Giggling when she hears him going along with her game, she tugs the necklace gently, wordlessly trying to get him to keep up, an unexpected pang of desire warming between her legs needily the closer to the throne they came.
"It's our honeymoon," she points out. "I want to know you want to worship me. We should both get what we want, right?" They've been lovers for a long time now, but the excitement of talking like that to him fills her with feels new and exhilarating.
Aerith loosens her hold on the necklace enough to settle into the throne without pulling him along too roughly, her teeth dragging lightly on her lower lip as she studies him, her breathing already gone ragged as she makes herself finish her thought despite how it makes her heart race. "So, I think you should ask for the privilege, don't you?"
There is something extra endearing today when she giggles, a swell of pride and protectiveness when he thinks how comfortable she is with him and no one else. Something else, too, a jolt of hunger and pleasure that she’s his and only his.
How could she not know he wants to worship her, he wonders as she shifts to setting in the throne, still holding him close by that lead. He doesn’t want her to stop, and when she looks up at him and bites her lip, he feels like he’d move the world for her if she asked. It makes his knees weak that she has so much power over him, and yet he’s not scared in the least.
And then she tells him to ask, and want jolts through him so strongly it nearly hurts. Breathless and grinning, he gets down on his knees, shifting so his face is tantalizingly close to her pelvis. “Please, my flower of life,” he says, low and husky. His hands rest on her knees, those jewels still tugging at his neck, and he turns to kiss her thigh. “I wish to worship at you.” There’s absolutely no doubt in his mind she wants him to, and yet his heart races as he asks, like he’s getting away with something, like it’s their first time losing each other again.
"Flower of life," she repeats, the tone of his voice making her shiver almost as much as the brush of his lips against her thigh. Aerith hums thoughtfully before she gives the chain of gems a light pull, parting her legs and moving to usher him closer.
"You're always so good at cherishing me." Her voice is a warm purr, but the words are sincere. Nobody's ever loved her quite like Balthier, and even though she knows they're playing around right now - no matter how the heat that works its way through her might suggest otherwise - she can feel his devotion to her, and it's beautiful.
"And you know how much I enjoy your oldest trick."
This warmth is one that’s entirely his love for her, expression going soft as he leans in to kiss the cloth over her stomach. He has cherished her for so long now, kept her on his ship past when it made any sense to. Maybe some part of him was always in love with her. Regardless, it still makes him feel cherished right back to have that seen and loved. There were others before Aerith, but no one that made him feel like this.
“My oldest trick,” he repeats, letting one of his hands trail lightly up her thigh. They rarely leave their clothes on this long, but it’s an added joy, a new way to touch her. “Would that be my thigh—“ he shifts up, taking her mouth with his while he slides his folded knee up to her groin, tugging her up against him. “Or getting you undressed?” He whispers on her lips.
Arching against the throne so that she can better lift herself and press against him as he teases her heat against his leg and looms over her, kissing her senseless. "Are you picturing me naked on my throne, my beautiful servant?"
Rocking herself against the pressure he maintains between her thighs, Aerith tips her chin up and nips lightly at his bottom lip.
"What if I make you wait for it? What if I order you to make me come with all my clothes on first?" She's never said anything like this before, but the ideas just keep rising in her mind, and Aerith can't seem to stop herself from just rolling with them, enjoying the way commanding him makes her ache with desire.
He moans against her lips, thigh pressing into her as she spins this fantasy. She hasn't talked to him like this since she was a petulant princess trying to assert her authority, and it certainly wasn't with any shades of desire.
"What if I listen?" he whispers between kisses. "What if I comply, you're the one begging to feel me inside you?" They've never done this before, and yet he feels like the words just slip across his tongue. With them comes deep, aching want, and he can feel himself hardening against the constraints of his trousers, all the more bittersweet for knowing he'll be contained awhile longer.
He dips his head to nip her neck, rocking against her heat as his hand skirts down her neck, down her shirt to graze under he breast, pointedly over the fabric as asked. "You've never been good at resisting me."
"You've never been good at resisting me either," she murmurs arching herself against his hand as the pressure from his thigh leaves her rolling her hips for more, almost regretting the challenge she's just issued, already aching to feel his bare skin against her cunt, rather than the muted bliss the fabric between them causes.
