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He can tell by the look in her eyes that they must have left, and by how she starts to ride him even more aggressively, letting him sink into every corner of her deliciously wet, warm pussy. Watching her body move is so deliciously sexy, her boobs bouncing up and down in his face enticing and keeping him addicted. The swap in speed makes him see stars, and the mewl from her lips further drives his lust farther down a path that he knows will lead him to more dangerous, more kinky sessions with her.
But he finds it all welcoming, letting his own moan bubble up loudly now that he knows it's somewhat safe to.
Tartaglia tilts his head so she has more access to his neck, groaning with glee at how wonderful her attention to it is, sending more shockwaves through his system. He feels as if he's at his limit, teetering on the edge of finally reaching the sweet release he's been seeking, his mind an utter mess. Yoimiya has completely ground any rationality or sense out of him, reduced to nothing other than his own primal instincts. The man can barely get a response back out to her, nodding dumbly as more moans and cries of her name spill out of him, breath ragged as he does everything in his power not to cum right here and now.]
Please...be as greedy as you please. I'm yours and no one else's...I...I...
[It's as if he forgets how to work his own voice, her body keeping him mesmerized, along with the candy making his intense, carnal craving for her going.]
Yoimiya, I...I'm...I'm going to...
[His body is shuddering more and more, his hips bucking upward with even more speed. There's nothing behind his glassy eyes but pure lust, staring upwards as everything seems to unravel in his mind. The groan he elicits when he finally releases himself is anything but soft, a keen that rings out across the park and gets a few heads to turn in their direction. Luckily they're still covered by the bushes, and it seems like Tartaglia hardly cares in the moment.]
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It's greedy and selfish of her but hearing those wonderful words flutter her heart with joy. She wants to be the one to see this lewd, submissive side of Tartaglia, for it to be a pleasure for her eyes only. Latching onto her boyfriend's exposed neck, she parts her lips to suck a bit harder, her teeth lightly grazing his sensitive skin, the signs of a hickey beginning to bloom.
Feeling pleased with her handiwork, Yoimiya pulls away from his neck to fully focus her attention on his cock, rocking her hips up and down, encouraging him to chase the climax he so desperately seeks. He's twitching and throbbing so much, she can feel he's getting close. He's been nothing but good to her this whole evening, she wants to return all of his affections in full and then some, to fulfill every filthy little desire of his. The strokes of her hips become more desperate, yearning to milk him dry. Thoughts of Tartaglia have completely clouded her mind, despite her clingy side rearing its ugly head, Yoimiya desires to be filled with his seed, to have her body be claimed by the Harbinger in turn.
With one final plunge of her hips, she takes him all the way in, his throbbing cock buried deep inside her pussy as the flow of his release spurts into her. Yoimiya moans in bliss, delighting in the strings of his cum coating her insides white and filling her to the brim. Her whole body feels warm, heat filling her core as his climax pools inside of her. It's impressive how he was able to cum so violently within her twice. There's so much but she loves every drop of it. Her whole body shudders, the way his cock pulsates as he fills her up pushes her over the edge. A sharp mewl pours out from her lip, squeezing down and coming around his length. Their sensual noises most certainly caught a few people's attention, scratching their heads in confusion but thankfully, the foliage manages to hide their sinful actions.
Breathless gasps pour out of her mouth as her chest heaves up and down. In the immediate aftermath of their lovemaking, a wave of exhaustion hits her sensitive body, causing the blonde to crumple into a heap on top of him, her head falling onto his chest. Golden pleasure-glazed irises flutter in tandem with her heavy breathing, even amid euphoric clarity, there's a bright, shimmer of love in her eyes. ]
Tartaglia, I love you...
[ Those tender words of affection slip out as she captures his lips for a soft kiss brimming with all of her love and adoration for him. It's much less animalistic than the sloppy lip locks they shared as they furiously fucked. The kiss is much more delicate, a simple gesture of affection from a girl in love. A small sign that the aphrodisiac candy is slowly starting to wear off. ]
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The way she takes him fully into her, clenching down on him as she reaches her own high, makes the sensation of cumming into her all the more satisfying. Her walls hug him so tightly that it feels as if she's trying to squeeze every last drop out of him, filling her completely with his love, hooked on the incredible sound of her mewls and moans as Yoimiya's body burns as intensely as his own. Tartaglia finds there's nothing better than to know that Yoimiya is wracked and drowning in pleasure, happily joining her as his breaths come out ragged and his body becomes limp after the initial sensation of bliss begins to wear off. His arms wrap around her as she collapses into him, laughing quietly as she does so. She's worked very hard to please him, and he lets a hand run through her golden locks with affection.
He returns the kiss in full, his eyes half-lidded to adore her before they finally close completely, taking her farther into the kiss as he reciprocates with as much love and care as she's showing to him. Tartaglia's lips caress her own, his kiss gentle and sweet in the small amount of mental clarity he's been afforded for the moment. He can feel her emotions with every pass of their lips and tongue, getting lost in them as he just appreciates her and everything she is. Loving, caring and considerate- all things he has come to admire about her, in addition to everything else that makes her shine.]
I love you too, Yoimiya.
[His eyes brighten in the moonlight when he looks down at her when they finally break, feeling full and warm with affection as they both sit there. It's not until he feels his own cock that's still inside her throb again that his eyes widen, feeling the rush of lust and need that had swallowed him whole for the duration of their sex come back to him. She might be coming off of the candy, but he just ate that piece- and it's not done with him yet.
He can feel himself at a half-chub inside of her still, squirming once with discomfort as his body asks him to continue and feed it all the pleasure it has just experienced. Tartaglia's eyes reflect a hunger in them, but at least at the same time he's managing to keep a hold of his sanity for the moment, laughing nervously now that he knows he's not out of the woods yet.]
Yoimiya...
[How does he put this.]
