[The praise she lavishes on him doesn't help his case, though she removes her mouth from his length, it still throbs and cries for her as if it's threatening to spill his load even without her. Her moans reverberate through his mind and her words make his ecstasy even more intense. He's a good, wonderful boy. That phrase drives his mind into a craze as coupled with a near climax, but finds her break from his dissatisfying. He needs, craves for her cries, her praise, and looks up at her so desperately that it almost seems as if he's been reduced to a whiny mess of a man rather than a might Harbinger of the Fatui.
He watches on as she positions herself anew on top of him, tugging him upward into her by the leash, heat surging through his body as the gesture. Her words command him to obey, his thoughts no longer his own as they've been replaced with her will, and Ajax's eyes lid heavily as he nods to do as he's told.]
My love, my ever-burning flame in the darkness, I swear and devote my life to you and you alone...
[Ajax's hand slips downward to open her folds once more, taking advantage of the flight given to him by the spell to slide himself deep inside of her womanhood. Every centimeter sends a burning sensation across his skin that's so, so good, gasping over and over again until he finds the back of her wall. It's divine how he feels, fitting perfectly inside of her, as his hips begin to rock in and out as tension builds once again in his core. Every part of him feels like it's getting stretched taut like a wire, his mind a swirling need of Yoimiya and her love. Tartaglia's gaze locks onto her own, pressing inward to lock their lips together, a sign of his undying love and passion for her and only her.
He pours every bit of his emotions into this kiss, bringing his hand up to hold her in place while he works his body against her own, acting as if he were dying of thirst in a dry, arid desert. Uninhibited moans are murmured endlessly into her mouth as he kisses her, happy that he can fulfill her wants and needs so well- and every thrust of his hips begs for her to feel full and gratified by him.]
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He watches on as she positions herself anew on top of him, tugging him upward into her by the leash, heat surging through his body as the gesture. Her words command him to obey, his thoughts no longer his own as they've been replaced with her will, and Ajax's eyes lid heavily as he nods to do as he's told.]
My love, my ever-burning flame in the darkness, I swear and devote my life to you and you alone...
[Ajax's hand slips downward to open her folds once more, taking advantage of the flight given to him by the spell to slide himself deep inside of her womanhood. Every centimeter sends a burning sensation across his skin that's so, so good, gasping over and over again until he finds the back of her wall. It's divine how he feels, fitting perfectly inside of her, as his hips begin to rock in and out as tension builds once again in his core. Every part of him feels like it's getting stretched taut like a wire, his mind a swirling need of Yoimiya and her love. Tartaglia's gaze locks onto her own, pressing inward to lock their lips together, a sign of his undying love and passion for her and only her.
He pours every bit of his emotions into this kiss, bringing his hand up to hold her in place while he works his body against her own, acting as if he were dying of thirst in a dry, arid desert. Uninhibited moans are murmured endlessly into her mouth as he kisses her, happy that he can fulfill her wants and needs so well- and every thrust of his hips begs for her to feel full and gratified by him.]