Grinding against his thigh, Aerith pulls on the string of gems, nipping at his bottom lip. "Or maybe after this, I'll only let you use your fingers and your tongue to fuck me. I think feeling me get so wet and hot for you might make you beg first."
“Mmm not once you’d touched me,” he agrees lowly, kissing her neck and working his thigh against her beautiful arching . “But I wanted to kiss you for weeks. Touched myself to thoughts of you after we had. I can be very patient.”
But she tugs him to her with that lead of gems, teeth scraping his lips and he whimpers against her, sound only getting more choked at that beautiful threat.
“So you want to hear me beg,” he gasps, barely recovering his voice before he kisses against her jaw, pulling her tight to him so he can lift her and switch their positions, settling her farther up his thigh. His pants are getting taut with his wanting, and he isn’t gentle with massaging her breast over her shirt, nipping at her neck. He remembers that day she rocked against him, breathless and desperate, and that’s what he has in mind.
Both of her thighs squeeze around his as she angles her hips down, pressing her folds flush against his leg. The thought that he can feel how warm and wet she already is, even through the fabric makes the tensing ache already building through her deepen.
The hand not keeping that string of gems playfully tight runs down his body, her palm flattening against the hard line of his cock, caressing him through his pants as the rough way he teases her nipples makes her gasp sharply.
"Did you think about how I was touching myself to thoughts of you too?" Aerith turns her head, nuzzling the side of his face, urging him to look up so she can kiss him again, giving him a smile that's as loving and affectionate as it is full of desire.
"I think making you beg is a good reward for your patience."
He very much can feel how hot and damp she is. As she rocks against him, his stomach rolls, body crying out for her to sink onto him. She’s so beautiful like this, so beautiful the way she makes him lose his mind. He lets his eyes close, moaning roughly at her hand through the maddeningly tight fabric of his pants.
“Yes,” he rasps, half to the question and half to the touch. “I don’t know what I’m more scandalous for, touching myself to a beautiful young princess, seducing her to do the same, or—“
He squeezes her breast even as he nuzzles her back, his other hand pushing her flush against his thighs as he brings it up particularly hard. “Planning to absolutely ravish her until she’s too tired to even moan.”
It’s the love in her eyes that makes him whimper though, and he meets her wanting lips fervently, arching against the warmth of her palm. The whimper only gets more wanting at her promise, and this time he does push her shirt away, lips kissing down her breast.
“If you were anyone else, I’d be terrified of how badly I want you,” he murmurs, breath hot on her flesh, before taking her nipple into his mouth. He hums low as his cock throbs against her hand, letting her feel the vibration of his want so close to her heart.
The memory of their wedding night still fresh in her mind, and the thought of him leaving her breathless makes the way she whimpers against his thigh all the sharper and sweeter.
"We're both guilty of that - all I could think about was getting you inside me." Her hand massages his cock through his trousers before the warmth of his lips as he sucks her nipple into his mouth makes her cry out again.
Arching into his touch as she presses herself against his thigh, Aerith turns her head, biting the side of his neck with a soft growl. "That's against the rules servant," she purrs against his skin, still rubbing his cock as she tugs the gems around his neck.
"Get on your knees," Aerith nips his neck one more time before loosening her legs from around his thigh before she shifts back to sit on the throne properly, her hand falling away from his cock after one more gentle squeeze. "I want you to lick me clean," she explains in a low, warm voice, lifting the fabric of her skirt as she spreads her thighs, revealing the damp fabric of her panties.
"And if you make me come, then you'll have to start all over again."
He chuckles at all the times she's been so adamant about having him, present situation included. It always makes him feel cherished, but today it makes him feel proud too, and eager to be claimed yet again in the ways he knows she likes to. And then, when they're exhausted and spent, he'll take her home to their bed in their ship, as he gets to do until the end of their lives, because she is his beloved and he is hers, and gods that makes him want to be inside her.
He nearly purrs as she bites his neck, letting out a whimpering groan as the gems tighten at his neck and her hand warms his cock.
It only deepens at her order. She's never done that before, and while some small part of him recoils, briefly afraid, the rest of him is already obeying, flushing as she expands her want and lifts her skirt.
Their wedding night is fresh in his mind, too, and he loves that she enjoyed it enough to want to recreate it, fully aware that she'll come just as quick now as she did then, and just as aware of how beautifully she took care of him after.