Listen, that candy really did a number on me...all I can think about is how beautiful you are, how sexy your body is, and how much I'd like to pleasure it some more...
[He can feel his mind going back down that rabbit hole, much the same as when Yoimiya faced him with her pussy so he could see what he'd done to her.]
...how enticing your lips are, your gorgeous eyes captivating me...your irresistible breasts...
[He could start drooling at any moment the way he's describing her, expression becoming more and more dumb-looking with that same hazy, unfocused look in his eyes.]
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Her eyes grow wide as she swears that he's throbbing inside of her once again. It's tempting to keep him in this position and ride him once again but the rational part of her brain that's finally coming back doesn't want to overstimulate him. With a moan, she lifts up her hips, glancing down as he slides out of her. Ah, her suspicions have been confirmed... he's already half erect. Yoimiya swallows hard at the delicious sight. Judging from the lust-induced haze clouding his mind, all it would take is a simple stroke of her hand to enable his cock into becoming rock hard once more. That is some powerful aphrodisiac candy. Even if she's starting to slowly come back to her senses, the effects of the candy still linger on within her. She did eat three of them, after all.
Oh, dear. Just when she thought she was finally controlling her urges, Tartaglia successfully ignites a spark of lust within her. She's beginning to crave his body once more.
A lascivious haze clouds his features, she licks her lips at the sight of his desperate expression. Something inside of her snaps and she once again, finds herself drowning in a vortex of desire. Archons... is this how he felt when she brazenly showed off her conquered pussy? She's trying her best to curb her lust but her heart is pounding just from staring at him. ]
Mm... I feel the same way, Tartaglia. Every inch of your body is irresistible. But... do you want to go back to my place to clean up? I'll let you have your way with me in my bed. You can fuck me all night long if that's what your heart desires.
[ The tiniest bit of sense comes back to her. As much as she'd like to continue fucking this same spot, they're both terribly sweaty and messy after two whole rounds of sex. On top of that, they also moaned quite loudly so it might be for the best to get out of here before he gets caught with his pants down and her skirt hiked up. ]
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Thankfully, she's got a few more brain cells working than he does, her words a entrancing melody to his ears. Fucking her all night long is exactly what he'd like to do, and he's even got more candy to do it with if she wants. He can tell whatever he's said has gotten her to give into her own desires again, pleased to watch her lick her lips and gaze upon him as if he was her toy to use as she pleases, and he's more than willing to let her.]
Do you think I'll make it back in time?
[It's an honest question- he's sitting there with her sex all over his groin, with no desire to get up and do anything about that. But if he goes back to her place, he doesn't have to worry about getting caught or being able to clean up, it'll all be conveniently there for them to have sex as they please.]
I feel...really hot. I'll try my hardest, but we'll have to hurry. Think you can get me back to your place in time before I lose my mind?
[He has a terrible, terrible idea. Tartaglia is well aware that Yoimiya likes a challenge, and he's also aware she's still under the influence of the candy he'd brought. It's starting to wear off, he can tell- but what if he now gives her the challenge of getting him back to her apartment?
Childe reaches into his pocket, grabs the box of candy and opens it to pop in two more pieces into his mouth, chewing and swallowing them quickly. The box is swiftly returned to his pocket, smiling deviously back at her.]
That's about to hit me in about...ten, fifteen seconds? Hahaha...
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In a brief moment of clarity, she manages to hold herself back. But it's not for any noble reason, if they get caught, they'll have to stop engaging in sex and that is absolutely not an option.
Just as she's mentally preparing herself for a game plan on how to get them out of here, THIS HORNY MOFO, willingly, of his own volition... pops two more candy into his mouth. Her jaw drops as she watches him chew and swallow the aphrodisiac candy. Her boyfriend truly is chaos incarnate. Some people just want to watch the world burn, but in this case, it's her pussy that he's burning the world for wasoghag. ]
Alright. I think fifteen seconds is all I need to get you back to my apartment. If I don't, then it's my loss and you can do whatever you want with me. Do you think you can control yourself in the meantime?
[ Even in her bewilderment, Tartaglia knows his girlfriend well. Yoimiya loves a challenge, taking him back to her place as the time slowly ticks away adds a rush of excitement unlike any other. Although she is determined to win, there is a twisted part of her that wants to lose, to see what exactly happens if they don't make it in time.
They don't have any time to waste and with a newfound resolve, Yoimiya swiftly gets up, pushing her breasts back into her dress top and flattening her skirt as fast as possible. Once her appearance is taken care of, she pulls Tartaglia up by his hand tucking him back into his pants before leading her beau to the nearest teleporter. It's a good thing they are out so late, they're both messy and covered in sweat and sex slick but thankfully, it's dark so their terrible appearances shouldn't be noticeable.
The seconds are ticking away in her head, rushing him to the teleporter back to the apartments took longer than she thought. Eight seconds have passed. Yoimiya's heart is racing as they run up the stairs, turning a corner to see her apartment just a few more steps down the line. There are only three more seconds left but her bright, golden eyes shimmer with anticipation as the door to her home becomes apparent. She gives her lust-crazed boyfriend a confident smile while pulling the keys out of her purse, sliding it into the keyhole. Victory is in her grasp!
... Or so she thought. As Yoimiya is fumbling to unlock the door to her apartment, she accidentally drops her keys thanks to the excitement and adrenaline rush getting the better of her. Uh... oh. She swallows hard, shifting her gaze at him before glancing down at the fallen keys. As if she's accepting her fate, a resigned sigh slips out her lips as she bends over, giving him the perfect view of her ass. Her thong is still wrapped around her thigh, her skirt is hitched up just enough for Tartaglia to see his cum leaking out of her silky, wet pussy that's aching to be filled to the brim once more. ]
i wrote this thinking, how can i make it worse
No promises.
