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.
Some part of him can't believe she still has more to give after already finishing twice, but he's drunk with it, every nerve on fire, clasping her to him and kissing against her throat until they slow, motion softening into gentle snuggling embrace. She takes the lead away, and while he enjoyed it, he's not sad to set it aside now. This feels too intimate for games, and he likes that that's where they landed in the end.
"Kidnapping you," he says between equally dazed kisses. He shudders as his cock twitches and her walls flutter back, wanting to just stay close like this indefinitely, cursing that their bed is so far away.
"That was my answer too," she nods, grinning as her eyes flutter shut, basking in the warmth of his mouth against her neck.
"Taking you home tonight is going to be up there too, I can tell already." Aerith ducks her head just enough for him to catch the smirk curving across her lips before her mouth captures his in another kiss.
His cock juts inside her, hips twitching even as he chuckles against her. "Already thinking of more? I don't know if my old bones can keep up with your youthful appetite."
It's not remotely going to be a problem. By the time they get back to their room, he'll be more than recovered, and the idea of her wanting him yet again is alluring enough to already have him thinking of how else he can please her.
Briefly, an image comes to mind of her dressed in tight, revealing straps, his own clothing scant and taught as he kneels to give her head, a softer lead tugging at his collared neck and fine stockings up his thighs. He moans against her, the ache of want threatening to get him hard again right here. He's had unbidden fantasies before, but none of that flavor, and certainly none that specific.
Comfortably caught up in him, Aerith's dazed but she doesn't miss the way he moans, his cock seeming to twitch inside her. Turning her head, she kisses his temple while humming curiously.
"Sounds like your old bones are doing just fine my love." Aerith laughs softly against his skin before tipping her chin down to catch his earlobe in her teeth, tugging gently.
There's a restless hunger all the orgasms he brought her to hasn't quite tamped down - the memory of him with the chain of gems around his neck still burning hot in her recollection. Something about having him in her thrall like that, and following her every order was more appealing than she expected it, and the memory of it only makes her hungrier for more.
It's hard to tell if her laugh on his skin or the teeth on his ear is more arousing. Maybe that's beside the point; she's always alluring, and he's finding it deeply gratifying that she still wants more of him.
"I think," he says, moving his head to kiss down her neck again, still not relinquishing her from his hold, "I want you in our bed the next time. Or at maybe the counter in the bathroom." The fantasy is still there, though, leaving him breathless as his cock twitches again. "And -- maybe we can play more of these games." He's not sure how many things they have that could make that a reality, or if it's something she'd want, but...even part of it sounds divine. He finds, too, something wonderful about breaching new territory with her. He might not have been a virgin when they met, but this has the same kind of pleasant weight to it.
Eyes fluttering closed, Aerith turns her face towards him and tucks her chin, pressing kisses to the top of his head as she basks in the warmth of his lips on her throat. They do need to unwind from one another and go back to the Strahl at some point but, not yet, this all feels too perfect for her to want to move anywhere.
A thrill runs through her body when he suggests doing more of this again, leaving her shifting her hips against him slightly, her body moving without thinking in response to the idea. "I want to find something better to call you than my servant. My beloved maybe."
He breathes out raggedly at the way she shifts against against him when he proposes doing this again. "I like that," he murmurs, and it's true. Something about it eases a good deal of the tension he felt, like he's being claimed and cherished instead of expected to perform. It suits them better.
Any title pales compared to what she is to him. The respect of queen or princess chafe against her past. His florist or his healer aren't right for this game they are playing.
"Do you like my flower of life?" The question is more deferential than he usually feels, but he finds himself wanting her approval, and even more wanting her to feel cherished and safe and wildly aroused if they're going to explore this further.
She leans into how exciting it is to talk about experimenting with acting like this, and grins at the question, nuzzling his cheek.
"It's too long to moan." Aerith follows the statement up with a gentle nip to his neck, chuckling against his skin as she takes a moment to consider. "What about my lady? That might be nice to hear you call me when you beg to come."