He adjusts his position between her legs, letting a finger run slowly over the damp fabric at her crotch before hooking inside the fabric, tugging her panties toward him as he kisses up her trembling thigh. "As my lady wishes," he says, but he does nothing about the slick liquid coating her outer folds, instead licking straight across her opening before adhering his mouth to her glistening bud, hands guiding her hips toward him as much as holding her down as she starts to squirm.
A new kind of thrill runs through her, giving him an order like that and watching him follow it, sinking onto his knees after she detangles her body from his while he stares at her in a way that makes her heart pound so hard she almost lets go of the makeshift leash she's been so mindful of.
Trying to look composed, even as her eyes blaze with desire, she lifts herself enough for him to ease her panties off of her hips and pull them down, Aerith draws a shaky breath, aware of how wet and warm she's become while pressed and grinding against his thigh.
He leans in, his tongue gliding past her folds to briefly tease at her entrance before his mouth moves up, the way his lips press around her clit making her cry out. She arches towards his mouth, her hands running through his hair. Already worked up from the way he'd teased her against his thigh it doesn't take long for her to stiffen against the throne, shuddering as her back arches whimpering as she climaxes.
He hums contentedly as he pushes her through a shuddering climax, sound turning to a moan as she grasps at his hair and whimpers. He loved this on their wedding night, and he loves it now with this throne and her skirts hiked up and her breath heavy.
He eases off her clit but doesn’t forget her order, moving his mouth down to slowly explore her folds with his tongue. His cock jumps at how wet she is, and the second part of their wedding night isn’t far from his mind. Something about getting to be inside her here, in this place that isn’t their bedroom and isn’t for intimacy, with that leash around his neck and her wanting more after she’s already been so wet sends new wanting heat through him, and he forgets himself for a moment, squeezing her thighs and sending his tongue into her even before she’s recovered.
She's so caught up in her orgasm that she almost lets the leash of gemstones go while her body arches off of the throne, squirming as she tries to get as close to Balthier's mouth as she can.
"Clean me up, servant," Aerith pants, barely getting a moment to tug the chain in her hand before his tongue slides into her still tensed and fluttering cunt, pulling a loud moan from her as she pulls his hair again.
"Balthier, Balthier," as aware as she is that this feels too good to last she doesn't want it to end either, her hips already rocking against his mouth as he fucks her with his tongue, fanning the flames of her last orgasm into fresh heat that begins to build inside her all over again.
He moans deeply, wanting her to feel the vibration of it. His cock strains near painfully against his trousers, and scions he wants to be inside her, but he's also enjoying this too much to really pull away. She's never been this hungry again this fast, and the way she rocks against his mouth and pulls at his hair, chanting his name leaves him breathless. He tightens his grip on her ass, fucking her more enthusiastically even as his own hips start to rock with the want of it.
He barely gets himself to pull away, neck straining on the lead of gems, to murmur against her cunt, "Do I get to have you yet, or do I keep cleaning?" He punctuates it with a sucking kiss to her clit, pulling back before he can push her entirely over the edge.
When he draws back she can feel the way he's left her aching, every nerve between her thighs alight, leaving her reaching for more even though he's already driven her well beyond the point of climax and left her slick and sensitive to every touch. Still, she does what she can to look composed (she can't), and almost thoughtful, her free hand sliding between her thighs as if to inspect the state he's left her in.
Aerith's shoulders shake as the tips of her fingers ghost over her clit, tracing between her folds to her entrance, keeping herself close enough for him to be able to see every motion up close.
"I think you're very impatient for a servant," she purrs breathlessly as she pulls her hand away and lets him see the sheen of wetness clinging to her skin.
"Take your cock out and stroke yourself while you clean me up for real." Aerith's eyes narrow, her damp fingers spreading her folds for him, letting him see all the moisture clinging to her cunt.
"Then I'll decide what to do with it." She can't wait to bury him inside her, but she wants him to burn for it as much as he's made her.
His breath is so ragged as he watches her, intrigued by this game. Some quieter part of him squirms, uncomfortable with being told what to do, afraid that he'll somehow be left ashamed and hurting. But his eyes find hers, and he's moving to undo his trousers, bolstered by how much he trusts her, how much he loves her, and by the absolutely burning curiosity he feels at the strange pleasure of being made to wait.