[As if he'd do anything to make this easier on her. He's surprised at how swift she is in putting herself and himself back together, not bothering to worry about the mess they're both in, getting him back into his pants as he stands up and gets ushered off towards the teleporter. He's unsure how long it'll actually take for the candy to get fully absorbed into his system and his primal urges take over completely, but the little bit he's still feeling now from the first candy is something he'll let get in Yoimiya's way as they set off.
Very much like how Yoimiya was hanging on him and being horny, he's doing the same now, nuzzling his face into her hair as he clings to her and whispering into her ear as they pass by people in a hurry.]
Yoimiya~ [he says in a sing-song voice, clearly pleased with the situation he's created.] Did I forget to mention how hot you look tonight in that dress? I can't wait to get rid of it soon, haha. We can stop here instead, if you like...
[And that banter won't stop until they finally reach her front door. He hasn't felt the candy he's eaten hit him yet, but he's waiting anxiously for it the entire time as they run to her apartment. She just might make it, he thinks. He hadn't anticipated that she'd be able to reach here before he really did lose all his sensibilities, though he'd argue he'd already lost some of it due to the first candy she'd gotten him to eat. He hangs on her as she puts the keys in her door, smiling back at her lazily.
That smile doesn't go away as the keys clang to the ground, returning her gaze with a sly smile of his own. He hasn't been keeping count of the time, but he's pretty sure that it's probably up at this point, and now it's just a matter of when it slams into him with full force. It's just as she bends over to give him an eyeful of her perfectly shaped, round ass that he feels his whole body light on fire and his mind go sideways. For as high as her skirt is already hiked up, he flips the rest of it right up off of her and up her back as she bends over as he gives her asscheek a nice slap.]
Ah...too late.
[It's as if his eyes transfix on Yoimiya, red-hot lust pumping through his veins as his other hand frees himself from his pants once more, relief flooding through him as his throbbing cock comes out and presses against her ass. He loves how she's accepted her loss like this, licking his lips at the sight of her dripping pussy before disregarding any kind of laws or respect for the public as he slides himself back inside of her as she's bent over. He doesn't care if she's managed to get her keys, doesn't care if others can see them, all he cares about is pleasuring the both of them until their eyes cross. There's no hesitation from the Harbinger as he starts to pump in and out, groaning loudly as he grips tightly into her hips with his hands.]
You're so hot, Yoimiya. Look at you, being a terribly dirty slut just for me, where everyone can see you, bent over in front of your own front door. I couldn't of asked for a more perfect girlfriend...accepting your loss so gracefully, being such a good girl for me...
[He seems completely mesmerized with what he's doing, enjoying how her walls encompass him entirely, how pleasure spikes through him endlessly as he pumps deeper and deeper inside of her. He's never felt so turned on in his life, and Yoimiya already made him crave for her just by looking at him the right way with those gorgeous, honey eyes of hers that he dreams about whenever she's away; just thinking of her this way while he pounds away at her pussy has him so excited that he just spills himself into her, his cock shuddering as he already orgasms inside of her with a sharp groan.
The problem is, he's still hard as a rock...and he's not done yet.]
Oh, I think we've been seen, [he says with a smirk as he notices the wide eyes of a horrified couple of people who got a good look at what they were doing when they heard Tartaglia groan...]
I'VE BEEN HOWLING AT THIS EVER SINCE I READ IT, a terrible twosome
Until now.
As she's bending down to pick up her keys, Yoimiya hears those two words that seal her fate. Ah...too late. Her dress skirt gets hitched up even more, letting out a gasp at the pleasant sensation of the evening breeze fluttering across her backside. A squeal of delight squeaks out of her when the palm of Tartaglia's hand slaps her ass. Not that there was much to begin with but there is no ounce of shame left in her as she moans at the stinging impact across her skin. Yoimiya never would have guessed that she would get so aroused from being spanked. Prior to being with her boyfriend, filthy thoughts never really crossed her mind but Tartaglia truly has been her sexual awakening, fully embracing the side of her that is a naughty girl.
Her hands grip onto the door frame, an adorable mewl spilling out of her lips as Tartaglia slides in, filling her to the brim. In truth, Yoimiya fully expected him to start fucking her right in front of her front door. The moment she dropped her keys, she knew her destiny had been written. The Harbinger has successfully captured his prey. Not that she minds at all, if anything she loves everything about this. She's so wet and tight as he pulls out and pushes back in, being pinned down and helpless as he drives into her over and over again. All she wants is to be stuffed full of Tartaglia's cock. Sex is so addictive with him, the aphrodisiac increasing that addiction tenfold, Yoimiya loves feeling like all she can do is take it as he bucks his hips wildly into her. ]
Oh, yes...! J-Just like that, ahh—! Yes, Tartaglia...! Yes! I'm your dirty slut used solely for your pleasure. You're the only one allowed to fuck me. You're so good, Tartaglia...!
[ Being called his dirty slut awakens something within, causing the sultry blonde to lose any sense she might have had, Yoimiya wants nothing more than to be his toy. The unhinged Harbinger might be used to taking orders, viewed as a weapon but being under his control makes her the one that wants to be used.
Yoimiya is a mewling, wailing mess as he's railing her. She can feel his whole body shuddering with that final deep thrust as he spills even more of his load into her. Satisfaction melts her core, having him come so deep inside of her always feels so divine. Every climax with him seems to get better and better, Tartaglia is the perfect lover. She cries out, her own body squirming and shuddering as her dripping wet pussy squeezes down and comes around him. As the night goes on, she's going to lose count of how many times they reach their orgasm.
As she's settling down from the high of their climax, the observation of her boyfriend pulls her attention. Record scratch. Freeze frame. Yup, that's Yoimiya. You're probably wondering how she got into this situation but she doesn't seem to mind, not caring in the slightest that they finally got caught. It's terrible, but this situation seems to arouse her even more. With him still inside of her she tightens up, breathing out whimpers. ]
Ah... I don't mind if they watch. I want the whole world to know I belong to you alone.
