[ She trembles-- and it's clear now that she's trying to hold herself back, in some way, breath caught in her throat in her focus and only releasing in hurried, desperate gasps. She can't help the way her voice rises, at his words, shivering in her throat.
There's not much for her, outside of the sensations and his solid mass supporting her-- everything has reduced down to this microcosm of pleasure, hot and sharp and so good it was nearly painful. Don't come, don't come, she distantly remembered that command but it was getting progressively hard to fight it off, her whole body tense and shaking, his hand soaking wet with slick.
He barely gets the word out before she complies, her voice barely more than a whimper. ]
She watches this happen with her face going bright red, ears perked upright-- and when Dan Feng speaks she goes an entire shade darker, her tail lashing. It wasn't... that odd, and sensation she knew well from sleeping with both Sett and Aphelios, but none of them pointed it out. ]
[ Since she is determined, she's going to chase his scent— and she'll look like she's been running a while. She's in her blue halter with her cloak today, and glaring at his back before she gets ready to tackle him.
[Dan Feng goes down like a sack of popoto, and reacts just like one too: he doesn't. He sort of focuses on Megumi for a moment, before his eyes slide to the side, taking whatever she's going to give him.]
[ Getting him on his back and pinning her hands down on his shoulders. ]
What in the hells are you on?! Did you knock your head against the wall more than once?! Why're you acting like some sorry character in a Yanxian Tragedy Drama all of a sudden?!
[It's like propping up and cleaning off a six-foot ball jointed doll thrown into the recycling heap.]
He said- [He seems to have trouble focusing on her face, so he just looks down at her knees.] Why would anyone-- I'm sorry. I can tell now. Only the strangling was real.
[ How her heart races in that moment, her ears lowering... she's not sure what to focus on, except for the echo of what he's saying, embracing her own emotions that she's been pushing aside for days.
( I dreamt that I loved you )
Focus. She has to focus. ]
But.. But you are betrothed! He's been so happy! So has Dan Heng!! They're delighted at the thought of being with you! Surely...
[ The words spill out, shaky, as she looks at him. ]
How can it be a dream? I'm right here. Dan Feng... Why would I be here if I didn't love you, too?
[Now he comes alive, of a sort - his hands come up to push at her shoulders, to bear her down into the dirt, covering her with his bulk. His tail winds up high behind him, lashing at nothing.]
What sweet words you say, that will turn to poison on a whim. Such are the natures of my delusions.
[He draws it out for a long moment - the thought of We'll have to work on your endurance turning into Wait this is going to be a standing engagement turning into Is she going to be mad if I told her I'm going to touch myself to the memory of her begging turning into I want to take her now - before he laves a tongue into the shell of her ear, and murmurs, in the same tone he'd cowed a hall full of alliance-wide politicians:]
Come.
[And he's going to rub her through it, straight into overstimulation, because he's mean and terrible and he really likes her shivering weight against him.]
The words-- another small push-- and she's less pushed over the edge so much as thrown with great prejudice, the relatively cool sensation of his tongue against her entirely lost in the clenching waves of pleasure between her legs. She gives him a long, high noise of desperation because frankly this might be the hardest she's ever come in her life thus far and there's truly not much in her mind but the explosive pleasure pulsing through her nerves.
She's not that much of a stranger to overstimulation-- it was something Sett was surprisingly fond of doing, as well-- but if he'd wanted her to cry he's finally getting that wish granted. As the pleasure slides from "really good" to "raw and painful" she whines against his neck, sweat beading over her skin and her fingernails starting to dig crescents into his arms and shoulder.
And it quickly, quickly forces her to that peak again-- a hitched sob catches in her throat, only slightly muffled as she sinks her teeth into the join of his neck and shoulder and holds on for dear life as she comes a second time in quick succession. ]
[ Damn it... she only struggles a little, mostly to get herself in a position she needs to escape from and she moves her hands up to his chest ]
Of course I'm here! There's no swiving delusion in this! Jing Yuan loves you, Dan Heng loves you— They were willing to find a way to be with you somewhere that wasn't where you began!!
How dare you doubt them?? How dare you doubt my feelings after all I've allowed?! Do you think I'd let just anyone treat me this way?!
[ She clutches the front of his clothing. ]
What made you think like this? Tell me! Did— did someone say something to hurt you?
[Putting a hand on Sett's mouth thanks, as he kind of props himself up and then proceeds to. Uhhh.]
Language! [He says, while switching his gaze between them, like he's contemplating something. Said contemplation results in the faint smell of sea-brine, because, Aeons forbid, that kiss Did Things to him between his legs.]
I like all the ways you taste, Valencia, this is not new information. [Hh-h-hhh-] You aren't very good at that, Sett.
[That bite makes him groan deep, and his fingers spasm inside her-- once she comes that second time, though, Dan Feng eases off, drawing his hand out gently. A flick of the wrist and it's with a damp, clean hand that he gathers her against him, bracketed by his legs, one hand scratching at her scalp, the other one wound around her waist.]
Well done. Such a good little whore for me.
[He finds that his arousal isn't as urgent as the urge to hold her close and pet her, against her warmth, crawl into her ribcage and curl up under her beating heart and soak in her bloodstream and he licks at the tears on her face with an expression that says maybe I want to wear your skin just a little bit.]
[ ////// OKAY. IS IT NOT NEW INFORMATION BECAUSE SHE LOOKS SURPRISED TO BE LEARNING THIS
she ducks her head, flustered, both because of That and also because the saltwater-scent is very obvious to even her, now. But she just reaches for Sett again, even if he'd settled, to draw him towards her. ]
He's-- great at it with me.
[ maybe he isn't. she doesn't know. she likes it though so thats what matters. ]
[ It takes a long, long moment for her to fully come back to earth, letting herself be manipulated against him, her grip slack and barely holding on and clearly grateful for the support of his body. She pants, swallowing hard as she gets her breath back, opening her eyes to look at him, bleary, as he licks her face, and-- ]
You keep calling me horrible names, as if I'll just-- let anyone do this to me! You were doing so well with-- whatever the hell you were saying to me, before, and then!
[ Grabs his shirt, still caught between irritated disbelief and fucked-out exhaustion, and gives him a little shake.
... While she also grinds down against him shuddering as the ridge of his cocks rub up against her oversensitive lips. ]
Of what is acceptable? Did you not just - do you not need more rest? I do not mind, I like you in my arms? [His questions lilt up into whining, and he's practically huffing her scent, and with every cant of her hips he can feel the jolt of arousal like a lightning bolt. The way he's lightheaded with it is not normal--]
Hold still. [Lower cockhead against her cunt.] One of these days you'll take all of me and you'll scream with it.
[ It is weird, that all of her muscles still feel like jelly and her legs are cramping in this kneeled position and. She grimaces a little at his words because, yeah, she probably should rest some more, but the tip of his cock is already sinking into her, soaked with slick and pliant in the wake of All Of That, and still the need to be full of him was ratcheting back up into nearly intolerable levels. Ah, something was wrong with her.
She does not hold still, pressing forward, draping against his front with a languid groan as she presses down against him. He was saying something, wasn't he? She should answer. At length, she manages to rumble out, voice rough and only somewhat nonsensical: ]
It's-- easy. Stop calling me a-- loose woman. Or a prostitute. Or nnnh-- or-- that stuff... please. All of you...
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