he makes a soft noise, moaning aloud. It's impossible not to give in to her when she's stroking over him, when she's touching him with such tenderness. He had never imagined that he would ever have this with someone, yet here he is, completely at her mercy.
He's about to tear himself to pieces, his fingers reaching down and running through his hair gently, breathing out softly. ]
Pahja...
[ He can't help the way his hips jerk up just a little, moving against her mouth. ]
Please...
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Won't you let me savor you? Just a taste, Emet, that's all I want. ( The thrill of him wanting her will not abate, it likely never will, and so she presses kisses up the length of him, savoring the taste, dragging her tongue along until she can take the head of him into her mouth. It will take time and practice, Pahja knows, take all of him in her mouth -- a task for later -- but she can leave him with a promise.
She sucks once, twice, swirls her tongue around the head before pulling back with a small pop as he falls from her mouth. Emet looks positively disheveled, and Pahja knows she matches -- the flush across his cheeks and chest endearing beyond words as she watches him, her gaze full of adoration and want.
If she is to put voice to wants, her desires, there is no better chance than now. She takes his hands, presses her lips against his palms as she positions herself above him -- though really, he can have her in any way he so desires and she will never think to complain. )
Fuck me, Emet-Selch. Gods above, if you don't I will perish right here, right now.
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His fingers tighten, just a little, in her hair, and he leans back, eyes flickering closed. ] Just a taste, you say, and yet you torment me so. I fear I might perish here with your hand where it is. You dearest creature...
[ Lifting his hand, he pushes his hair from his face and breathes out slowly. When she begins to move up along him, when her arms reach for him and she gets herself into position all he can do is make a soft little noise, pleased and content even as he strokes his finger against her cheek, framing her features with the palm of his hand.
His other hand goes to her hip, urging her into position, lifting his hips to grind against her gently. ]
You tease me and then ask me to fuck you? Is this how you want it, like this? Or should I have you pinned to the ground first?
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Only the finest torment. Which--whichever will be easiest for your back. ( It's a laughing tease, said against the skin she manages to kiss until she can reach his lips, not taking him in her yet. No, she'll wait for him to decide which he rather likes for the moment. They can get to the rest later, and she's flexible. ) But this way, I'll admit, I can see you face without issue.
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He has always been quite smug and proud, there is no denying it.
Adjusting his body, he strokes one finger down her spine, touching against the edge of her tail before he uses the other to adjust the shape of her leg, urging her forward. ]
Take your pleasure of me, Pahja. Use me as best fit, I have no complaints to muster.
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Very well then. ( She says against his lips, one hand reaching down between them to help guide him into her. For once she is glad he took his time with her, for it makes taking him in easier than it would be. Not that Pahja has a problem with that, however, considering that his size is the largest she's ever had up until that point. Her mouth parts, forehead resting against his as she takes more of him, slowly, achingly slow. ) Emet-- oh, Emet.
( She's grateful for his hands on her thighs -- it helps to keep her upright, as shaky as she is as she sinks down on him, ilm by ilm, and she never thought it could be as erotic as it is. Her eyes flutter closed, breath hitching until she succeeds at taking him to the hilt with a loud, breathless moan. Never has she felt so full, so satisfied simply from someone's cock before -- he really will ruin her, and Pahja is ecstatic from the thought of it.
It takes her a few moments to adjust to the stretch of it, and when she opens her eyes again it's to catch his gaze -- gentle and loving even as her lips turn up in a wicked smirk. )
If you are mine to command, you know what I want. Ruination, Emet-Selch. And I will see to it that I get what I desire.
( It is all the warning he gets before she moves, gasping at the way his cock feels as she raises herself halfway off of him before letting herself fall -- it forces out a moan with the strength of it. )
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It's hard not to shiver as she begins to sink down onto him, letting herself rest against him as she does so. It feels remarkable, divine, almost, for a man who has little religious devotion - but he would worship her and her body were he given the chance to do so. His arms wrap around her, holding her, anchoring her, as he breathes out sharp little noises.
It is very difficult not to begin to thrust into her with all abandon, but he musters his self-control for her sake.