[ In the middle of that session, she somehow manages to acquire her keys, unlocking the door to her apartment so they can engage in all of their awful, filthy desires in peace. Yoimiya kicks her heels off, slipping out of her dress to toss it somewhere in her living room as she leads Tartaglia to her bedroom, desperate for even more rounds of sex. There's a small sense of rationale floating around in the pits of her mind as she gently wipes him off with a towel before sitting him on her bed. Once that's done, she drops to her knees, positioning herself between his legs, playing into the role of his submissive possession. With one hand placed on his thigh, the other wrapping her fingers around the base of his throbbing cock.
Incredible... he's still rock hard even after everything they've done. Yoimyia's honey eyes gloss over with desire, pressing her lips against the head of his aching cock as she takes him into her mouth, bobbing her head up and down. His musky scent sends her into a lust-induced haze, small sounds pouring out of her throat as she savors his taste. ]
Mm... what would you like to do with your dirty little slut? [ she says in-between dragging her tongue across his length, ] I'm all yours for the taking.
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He looks over to the people who seem to begin to scurry away, horror their faces, giving them a wink as he slides his hand over Yoi's ass, enjoying the soft, supple skin. Enjoying his delicious girlfriend, one that he's found is just as willing to cause some chaos as he is. He'll pull out of her to let her unlock her door, following her inside as hunger for her body eliminates any logic he had been holding onto before the candy had finally hit him and replaced that logic with pure, unadulterated lust.
His shoes disappear from his feet as well as his trousers and underwear finding their place somewhere on her living room floor as he follows her to her bedroom, making it easy for her to clean him off, his hands unable to keep off of her as they run through her hair and down her body. He sits when instructed, eyes dilating as she drops between his knees, his cock still throbbing despite the fact that he'd just come inside of her moments before. Her fingers around his length burn his skin, her submissiveness to him causing a white hot fire to ignite in his gut and send electricity through his nerves, breath hitching as she brings him into her mouth to sink inside of it. Tartaglia moans with delight as she does so, hands gripping into her hair, running them through it and pulling lightly before repeating the motion, his body shuddering under her tongue and it's ability to cloud his thoughts with nothing but her.]
Mmmmmmm... [he groans while he tries to think, though her tongue makes it difficult for him to keep any ideas straight. Yoimiya has gotten far too good at melting his mind with her mouth alone, feeling himself fall under her spell so easily as pleasure surges through him at every lick and suck of his cock.]
Show me how dirty of a slut you really are. Who would have thought a nice little country girl like you had it in her...
[Another lust crazed sigh comes out of him when her mouth sucks him in just the right way, her tongue hitting that spot right underneath his head that drives him crazy as he shakes with delight. He really couldn't of asked for a better girl than her, attractive to him in every way imaginable. Tartaglia will never be able to get enough of her body, because having sex with her is incredible from start to finish, every time they find themselves wanting and needing each other. He's addicted to her as much as she's addicted to him, making for some interesting nights, especially one like this one.]
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It will be my pleasure. This filthy slut loves your enormous cock more than anything. It's so big and thick, I love how you fill my mouth to the brim. No other cock will ever satisfy me...
[ Being seen as his personal cock slut is the utmost honor in her eyes. Acting as if the Harbinger is her god, the nice little country girl is happy to be on her knees, worshipping his perfect dick. The pass of her tongue is slow, taking the time to savor every inch of him, she loves how he throbs against her wet lips, his balls, and the girth of his shaft, Tartaglia's cock is a perfect work of art that should be revered. Servicing the love of her life, fulfilling all of his desires is truly the best feeling in the world, she yearns for Tartaglia's complete and total satisfaction. If her god isn't satisfied, then she isn't.
Yoimiya's honey eyes glisten with pure excitement as she listens to her lover's heavenly moans and sighs. A small smile curves on the corner of her lips as she works her tongue, affectionately licking his thick shaft in full, from the bottom all the way to the very tip. Delightful noises bubble out from her throat, her tongue circling around his head before sinking his cock into her mouth, taking as much of him as she can. She's so happy to see Tartaglia drowning in pleasure, wanting him to know that she loves sucking him off just as much as he enjoys being on the receiving end.
Her red, wet lips are anchored to his shaft, suppressed moans spilling out as she sucks him in full. Her body shudders in bliss while she takes him into her throat, his scent clouding her mind with pleasure. All Yoimiya can think about is how good he tastes, how much she loves his cum. His fingers threading through her hair encourage her to pick up the pace, working him in her mouth without any signs of slowing down. Tartaglia has unleashed a whirlwind of desires within her, she's starting to realize she likes it rough, taking great delight in the sensation of his hands pulling at her strawberry blonde hair. While her hand is covering the parts her mouth can't reach, the other grazes his thigh, dragging her fingertips across his skin until she stops in-between his legs. Her slender fingers gently caress his balls, cupping them before softly massaging him with her palm. Her heart is brimming with excitement, determined to make sure every inch of his cock gets her full undivided attention. ]
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I wouldn't want my darling, beautiful Yoimiya thinking of having anyone else please her how I do. Not that it matters, you've said it yourself...
[He lets out a terrible, heady moan as she works, the languid strokes of her tongue against his shaft sending more shudders through him. His eyes half-lid as he looks down at her sucking him dry, amazed at how she fits all of him in that cute mouth of hers, mesmerized by the ministrations of her tongue and lips on his length that throbs endlessly just for her. She's so good at pleasing him, knowing exactly what he wants and likes, breathless as he watches the golden head of hair bob up and down as waves of pleasure wrack his system.]
You're doing such a good job. Just like that, yes...ah, yes...
