[The way she phrases it sounds like she's merely using her pussy as a honey trap for him to fall into, and now it's almost as if he's getting caught by it in addition to how her fingertips stroke and play with the tip of his length. Silently, he has to admit to himself that with each touch and each moment that passes, he is growing more and more desperate for her, wanting nothing more than to simply slide up inside of her and let himself get lost in the incredible bliss her body has always provided for him. There's hesitation in his movements, from his eyes wandering back down as he debates fingering her just to further pleasure her more to floating up to allow her more access to his dick. Yoimiya's eyes betray her own growing lust, but what else lies behind them is unknown to Tartaglia- it could be any number of things, especially with how spicy she's been tonight due to the events of earlier in the evening.]
I wasn't aware that you were truly giving me a choice here. Are you sure this isn't a trap?
[His fingers end up sliding up inside, letting them sink deeply into her slick to press and stroke where he knows she's the most sensitive, choosing disobedience for the moment. He wants to see her bliss, to give to her all the happiness and euphoria that comes with being on the receiving end of his attention, and to still force her to force him to bend to her will. Secretly he knows it won't take much more, but he won't let her know that.]
Or perhaps have I already fallen into it?
[Because if he's being honest, anything Yoimiya asks for he'll gladly do for her, inwardly laughing at the very idea that he ever would be able to resist her to begin with. As if to confirm that, his free hand comes up to slide across her breast to squeeze and grope it, his addiction to her body apparent as his eyes sweep hungrily over her. It's unfair how pretty she is, leaning down to press a small, slow kiss to her lips. His devotion to Yoimiya is only second to that of the Tsaritsa, and though he may be making it difficult for her to stroke him, he presses his body ever closer to her as they float in the air, his eyes lidding heavily as any other thoughts other than Yoimiya's complete comfort begin to filter out of his mind.]
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I wasn't aware that you were truly giving me a choice here. Are you sure this isn't a trap?
[His fingers end up sliding up inside, letting them sink deeply into her slick to press and stroke where he knows she's the most sensitive, choosing disobedience for the moment. He wants to see her bliss, to give to her all the happiness and euphoria that comes with being on the receiving end of his attention, and to still force her to force him to bend to her will. Secretly he knows it won't take much more, but he won't let her know that.]
Or perhaps have I already fallen into it?
[Because if he's being honest, anything Yoimiya asks for he'll gladly do for her, inwardly laughing at the very idea that he ever would be able to resist her to begin with. As if to confirm that, his free hand comes up to slide across her breast to squeeze and grope it, his addiction to her body apparent as his eyes sweep hungrily over her. It's unfair how pretty she is, leaning down to press a small, slow kiss to her lips. His devotion to Yoimiya is only second to that of the Tsaritsa, and though he may be making it difficult for her to stroke him, he presses his body ever closer to her as they float in the air, his eyes lidding heavily as any other thoughts other than Yoimiya's complete comfort begin to filter out of his mind.]