Aerith catches herself after she says it and blushes, shocked at the way her mouth seemingly ran away with itself while voicing desires like that.
He's speechless for a moment, chest tight and cheeks flushed. He moans lightly as she nips his neck again, fingers tracing over her back as he holds her. "You like hearing me moan and beg, do you?" The ache that flares in him at the observation is still surprising, but it's divine too.
"You've come so far from that innocent virgin who was afraid of being kissed in public, my lady," he teases as he smoothes back her hair, heat kicking again as he tries out the term. But something still feels a little like being at the edge of a chasm, and he holds her tight to him, murmuring in her ear, "My love."
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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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Date: 2023-07-15 03:37 am (UTC)"Kidnapping you," he says between equally dazed kisses. He shudders as his cock twitches and her walls flutter back, wanting to just stay close like this indefinitely, cursing that their bed is so far away.
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Date: 2023-07-16 09:04 pm (UTC)"Taking you home tonight is going to be up there too, I can tell already." Aerith ducks her head just enough for him to catch the smirk curving across her lips before her mouth captures his in another kiss.
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Date: 2023-07-19 10:19 pm (UTC)It's not remotely going to be a problem. By the time they get back to their room, he'll be more than recovered, and the idea of her wanting him yet again is alluring enough to already have him thinking of how else he can please her.
Briefly, an image comes to mind of her dressed in tight, revealing straps, his own clothing scant and taught as he kneels to give her head, a softer lead tugging at his collared neck and fine stockings up his thighs. He moans against her, the ache of want threatening to get him hard again right here. He's had unbidden fantasies before, but none of that flavor, and certainly none that specific.
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Date: 2023-07-20 12:48 am (UTC)"Sounds like your old bones are doing just fine my love." Aerith laughs softly against his skin before tipping her chin down to catch his earlobe in her teeth, tugging gently.
There's a restless hunger all the orgasms he brought her to hasn't quite tamped down - the memory of him with the chain of gems around his neck still burning hot in her recollection. Something about having him in her thrall like that, and following her every order was more appealing than she expected it, and the memory of it only makes her hungrier for more.
"Something on your mind, servant?"
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Date: 2023-07-20 03:06 am (UTC)"I think," he says, moving his head to kiss down her neck again, still not relinquishing her from his hold, "I want you in our bed the next time. Or at maybe the counter in the bathroom." The fantasy is still there, though, leaving him breathless as his cock twitches again. "And -- maybe we can play more of these games." He's not sure how many things they have that could make that a reality, or if it's something she'd want, but...even part of it sounds divine. He finds, too, something wonderful about breaching new territory with her. He might not have been a virgin when they met, but this has the same kind of pleasant weight to it.
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Date: 2023-07-20 08:33 pm (UTC)A thrill runs through her body when he suggests doing more of this again, leaving her shifting her hips against him slightly, her body moving without thinking in response to the idea. "I want to find something better to call you than my servant. My beloved maybe."
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Date: 2023-07-21 04:12 am (UTC)Any title pales compared to what she is to him. The respect of queen or princess chafe against her past. His florist or his healer aren't right for this game they are playing.
"Do you like my flower of life?" The question is more deferential than he usually feels, but he finds himself wanting her approval, and even more wanting her to feel cherished and safe and wildly aroused if they're going to explore this further.
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Date: 2023-07-22 02:59 am (UTC)"It's too long to moan." Aerith follows the statement up with a gentle nip to his neck, chuckling against his skin as she takes a moment to consider. "What about my lady? That might be nice to hear you call me when you beg to come."
Aerith catches herself after she says it and blushes, shocked at the way her mouth seemingly ran away with itself while voicing desires like that.
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Date: 2023-07-24 04:31 am (UTC)"You've come so far from that innocent virgin who was afraid of being kissed in public, my lady," he teases as he smoothes back her hair, heat kicking again as he tries out the term. But something still feels a little like being at the edge of a chasm, and he holds her tight to him, murmuring in her ear, "My love."