[Honestly, this was exactly what he was hoping for, and he expected her to put up a fight against him if he challenged her like that. And of course, his Yoimiya isn't going to disappoint, that fire in her heart being lit up like a bright light in the sky that would face him down no matter what. He can feel it through his elemental magic glowing right below her abdomen, how she's taking the tease of the water around her entrance in stride. She's even using it to her advantage to beckon him in, to become entranced with how wet he's made her, to lose this little game he's started.
Clever, he thinks, but he's not giving in here, no way.
Tartaglia licks his lips as she tosses her underwear to the side, giving his eyes a trail to follow to admire her ass, his hips betraying him by pressing into it once more. It would be easy to discard the competition between them and slide himself in, she's given him the means but that challenging look from her eyes keeps him in line. He can't just fold so easily.]
You're all mine no matter what, [he reminds her,] so you can taunt me like this all day, but it won't work.
[He keeps his body pressed closely to her, letting his legs tangle with hers, a way to anchor himself so he doesn't lose his will to keep this going. But archons, if it isn't tempting, almost irresistibly so. The fire that spreads through his veins just thinking about letting himself sink inside of her only serves to make him throb harder for her, and even the mere echo of her melodious, entrancing voice inviting him in replays through his mind as a seductive song that won't leave.
All he can do is redouble his efforts, his mind sinking into depravity as he murmurs his needs and wants against her ear, despite fighting hard to keep himself from executing on them.]
Besides, it would taste all the more sweeter just to hear you moan my name, while those cute little hips of yours work against me. Call for me like you can't live without me, tell me exactly what you want and need. How could I possibly know if you don't say so?
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Clever, he thinks, but he's not giving in here, no way.
Tartaglia licks his lips as she tosses her underwear to the side, giving his eyes a trail to follow to admire her ass, his hips betraying him by pressing into it once more. It would be easy to discard the competition between them and slide himself in, she's given him the means but that challenging look from her eyes keeps him in line. He can't just fold so easily.]
You're all mine no matter what, [he reminds her,] so you can taunt me like this all day, but it won't work.
[He keeps his body pressed closely to her, letting his legs tangle with hers, a way to anchor himself so he doesn't lose his will to keep this going. But archons, if it isn't tempting, almost irresistibly so. The fire that spreads through his veins just thinking about letting himself sink inside of her only serves to make him throb harder for her, and even the mere echo of her melodious, entrancing voice inviting him in replays through his mind as a seductive song that won't leave.
All he can do is redouble his efforts, his mind sinking into depravity as he murmurs his needs and wants against her ear, despite fighting hard to keep himself from executing on them.]
Besides, it would taste all the more sweeter just to hear you moan my name, while those cute little hips of yours work against me. Call for me like you can't live without me, tell me exactly what you want and need. How could I possibly know if you don't say so?