[Tartaglia feels her mouth and tongue beginning the end of his mind, desire completely clouding his thoughts as his body starts to quiver and shake under her touch. Every pass is pure bliss, his eyes locked on her as he admires how sexy it is to watch her take him in fully into her mouth and out again. He'd do anything for Yoimiya, she's completely captured him with the entirety of her being and now that perfectly curved body with breasts that could hold him in a trance is pleasuring him endlessly. She's so hot, and he's never wanted anyone so badly in his life, never cared for someone so much outside of his family.
He begins to chant her name over and over again as she speeds up, excited by how her wandering hand caresses his balls, tracing lines of heat from his thigh to his groin. Tartaglia shakes beneath her, pressure building in his core, grasping at her more desperately as he fights to keep his hips from bucking forward. They rock ever so slightly despite his attempts, wanting himself to sink deeper into her mouth, his breath becoming more ragged as he succumbs to the pleasure that Yoimiya is giving him.]
Oh, I'm going to come for you, my little slut, make sure you drink it all up. Ahhh, Yoimiya, that feels so good, please, no one could ever make me feel this amazing...yes, Yoimiya, ...I...oh...!
[His load spills into her mouth, eyes rolling into the back of his head with one final cry of her name on his lips, bliss rolling in waves over him as he drowns under Yoimiya's lips and tongue. His back goes numb, his legs quiver and his cock shudders as his climax hits him like a truck. Truly, no one other than her could hold this kind of power over him, driving him in the direction she wants, getting him to cry out for her so desperately as if she was the only thing he'd ever need. His breath slowly returns to normal as his eyes refocus, looking down at his gorgeous girlfriend who's just given him an amazing blowjob.]
Archons Yoimiya, I'll never know how you can make me lose my mind like that.
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His delicious moans are empowering, motivating her to pick up the pace and take him as far back into her throat as she possibly can. Gradually picking up speed, she takes him to the hilt, over and over again, encouraging him to flood her mouth with his thick load. Muffled lewd noises slip out of her lips, his cock throbbing as his load pours inside of her mouth. She keeps her head in place, following his orders to be a good cumslut and drink him in full, swallowing every drop of his warm semen. The euphoric expression on his features is breathtaking, she's so proud and happy to see him so satisfied. Her beau has a firm grip on her heart, she loves him, his voice, his body, his cum, Tartaglia is perfect in her eyes. Her body shudders in pure, immense bliss as the last of his seed trickles down her throat. He tastes so good, she can never have enough of him.
Releasing her mouth from him with a slight pop, Yoimiya's gaze is firmly locked onto her lover while licking her lips, looking as if she had a tasty treat. There's not a single bit of his essence left, having milked him dry but she can't stop herself from being a greedy cock slut. She leans forward, administering a few more licks, flicking her tongue at the tip to ensure she slurps every last drop. After pressing a sweet kiss to the head of his cock, she stands up to straddle him in his lap. ]
You do the same to me, you have completely taken over my thoughts. The entire time I was down there sucking you off, I couldn't stop thinking about how much I love your cock and how good your cum tastes. Thanks to you, I feel like the happiest gal in the world.
[ Yoimiya nuzzles her head into his collarbone, leaving a trail of affectionate kisses around the nape of his neck before parting her lips to suck and gently gnaw on his skin. ]
Mmmm... how are you feeling, Tartaglia? [ she mutters in-between sucking on his neck, leaving yet another hickey to bloom, ] Would the big, bad Harbinger like even more out of his personal slut?
[ An idea crosses her mind, a very terrible idea but before executing her plan into motion, she wants to make sure Tartaglia is fine and dandy for another around. Is he still rock hard from the candy? ]
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That same drunken look of love follows her when she straddles him, his eyes wandering over body as he appreciates how close she is, the feel of her skin against his own. He quickly sheds the jacket and vest off of his body, leaving only the red buttoned shirt with tie left to remove. But he makes sure she has complete access to his neck, the tie finding a place on her bedroom floor as he cranes his neck upwards as Yoimiya's lips suck and caress the sensitive skin, feeling himself sinking underneath her ministrations further and further, captured by her beauty and content to stay hypnotized by her filthy words and succulent body.]
I feel incredible.
[Hot little huffs of breath come out of him when she nips his skin, his body craving more of her with every pass, loving the feel of how she stakes her claim on him and forces another hickey to begin to bloom on his skin. He's more than happy to know that everyone will see that he's taken by her, letting little bubbles of content whines and sighs out, letting her know how much he loves her and how she makes him feel amazing beyond words- even through the exhaustion of having just cummed, waves of bliss still roll over him, and her words drive his lust further forwards.]
I certainly wouldn't mind, [he responds, his hands sliding now across her stomach and around to the soft skin of her back. Tartaglia drinks Yoimiya's figure in, making sure to eye up her breasts as his hands snake up her back before he gets captured once again by her brilliant, golden eyes that never fail to lock him into place and keep him completely entranced.]
I'm still ready and raring to go, after all.
[He is still rock hard, completely taken by the aphrodisiac pumping through his system, removing his inhibitions and apparently the blood flow to his penis.]
Why, have something in mind? You know I'd love anything your shameless, slutty mind can think of.
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Even with all of the sweaty sex they've had, the aroma of his cologne remains strong, Yoimiya is completely intoxicated by his voice and scent. As the blonde nips at his skin, her fingers pluck at the buttons of his red shirt. She moans into his collarbone, switching over to the other side of his neck to leave even more love bites. It's greedy and a bit selfish but she desires to show the world that yes, this man is happily taken! Once the last button of his shirt is undone, her hands come up to his pecs, slithering her palms all across his chiseled chest, delighting in his well-built physique. Tartaglia is the most handsome man she's ever seen, She truly feels like the luckiest gal on the planet. Every last inch of him is so attractive.
