[Yoimiya's reaction fills him with a sense of relief and warmth, happy that she likes it so much, cuddling up further into her like a content puppy who's happy to be connected to its master. Her words of praise over his choice of gift elates him like nothing else, his heart beating hard in his chest as he admires how pretty it is on her finger. A physical representation of how she belongs to him, and the ring on his own finger being a literal bond of his soul to hers...he couldn't be more happy about this arrangement. Everything he could ever want is in his hands, nuzzling his head into her, breathing in her scent as he begins to get lost in her.]
I'm glad...I love you so much. I really wanted to get you something that truly represented our love for each other. When I saw that ring, I was immediately drawn to it. I couldn't help but notice how close it resembles the color of your sword, that everlasting bond you have with me- so I couldn't pass it up.
[Now, he wants to lavish on her all of his pronounced feelings for her, submissive and willing to do whatever she likes from the rest of the night out. The drug continues to dull his ambitions and hyperfocuses on the woman in front of him, as if she were the only thing that existed in the entire universe, and everything else was just a grayed out blur around him. Yoimiya is his entire world, and everything just falls off to the wayside.]
It makes me happy to know that you'll let me wed you. It's all I can think about. I promise I won't make you wait terribly long before I propose, but I do want to make sure I get it just right.
[Tartaglia starts to kiss her neck, pleading to let him service her, to make him bow to her will as if he were unable to do anything else without her permission. He needs her, wants her to break him, his mind nothing but a mess of thoughts of Yoimiya that swirl around in his head endlessly. He loves her, he can't do anything without her.
Those emotions float to the surface as he lets out tiny whines while he administers affection to her, aching for her to command him to pleasure her as she sees fit. It's all he wants or cares for, hands wandering across her body to find her sweet sensitive spots and press into them, deft fingers pinching her nipples and sweeping down towards her groin to brush over her inner thigh.]
So until then, my love...accept my pledge, and allow me to drown you with affection for the rest of the night.
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I'm glad...I love you so much. I really wanted to get you something that truly represented our love for each other. When I saw that ring, I was immediately drawn to it. I couldn't help but notice how close it resembles the color of your sword, that everlasting bond you have with me- so I couldn't pass it up.
[Now, he wants to lavish on her all of his pronounced feelings for her, submissive and willing to do whatever she likes from the rest of the night out. The drug continues to dull his ambitions and hyperfocuses on the woman in front of him, as if she were the only thing that existed in the entire universe, and everything else was just a grayed out blur around him. Yoimiya is his entire world, and everything just falls off to the wayside.]
It makes me happy to know that you'll let me wed you. It's all I can think about. I promise I won't make you wait terribly long before I propose, but I do want to make sure I get it just right.
[Tartaglia starts to kiss her neck, pleading to let him service her, to make him bow to her will as if he were unable to do anything else without her permission. He needs her, wants her to break him, his mind nothing but a mess of thoughts of Yoimiya that swirl around in his head endlessly. He loves her, he can't do anything without her.
Those emotions float to the surface as he lets out tiny whines while he administers affection to her, aching for her to command him to pleasure her as she sees fit. It's all he wants or cares for, hands wandering across her body to find her sweet sensitive spots and press into them, deft fingers pinching her nipples and sweeping down towards her groin to brush over her inner thigh.]
So until then, my love...accept my pledge, and allow me to drown you with affection for the rest of the night.