He makes sure to lean back enough that, as he settles his clothing to free his cock, she can see just how hard he is, biting his lip and moaning as he runs his hand down his length. "How can I not be impatient? I ache for you. Please, my lady, my flower of life, let me serve you with my cock as well as my tongue." He feels silly, and a little shameful, but she asked him to beg, and he loves seeing how much she's enjoying all this. That and, once he's started, it sends something electric through him, a joyous anticipation of pleasing her enough that she relents and calls him to her.
"I haven't been licked clean yet," she purrs pointedly, her eyes blazing as she watches him stroke himself and plead with her, her body aching to give him everything he asks for, so much so that she has to move her hand, covering her folds as she presses down against it with a soft moan.
"Get me ready for your cock, my beautiful servant, I want you to make my cunt so hot and tight you're begging to let you come as soon as you get inside me." Normally Aerith is confident with him, but this is another level entirely. It almost feels like someone else is saying these things, but she knows the exhilaration rushing through her from being so unabashedly bold is all her, egged on by the way he runs with this mad idea so beautifully.
He's going to tease that she's well past ready for his cock, but the words fall away to a startled moan as she spins yet another twist to this game they're playing. "Yes," he rasps, his free hand coming to cup her face, his whole body feeling bursting with adoration and disbelief that he's this blessed. "I love you," he murmurs, genuine, breathless, helpless, entirely outside this game, and for some reason -- anxious, sad even, just for a moment.
He shakes it off. This game is new. It's likely stirring up unrelated feelings. It's easy to refocus, with her heaving breath and his cock in his hand. He repositions himself, guiding her hand away and applying himself liberally to running his tongue over her, her slick wetness salty and warm. He hums against her, as much for her benefit as for the increasing difficulty of containing his want. He has to be careful not to let his hand speed up, because he doesn't want to finish outside her, but gods is it hard. He hasn't felt this aroused and needy since...gods he's not even sure.
"Balthier," she breathes, nuzzling his hand with her cheek as she lets her hold go on the string of gems, wrapping her arm around his shoulders to pull him in for a kiss instead. "I love you."
Some part of her - the part that's distinctly all her, and not under the influence of whatever's gotten into them both playing this game - wants him to be sure of that.
His mouth returns to her folds and she gasps, arching back against the throne when the vibrations of his voice resonating against her heat sends ripples of pleasure coursing through her, pushing her swiftly over the edge of her orgasm and leaving her shuddering in her seat. "Please, my servant...I want you inside me."
Whatever unease has risen in him, it's quieted when she says his name and holds him.
It's strange, feeling her orgasm again so quickly, but he's spared picking at why because she's inviting him in even as his mouth moves off her. It only takes him a moment to slide inside her, hissing as he does. She was right. He's so worked up that he doesn't think he'll last hardly any time at all. It's thrilling, even as that other part of him feels somehow sad, like he just wants more time with her. Nonsense, though. He's going to take her home, and they'll be in each other's arms late into the next morning.
"Aerith," he says, in pleasure, and in just -- wanting to be clear she's what he's so happy about. He guides her legs around him, leaning down to kiss her neck as his hips roll and he moans, trying not to stimulate himself too much too quickly. "I'm hardly going to last. You have me more wound up than usual."
Unable to quiet the loud moan that escapes her after he drives himself inside her, Aerith reaches for Balthier, her nails raking down his back as she whimpers in response to hearing him say her name.
"My perfect, beautiful husband." She whispers between kisses before nodding eagerly. "Come for me, I want to feel you come."
There she is, his sweet, bold, tender wife, and he thinks he’s never been more in love with her. And something about being told to come for her just winds him up all the more, reminding him how wanted he is.
He doesn’t need to be told twice, kissing against her as he rocks their bodies together. His breath comes gasping, and it takes so little to pull him over the edge, pleasure rocking through him. He gives her her name like a chant, pushing through the urge to go rigid, wanting to feel all of this as long as possible.
“Marrying you was the second best thing I ever did,” he sighs, holding her tight to him, hips still shuddering in aftershocks.
The heat of his orgasm courses through her, leaving her wrapping her legs around his hips while arching her whole body up, working to feel all of him as he shudders against her, breathing out her name, making her gasp as her walls flutter around his cock.
Aerith stays wrapped up in Balthier, slipping the gems off his neck and letting them fall away before she cuddles against him, her eyes fluttering shut as she grins against his skin.
"What was the first?" She murmurs, nuzzling his neck between warm, dazed kisses.