Lowering her waist onto his groin, she rocks her hips on top of him to get a good feel of his rock-hard cock. Lewd moans spill out of her lips at the sensation of his throbbing erection sliding against her ass. Sheesh, the side effects of this candy are insane. There's still more in the box but she makes a mental note to tell Tartaglia to buy more of this powerful aphrodisiac. They definitely have to use this again in the future. ]
Hehe, I do. If you don't mind, lay down and relax. I promise to take good care of you...
[ Placing her palm on his chest, she gently coaxes her beloved into laying down on her bed. Sucking him off made her tight little pussy dripping wet, slick dripping down her thighs as she yearns to be full of him once more. As much as she'd like to ride him right then and there, Yoimiya has to force herself off of him. With a playful wink, she gets up to open the drawer of her nightstand, excitement bubbling in her core. After closing the door shut, she comes back to bed, positioning himself on his lap once more. In her hands are handcuffs and rope. She places his strong arms above his head to bind his wrists together with the silver handcuffs. Next, the rope loops around the chain link, tying him to the post of her headboard. The little devil smirks, looking pleased that she captured her prey as her fingertips slowly glide down his chest and abs. ]
I hope you don't mind me taking charge for a bit while keeping you as my captive. I'm going to make sure everyone knows to keep their hands off of you.
[ YOU HEAR THAT SIREN??? Oh, wait she can't CAUSE SHE'S DEAD! ]
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But his dirty mind also wonders what's on her own, obeying her and letting the weight of her palm guide him downward onto the bed, lying exactly where she puts him, excited to see what she has in store. He can't help but stare back up at her, giving her breast a little squeeze before she goes as she hops off of him, eyes locked on that perfectly curved body of hers as she returns with their new activity for the night, the warmth of her groin against him welcome as she slides back onto him.]
Oh ho-ho, keeping me as a prisoner, are we now?
[He's more than amused, letting her lock his wrists together with the handcuffs, and subsequently getting tied to the headboard. Of course, it would be easy to break them at any time for him- but he can't say how sexy it is of her to take charge of him like this, noting the possessive look in her eyes as she makes sure that he belongs to her and absolutely no one else. It makes him want her even more, feeling himself get turned on by the very thought of Yoimiya having total control over him. It's the one thing he's always had, complete autonomy to do whatever he pleases, and here she is taking it away and he's loving every second of it.]
It's no simple feat to restrain me. How do you plan on keeping me here?
[It's a clear challenge, as he tugs lightly at his restraints, his cock throbbing harder for her as he stares up at his stunning girlfriend with lust-filled eyes. He's ready to do what she commands of him, but of course he can't make it easy, though he's hoping that she's going to make it even harder for him to disobey her.]
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She stares down at him, licking her lips while a devilish smirk curves on her features. His ocean eyes glossed over with pure, unadulterated lust a marvelous splendor to gaze upon. Yoimiya feels so proud and happy to bring him to this point, to be the one that delivers the pleasure he desires. She leans down, nipping on his earlobe as she whispers these words of authority into his ear: ]
Well, my plan is quite simple. I'll make you feel so good that you won't want to leave.
[ While the fireworks expert might not have a Harbinger's strength, she does have willpower and once she sets her mind to a goal, she intends to see it to the very end.
Hungry for his taste, she crashes her lips into his for a sloppy open mouth kiss. After breaking off, she leaves a trail of kisses from his throat all the way down to his chest. Her Hands roam all across his body, fingers tracing every single curve of his perfect chest. Every so often, the tips of her fingers lightly graze his nipples. As her eyes shift lower, she takes in the sight of his well-built body, admiring how lean he is, his perfectly toned chest, and those supple abdominal muscles. He really is the definition of sexy. Sometimes, she can't help but wonder how a simple country girl was able to land such an amazing boyfriend. She brings her lips close to his pecs, latching her mouth around his nipple, flicking her tongue before circling around the sensitive bud. She doesn't forget to give his other nipple the attention it deserves, squeezing it with her fingertips, gently pinching and pressing down on it.
What he'll most definitely notice is that she's purposely not touching his throbbing cock at all. ]
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Every kiss down his neck leaves an invisible mark that he can feel tingling on his skin, passion laced into every single press that takes his breath away as he watches her move down his body. He can see how she drinks him in, appreciates his chest and abs, proud to know that she likes what she sees and wants to give her even more. When it'll be his turn to worship her body, he isn't sure, but for how good she's treating him, he'll make sure to return the favor tenfold and then some. He hums delightfully as she pays attention to his nipples, enjoying how sexy she can make something so small as making his nipples harden, making more anticipation build in his gut, his desire being wound tighter and tighter like a wire.
Tartaglia can feel himself throb harder as she continues, his eyes locked on how her mouth latches onto him, his mind slowly starting to lose itself to madness at how her perfect, soft breasts press up against his stomach. His body starts to ache for her to continue downward, to give his length the attention its craving from her mouth, fingers or dripping wet pussy. Needy moans start to involuntarily seep out of him, the wire in his gut being pulled tighter and tighter every moment that passes by.
She's not going down to pleasure his cock, and that definitely hasn't gone unnoticed.]
Like what you see, huh? You know, I know a way that would make me feel even better, if you want to keep me here. I'll let you in on that secret if you'll do me one simple favor...
[Bargaining with his captor, that'll surely net him what he wants here, he thinks. Surely this will go over well.]
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The entire time she plays with his chest, the urge to touch his enormous cock has slowly been consuming her mind. Her pussy has been aching, crying to be stretched out and stuffed full once more. She's beyond addicted to that amazing cock, it's slowly eating away at her sanity. It's a double-edged sword but she knows it will be worth it to make him beg and squirm for her ministrations.