Emet-Selch is no small feat to take, he is aware of that, larger all the more for his true form, so it will take a moment or two. When she looks upon him, lets her eyes open, he shifts his hips just a little, what small part he can tease before she begins to move. ]
Ruination you shall have, then, my love, for all that you desire is mine to bring.
[ His hands move down to her hips, grip strong, and he helps her move, his hips lifting up to meet her and begin to thrust, giving her anything - everything - she could want. ]
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All she desires? Well, they'll have time for that -- she's far too busy with other things to create a list of everything she would want. The small tease has her shuddering, shivering in anticipation as she stretches around him, fits to him.
Perfect. He feels perfect; Pahja doesn't particularly believe in perfection when it comes to sex as much as she does fun and enjoyment. However, Emet makes her think she might have found something close. With every thrust he makes she can't help but moan and gasp, sighing in bliss with a particularly good thrust, tightening around his cock. )
Oh, oh Emet-- Twelve forfend, I should have told you to take me on the First if I knew how good you'd feel. How good your cock would make me feel--
( Pahja's back to babbling. Earlier though it seemed like Emet hand't minded, so Pahja lets herself bask in it without shame, pressing kisses to his face where she can between gasps and moans -- one hand going to his shoulder to steady herself as she attempts to pick up the pace, to encourage him to go faster, harder. )
We would have been watched, you know, we would have-- ( A longer, deeper moan as she adjusts the angle to have him hit deeper. ) I would have wanted them to so they knew that it was you I wanted.
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There is more for them in the future, and he knows that - the notion that there might be more trysts like this one, that he might have her in a bed, a bath, against a wall, on top of her or below her - anything sounds like a miracle beyond reckoning.
For now, he settles with the gleeful happiness that comes with hearing her speak for him, hearing her soft noises and pleased moans, shivering with the feeling of her grinding against him and moving on his cock, stealing her pleasure and taking it for his own, his own little huffs of want blushing against her neck.
One hand moves away from her hips, allowing her movement, and sinks into her hair all the same. ]
Do you think I would have taken you? I would have been too sour, too buried in grief for any pleasure. Though, I fear this might have turned me - [ His other hand, the one not stroking through her hair, brushes against her clit gently.
Would she? Perhaps, perhaps not, but it is an interesting game to imagine.
Turning his lead to leave more kisses on her skin, her collarbone, to scrape his teeth there, he huffs a little laugh. ]
Are there any other pleasures you desire that I should be aware of?
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Venat's final gift for her.
Though she wonders if the woman expected this from them at all. It's a thought that Emet pushes out of her head with the way he sounds, the way he moves. Pahja allows herself to fall away from thoughts of anything but this, anything but the way Emet feels in her, moving with her. The way he sounds against her neck -- her fingers sliding through his hair to tug and encourage. )
If I had asked, if I had begged, if I had called for you while touching myself alone in my room -- would you have come? Would you have watched me fall apart for you, knowing that-- oh ( She trails off into another groan of want. ) Knowing that the Exarch was watching, always watching and wanting.
( There is no sadness at throwing G'raha under the bus now, for he has ever been transparent in his affections. But she does not want him, she has never desired him like she does Emet-Selch. Hades.
He brushes her clit and Pahja shakes, a moan falling from her lips so loud she thinks she might have scared away any bird that had wandered too close to them. His touch, his kisses, his teeth have her desperate and wanting as she moves, chasing pleasure and hoping beyond hope he can find it too.
Pahja wants to bring him to a moment where he can set his burdens aside, to think of nothing but pleasure and want. It would be her gift to him, a testament to her love. )
What, besides my want to take you transformed? To be filled completely by your cock-- ( Another gasp as she speeds up slightly, hands grasping at him almost desperately to hold him there as she continues to babble. ) You could take me on the throne of Garlemald. I could take you, bent over some desk or on a table. Would you want me dressed in silks and gold, gems and jewels, dancing for you until you cannot help but have me. Bend me over a railing and fuck me in full view of anyone who looks up, Emet, I want all of you. Every pleasure, please Emet.
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