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Date: 2023-06-05 03:11 am (UTC)"It's our honeymoon," she points out. "I want to know you want to worship me. We should both get what we want, right?" They've been lovers for a long time now, but the excitement of talking like that to him fills her with feels new and exhilarating.
Aerith loosens her hold on the necklace enough to settle into the throne without pulling him along too roughly, her teeth dragging lightly on her lower lip as she studies him, her breathing already gone ragged as she makes herself finish her thought despite how it makes her heart race. "So, I think you should ask for the privilege, don't you?"
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Date: 2023-06-07 10:17 am (UTC)How could she not know he wants to worship her, he wonders as she shifts to setting in the throne, still holding him close by that lead. He doesn’t want her to stop, and when she looks up at him and bites her lip, he feels like he’d move the world for her if she asked. It makes his knees weak that she has so much power over him, and yet he’s not scared in the least.
And then she tells him to ask, and want jolts through him so strongly it nearly hurts. Breathless and grinning, he gets down on his knees, shifting so his face is tantalizingly close to her pelvis. “Please, my flower of life,” he says, low and husky. His hands rest on her knees, those jewels still tugging at his neck, and he turns to kiss her thigh. “I wish to worship at you.” There’s absolutely no doubt in his mind she wants him to, and yet his heart races as he asks, like he’s getting away with something, like it’s their first time losing each other again.
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Date: 2023-06-09 03:23 am (UTC)"You're always so good at cherishing me." Her voice is a warm purr, but the words are sincere. Nobody's ever loved her quite like Balthier, and even though she knows they're playing around right now - no matter how the heat that works its way through her might suggest otherwise - she can feel his devotion to her, and it's beautiful.
"And you know how much I enjoy your oldest trick."
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Date: 2023-06-10 07:09 pm (UTC)“My oldest trick,” he repeats, letting one of his hands trail lightly up her thigh. They rarely leave their clothes on this long, but it’s an added joy, a new way to touch her. “Would that be my thigh—“ he shifts up, taking her mouth with his while he slides his folded knee up to her groin, tugging her up against him. “Or getting you undressed?” He whispers on her lips.
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Date: 2023-06-12 03:08 am (UTC)Rocking herself against the pressure he maintains between her thighs, Aerith tips her chin up and nips lightly at his bottom lip.
"What if I make you wait for it? What if I order you to make me come with all my clothes on first?" She's never said anything like this before, but the ideas just keep rising in her mind, and Aerith can't seem to stop herself from just rolling with them, enjoying the way commanding him makes her ache with desire.
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Date: 2023-06-14 07:44 am (UTC)"What if I listen?" he whispers between kisses. "What if I comply, you're the one begging to feel me inside you?" They've never done this before, and yet he feels like the words just slip across his tongue. With them comes deep, aching want, and he can feel himself hardening against the constraints of his trousers, all the more bittersweet for knowing he'll be contained awhile longer.
He dips his head to nip her neck, rocking against her heat as his hand skirts down her neck, down her shirt to graze under he breast, pointedly over the fabric as asked. "You've never been good at resisting me."
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Date: 2023-06-18 04:49 am (UTC)Grinding against his thigh, Aerith pulls on the string of gems, nipping at his bottom lip. "Or maybe after this, I'll only let you use your fingers and your tongue to fuck me. I think feeling me get so wet and hot for you might make you beg first."
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Date: 2023-06-25 10:25 pm (UTC)But she tugs him to her with that lead of gems, teeth scraping his lips and he whimpers against her, sound only getting more choked at that beautiful threat.
“So you want to hear me beg,” he gasps, barely recovering his voice before he kisses against her jaw, pulling her tight to him so he can lift her and switch their positions, settling her farther up his thigh. His pants are getting taut with his wanting, and he isn’t gentle with massaging her breast over her shirt, nipping at her neck. He remembers that day she rocked against him, breathless and desperate, and that’s what he has in mind.
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Date: 2023-06-27 03:59 am (UTC)The hand not keeping that string of gems playfully tight runs down his body, her palm flattening against the hard line of his cock, caressing him through his pants as the rough way he teases her nipples makes her gasp sharply.
"Did you think about how I was touching myself to thoughts of you too?" Aerith turns her head, nuzzling the side of his face, urging him to look up so she can kiss him again, giving him a smile that's as loving and affectionate as it is full of desire.
"I think making you beg is a good reward for your patience."