As she's drinking in his moans, Tartaglia's offer grabs her attention. Amusing that even under these circumstances, he's still willing to fight back and even bargain with her. It's daring but she loves that fighter's spirit burning within him. Tartaglia's charisma has enraptured her from the moment they first met. She slowly pulls herself away from him, licking her lips as she purposefully pillows her round breasts against his chest. One hand continues to squeeze and play with his sensitive bud, while the other moves down to his stomach, tracing the scars he's earned. Whether they be from his years in the Fatui or somewhere else, she's not sure. But in her eyes, even those battle scars are beautiful. ]
Hmm... bold of you to be negotiating with your captor. [ using her thumb and forefinger, she lightly tugs on his erect nipple. ] I don't know if I should be trusting a Harbinger but name your price and maybe I'll consider it.
[ Lay on her, Harbinger! ]
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Her touch makes it hard for him to concentrate, eyes hazy as he tries to keep his thoughts together, the fingers on his stomach especially distracting. He tries to move his hand, tugging at the restraints, needing so badly to reach down to guide her to wrap her hand around his cock. The torture it is not to be able to earns a squirm out of him, his eyes asking her to give him the sought-after pleasure that his body still craves.]
It's nothing all that costly, [he gets out among the small whimpers and shifting he does as the tension builds more and more.]
My favor is simply not to neglect me and keep your word that you'd take good care of me. I'm starting to get the idea that perhaps you're purposely keeping a certain something from me...
[His chest rises and falls heavily with need, his breaths deeper as he imagines her acquiescing to his "favor" here and sliding down him to pleasure him endlessly. He's not sure if she'll buy it, and there's a part of him that hopes she doesn't and makes it even more difficult. The fact that she's managed to top him and put him in such a vulnerable position is sexy beyond measure, for her to have this much control over him is something he'd never imagined he'd be into, and yet here he is, his length throbbing for her and his lust an ever-building crescendo that hasn't stopped since she cornered him in that alleyway.]
You'll keep your promise, won't you Yoimiya? I expect you to...
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Yoimiya sits up, placing her palms on his stomach as she stares down at him with a dark smirk. Now, there are two ways she could go about this. Plan A: the evil method or Plan B: the slightly less evil method. Hmm... she'll go with Plan A for now! And maybe, maybe depending on how good he is, she'll incorporate Plan B.
Instead of turning around to go down on his cock, she instead moves closer to his face, straddling his head. She brings her hand to his curly ginger locks, gently grabbing him to force his face into her soaking wet pussy. As if Yoimiya were putting on a show for him, her free hand sensually slides up her body, coming up to squeeze her own breast, thumb and forefinger tugging at her erect nipple. ]
You really enjoyed the blowjob I gave you, correct? Since I was such a good little slut sucking you off, it's only fair for you to return the favor.
[ For her, it's also agonizing to avoid touching that cock she loves so much but it will be all the more satisfying for both of them once she delivers on her promise. Ah, thinking about his massive dick penetrating her once again causes her body to shudder, cute moans spilling out of her lips as she plays with her tits, giving him a little taste of what she does to her own body whenever he's away. ]
Once you do this little favor for me, I'll be sure to keep my promise to take good care of you. My mouth, hands, pussy, breasts... whatever your cock desires I'll be happy to give it to you.
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Archons, she's so sexy for playing with herself in front of him like that, making muffled noises of desire bubble up out of him as he watches her. Yoimiya's breasts are perfect and it depresses and shifts under her hand, his mind imagining how she sits and plays with herself while moaning his name as she pleasures her own body alone on her bed, his cock throbbing harder while his imagination runs wild. His hands pull again at the handcuffs and rope, involuntarily twitching and shuddering under her in his craving to reach up and massage her tits for her, needing the feel of her supple skin beneath his fingertips more than he needs air to breathe. Tartaglia's lust is in full swing, being kept from chasing his own release making the fire in his groin even more unbearable.
But no matter how much he's unable to seek his own pleasure, Yoimiya's is the most important thing right now, dutifully sucking on her clit, seeking more moans and cries from her as he pleasures her. The melody of her voice commanding him to do as she says is mind-melting, happily flicking her with the tip of his tongue before he buries himself into her pussy once more, delighted to service her as she wants. Yoimiya's pussy is gorgeous, perfectly shaped just for him, addictive and currently the only thing he cares about, doing his best give her the most ecstasy-inducing experience he possibly can. For what she did for him, she deserves at least that and so much more, moaning louder and louder as desire for her fills his mind.
Anything he wants.
It's a dangerous phrase to use with him, but now that he's fully under her spell, his mind is starting to shift from fighting on to completely drowning under her whims. So it's now that he puts even more effort into getting her to cum for him, lavishing his tongue against her with more muffled cries for her as he sinks in further, the hand in his hair helping to keep him there as he pleasures her without being able to answer, making sure she knows how much he's loving doing this for her.]
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Bliss floods her core, a chorus of her lover's name being mewled over and over again while he sucks on her throbbing clit. Every pass of his tongue earns him a luscious moan, signaling to the Harbinger that he's making her feel like she's on cloud 9. The blonde is an absolute mess under his ministrations, wailing his name, screaming how good he's making her feel... oh, yes that flick of his tongue is perfect! The hand that's holding onto his head lets go, coming up to play with her other breast while she rocks her hips into his mouth. His lewd noises only add to the lustful passion burning within, she's so happy to see that he enjoys her pussy just as much as she loves his amazing cock. ]
Archons...! Tartaglia you're such a good boy! Ooh! Y-Yes, just like that. Your tongue is buried so deep inside of me. Ooooh...! I'm coming—!
[ The pressure that's been building up within her system bursts in the most heavenly way possible. With a sharp cry, she arches her back, squeezes both of her nipples, and climaxes right onto his mouth. A mantra of his name pours out of her lips the entire time she's cuming, even if the apartments are sound-proof, she still wants the entire world to know that he's the best lover, not a single person would be able to compete with him. Every orgasm with him has been a mind-melting clarity like no other, she glances down at him in a feverish haze, eyes glazed with a flushed red face. Using only his tongue and mouth, the love of her life gave her pussy one of the best experiences.