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Date: 2023-06-27 08:55 pm (UTC)“Yes,” he rasps, half to the question and half to the touch. “I don’t know what I’m more scandalous for, touching myself to a beautiful young princess, seducing her to do the same, or—“
He squeezes her breast even as he nuzzles her back, his other hand pushing her flush against his thighs as he brings it up particularly hard. “Planning to absolutely ravish her until she’s too tired to even moan.”
It’s the love in her eyes that makes him whimper though, and he meets her wanting lips fervently, arching against the warmth of her palm. The whimper only gets more wanting at her promise, and this time he does push her shirt away, lips kissing down her breast.
“If you were anyone else, I’d be terrified of how badly I want you,” he murmurs, breath hot on her flesh, before taking her nipple into his mouth. He hums low as his cock throbs against her hand, letting her feel the vibration of his want so close to her heart.
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Date: 2023-06-28 02:20 am (UTC)"We're both guilty of that - all I could think about was getting you inside me." Her hand massages his cock through his trousers before the warmth of his lips as he sucks her nipple into his mouth makes her cry out again.
Arching into his touch as she presses herself against his thigh, Aerith turns her head, biting the side of his neck with a soft growl. "That's against the rules servant," she purrs against his skin, still rubbing his cock as she tugs the gems around his neck.
"Get on your knees," Aerith nips his neck one more time before loosening her legs from around his thigh before she shifts back to sit on the throne properly, her hand falling away from his cock after one more gentle squeeze. "I want you to lick me clean," she explains in a low, warm voice, lifting the fabric of her skirt as she spreads her thighs, revealing the damp fabric of her panties.
"And if you make me come, then you'll have to start all over again."
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Date: 2023-06-29 01:04 am (UTC)He nearly purrs as she bites his neck, letting out a whimpering groan as the gems tighten at his neck and her hand warms his cock.
It only deepens at her order. She's never done that before, and while some small part of him recoils, briefly afraid, the rest of him is already obeying, flushing as she expands her want and lifts her skirt.
Their wedding night is fresh in his mind, too, and he loves that she enjoyed it enough to want to recreate it, fully aware that she'll come just as quick now as she did then, and just as aware of how beautifully she took care of him after.
He adjusts his position between her legs, letting a finger run slowly over the damp fabric at her crotch before hooking inside the fabric, tugging her panties toward him as he kisses up her trembling thigh. "As my lady wishes," he says, but he does nothing about the slick liquid coating her outer folds, instead licking straight across her opening before adhering his mouth to her glistening bud, hands guiding her hips toward him as much as holding her down as she starts to squirm.
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Date: 2023-06-30 02:32 am (UTC)Trying to look composed, even as her eyes blaze with desire, she lifts herself enough for him to ease her panties off of her hips and pull them down, Aerith draws a shaky breath, aware of how wet and warm she's become while pressed and grinding against his thigh.
He leans in, his tongue gliding past her folds to briefly tease at her entrance before his mouth moves up, the way his lips press around her clit making her cry out. She arches towards his mouth, her hands running through his hair. Already worked up from the way he'd teased her against his thigh it doesn't take long for her to stiffen against the throne, shuddering as her back arches whimpering as she climaxes.
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Date: 2023-07-06 04:50 pm (UTC)He eases off her clit but doesn’t forget her order, moving his mouth down to slowly explore her folds with his tongue. His cock jumps at how wet she is, and the second part of their wedding night isn’t far from his mind. Something about getting to be inside her here, in this place that isn’t their bedroom and isn’t for intimacy, with that leash around his neck and her wanting more after she’s already been so wet sends new wanting heat through him, and he forgets himself for a moment, squeezing her thighs and sending his tongue into her even before she’s recovered.
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Date: 2023-07-10 03:43 am (UTC)"Clean me up, servant," Aerith pants, barely getting a moment to tug the chain in her hand before his tongue slides into her still tensed and fluttering cunt, pulling a loud moan from her as she pulls his hair again.
"Balthier, Balthier," as aware as she is that this feels too good to last she doesn't want it to end either, her hips already rocking against his mouth as he fucks her with his tongue, fanning the flames of her last orgasm into fresh heat that begins to build inside her all over again.
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Date: 2023-07-11 12:44 am (UTC)He barely gets himself to pull away, neck straining on the lead of gems, to murmur against her cunt, "Do I get to have you yet, or do I keep cleaning?" He punctuates it with a sucking kiss to her clit, pulling back before he can push her entirely over the edge.
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Date: 2023-07-11 03:14 am (UTC)Aerith's shoulders shake as the tips of her fingers ghost over her clit, tracing between her folds to her entrance, keeping herself close enough for him to be able to see every motion up close.
"I think you're very impatient for a servant," she purrs breathlessly as she pulls her hand away and lets him see the sheen of wetness clinging to her skin.
"Take your cock out and stroke yourself while you clean me up for real." Aerith's eyes narrow, her damp fingers spreading her folds for him, letting him see all the moisture clinging to her cunt.
"Then I'll decide what to do with it." She can't wait to bury him inside her, but she wants him to burn for it as much as he's made her.
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Date: 2023-07-11 11:38 pm (UTC)He makes sure to lean back enough that, as he settles his clothing to free his cock, she can see just how hard he is, biting his lip and moaning as he runs his hand down his length. "How can I not be impatient? I ache for you. Please, my lady, my flower of life, let me serve you with my cock as well as my tongue." He feels silly, and a little shameful, but she asked him to beg, and he loves seeing how much she's enjoying all this. That and, once he's started, it sends something electric through him, a joyous anticipation of pleasing her enough that she relents and calls him to her.
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Date: 2023-07-13 01:12 am (UTC)"Get me ready for your cock, my beautiful servant, I want you to make my cunt so hot and tight you're begging to let you come as soon as you get inside me." Normally Aerith is confident with him, but this is another level entirely. It almost feels like someone else is saying these things, but she knows the exhilaration rushing through her from being so unabashedly bold is all her, egged on by the way he runs with this mad idea so beautifully.
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Date: 2023-07-13 09:59 pm (UTC)He shakes it off. This game is new. It's likely stirring up unrelated feelings. It's easy to refocus, with her heaving breath and his cock in his hand. He repositions himself, guiding her hand away and applying himself liberally to running his tongue over her, her slick wetness salty and warm. He hums against her, as much for her benefit as for the increasing difficulty of containing his want. He has to be careful not to let his hand speed up, because he doesn't want to finish outside her, but gods is it hard. He hasn't felt this aroused and needy since...gods he's not even sure.
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Date: 2023-07-13 10:47 pm (UTC)Some part of her - the part that's distinctly all her, and not under the influence of whatever's gotten into them both playing this game - wants him to be sure of that.
His mouth returns to her folds and she gasps, arching back against the throne when the vibrations of his voice resonating against her heat sends ripples of pleasure coursing through her, pushing her swiftly over the edge of her orgasm and leaving her shuddering in her seat. "Please, my servant...I want you inside me."
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Date: 2023-07-13 11:45 pm (UTC)It's strange, feeling her orgasm again so quickly, but he's spared picking at why because she's inviting him in even as his mouth moves off her. It only takes him a moment to slide inside her, hissing as he does. She was right. He's so worked up that he doesn't think he'll last hardly any time at all. It's thrilling, even as that other part of him feels somehow sad, like he just wants more time with her. Nonsense, though. He's going to take her home, and they'll be in each other's arms late into the next morning.
"Aerith," he says, in pleasure, and in just -- wanting to be clear she's what he's so happy about. He guides her legs around him, leaning down to kiss her neck as his hips roll and he moans, trying not to stimulate himself too much too quickly. "I'm hardly going to last. You have me more wound up than usual."
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Date: 2023-07-14 12:06 am (UTC)"My perfect, beautiful husband." She whispers between kisses before nodding eagerly. "Come for me, I want to feel you come."
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Date: 2023-07-14 01:38 am (UTC)He doesn’t need to be told twice, kissing against her as he rocks their bodies together. His breath comes gasping, and it takes so little to pull him over the edge, pleasure rocking through him. He gives her her name like a chant, pushing through the urge to go rigid, wanting to feel all of this as long as possible.
“Marrying you was the second best thing I ever did,” he sighs, holding her tight to him, hips still shuddering in aftershocks.
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Date: 2023-07-15 02:00 am (UTC)Aerith stays wrapped up in Balthier, slipping the gems off his neck and letting them fall away before she cuddles against him, her eyes fluttering shut as she grins against his skin.
"What was the first?" She murmurs, nuzzling his neck between warm, dazed kisses.
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