True to her word, Yoimiya lays down on top of his body, curling her fingers around his rock hard cock. She's completely under his trance, mind consumed with thoughts of pleasing her beloved's every desire. Her hands work at his dick, pumping up and down his shaft in a steady rhythm. Archons, he's throbbing so much, she'll never stop being amazed at just how thick he is. There's a part of her that is wracked with guilt over leaving him unattended for so long but she intends to totally make up for it. He will get whatever he wants out of her. ]
Ah... you deserve the world. Name it and your dirty little slut will do anything you ask. What part of my body would your wonderful cock like to have? Whatever it is you want, I promise to give it to you.
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Tartaglia tenderly licks her clean, giddy that he was able to get her to cum so violently for him, pleased to of served her so well and fulfilled her desires. He's been a good little slave for her, savoring her taste and gazing upwards with his own hazy vision to meet her own. From this angle, he gets to appreciate how sexy her hands cupping her breasts are, the expression on her face hot beyond words, his length throbbing even harder now that he gets to see her in such a state. How he got so lucky to get a girl like her, he'll never know, and certainly won't think too hard about right now as her fingers curl around him and begin to pump up and down.
It's like small amounts of tension slowly releasing from his body with every stroke, his eyes uncontrollable as they stare widely back at her before they flutter shut with bliss and open again, tiny moans and whines accompanying it all. He squirms and shakes under her touch, his hands still bound but finding that it doesn't matter to him anymore that he can't move, she's kept him here in the way she said she would- by making him feel so good that he wouldn't want to leave. Tartaglia is subject to all of Yoimiya's whims and desires, and he has no intention of wanting to change that. It's hard to respond to her, trying to form words through deep heavy breaths that signify how good he feels just from her hand alone.]
I...I don't know...
[He manages to get out, his entire countenance a mess of desire and servitude to her.]
The only thing I desire now is for your utmost pleasure, after all, I am yours and yours alone. May my reward also be yours, Yoimiya-sama...
[One particular stroke of her hand sends shocks through him, crying out in bliss at how she works his cock as if she knows how to drive him down every avenue of lust and desire, completely at her mercy. He looks up at her with that same look, lost under her touch and willing to do as she commands, all the while throbbing even harder for her and her pussy.]
Let me make you feel good again, please. Please let me, master.
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Yoimiya-sama... She's never been one for grand titles but hearing that wonderful phrase roll out of her lover's lips sends a pleasurable shiver down her spine. Being looked up and revered as his master fills her with bliss. She's so happy to have him under her control. It's selfish and greedy, but she doesn't want anyone else to see her beloved like this. The sight of Tartaglia crying out, completely at her mercy is a treat for her eyes only.
At this rate, she's going to get used to dominating over her lover, being his master. He's so cute as he lays down for her, begging for her touch. His voice is terribly sexy crying out for her, declaring his loyalty. ]
If that's what my vassal desires, then who am I to deny you? You've been such a good boy Tartaglia. You deserve the best treatment.
[ Her slave's wish will be granted. After one last firm stroke, Yoimiya licks the tips of her fingers, propping herself up on his lap. The memories of their escapade in Blossomcrown Park play in her head, she yearns to see that delicious, submissive expression once more. He seemed to really enjoy having her on top and she's more than happy to service him once more. As hot as the thrill of not getting caught was, it's nice that there isn't any pesky couple around. They get to be as loud as they want without any restraint. She wants to hear Tartaglia's voice in full as he begs and wails for his master.
No longer able to contain her hunger, Yoimiya positions herself on top of his throbbing erection, pumping the base with her fingers as she lowers herself onto him. Just the tip penetrating her soaking pussy is enough to send her into a frenzy, mewling like a cat in heat. A long moan rips out of her throat as she sinks onto his cock, taking him in all the way to the hilt. Fully seated on his lap, she places her palms on top of his chest, rolling his hard nipples with her fingertips as she starts bucking her hips. The pent-up yearning for his cock has taken hold of her, crying out in pleasure as she fucks him at a firm, deep pace. She's so wet and tight as she takes in every inch of him, delighting in his sheer size while slamming her hips down onto his lap. ]
Oh! Y-Yes—! Oh Archons...! My perfect slave's cock is too good! I'm so happy Tartaglia, I'm so happy to be your master. Every inch of you— Ooooh! Is utterly perfect...
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It felt like torture to go without this for so long, to endure curbing his own desires to please Yoimiya, but now it feels like it's been more than worth the wait. Cries of her name pour from his lips, he squirms with delight underneath her, chest heaving up and down with heavy breaths as Yoimiya encompasses his entire existence with her perfectly wet pussy, her fingers stimulating his nipples just so to make it even more intoxicating.
His arms fight against the restraints, yearning to reach up to caress her delicious breasts that bob up and down in front of him, his hips bucking upward to match her rhythm. The haze that is Yoimiya thickens in his mind, focused only on her and her body, responding to it in kind with every thrust her her hips downward. She's so beautiful, the look on her face is one that he could drink up forever, and he can't imagine anyone else being able to make him feel the incredible way he does now.]
Oh...Yoimiya, thank you for letting me pleasure you more...
[He loses control of himself for a moment, shaking underneath her, voice caught in his throat from the bliss that burns through his veins and garbles his words.]
This is the only place I want to be, serving you and granting your every desire. Yoimiya, Yoimiya, I love you so much...
[It's not long, after all the waiting he'd done, that he spills himself inside of her, his cock shuddering as the very last drop he has seeds her. His loud wail of her name as he releases could have woken the neighborhood, his breath ragged, his eyes filled with adoration as he rides the high she's graciously given him. A perfect queen sits on top of him, and he only has enough brain cells left to look upon her with reverence from his position underneath her, his expression drunk on his lingering lust and the love he has for Yoimiya flowing from his heart.]
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