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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.
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When that time comes, she hopes Tartaglia will be proud of her. She lives and breathes to be a wife worthy of standing by his side. ]
I love you too, Ajax. I love you with all of my heart.
[ So madly and passionately that it sometimes hurts, her heart can't help but ache for him. If anything were to drive them apart, she wouldn't be able to live with herself. What's the point of life if it doesn't have her precious Ajax? He's already sworn his loyalty to her but she can't trust other people to keep their grubby paws off of him. Just thinking about it makes her blood boil, Ajax belongs to her, and if she can't have him then nobody can.
Just to be on the safe side, she needs to ensure he'll never leave her side. A terrible, selfish idea begins to take shape in the confines of her corrupted mind. ]
My dearest Ajax, it will be my honor to accept your pledge. You're always so kind and thoughtful, I know that when the time is right, you'll come up with a proposal that's going to make me the happiest woman in the whole universe. For now, I just want to drown your affections and spend the rest of my evening with you alone. You can have your way with me as you please...
[ Oh, he lavishes her so well. His lips, his hands, his body heat, she needs his touch more than air itself. She moans and tilts her head to the side, allowing him to drink in her to satisfy his hunger, those tantalizing touches make her skin feel like it's on fire, the efforts of his fingers are swiftly rewarded with her nipples growing hard for him once again. All she wants to do is lay down on the bed so he can fulfill his desires, her core yearns for their connection. But first things first.
While he's distracted by the inside of her thighs, Yoimiya takes this as a chance to stealthily slide a hand underneath her pillow where another syringe filled with the drug is hidden. Utensil in hand, she's quick to poke him again, not giving him a chance to respond as she presses down on the tab, injecting him once more. With a giggle so sickeningly sweet, the stare behind her corrupted golden eyes is overflowing with an obsessive love for Ajax that's about to spill over and spiral her down the path of no return. ]
I love you, so, so, so, so much Ajax. Stay here with me forever. Don't think about anyone else, don't look at anyone else. I'm all you need to be happy.
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Tartaglia lets out a satisfied sigh as her nipples grow hard again beneath his fingertips, absolutely distracted by her breasts as he leans down to suck gently on one, tongue rolling lazily over it. Drunk on her body, he doesn't notice how Yoimiya slips her hand underneath her pillow to retrieve the second syringe until he feels the sharp, cold needle puncture his skin. Ajax's eyes widen in surprise, not understanding what's happening until he looks over to see yet another needle in him, this one already emptied completely before he even had the chance to react.]
Wha...
[His voice is confused, already in a daze from the high of Yoimiya's love, her body, and their connection, and there's only a few moments before the world spins and turns upside down.
That helpless feeling he'd had, filled only by the presence of Yoimiya doubles, a pathetic moan spilling out of his mouth, his mouth separating from her breast as his mind loses any sense of agency he might of had. He's not sure what's happening, if the drug she'd injected into him is having some kind of adverse affects on his body, but it doesn't leave him with the ability to do anything about it. Suddenly, his mind focuses in on Yoimiya's voice, her words washing over him like the song of a siren, nodding his head dumbly in response.]
Yes, I...that's right. Yoimiya is all I need. I would never look at anyone else.
[His eyes slowly raise to meet her own, a fog glazing over them now that he seems to be lost in. The radiant golden of her eyes mesmerize him as he gazes deeply into them, eyes half-lidded as he attempts to navigate through the thick fog of Yoimiya's will that's slowly enveloping his thoughts. It's a losing battle as the drug is pumped through his veins, swaying lightly from side to side as he loses control.]
But what about fighting...?
[His question come out as confused, pressing his body to hers with a terrible need, a hunger only for Yoimiya that he can barely restrain.]
Yoimiya...help me, I don't know anymore...
[It's as if the drug gives the corruption more power and sway, and it's a matter of who's more in control of themselves to wield it against the other. Tartaglia is unaware of the battle he's losing, feeling as if he's won everything with this beautiful woman at his side.]
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She disposes of the now empty syringe, sitting back to enjoy his descent into helplessness. Ah, she can't get enough of that precious face he makes, looking so confused and hopelessly in love with her all at the same time. Truly is a powerful serum if it's able to make him question the passion he values most. Come to think of it, it was never people she had to worry about...
But what about fighting...?
Fighting has always been her biggest competition to Tartaglia's heart.
Her mind wanders back to the conversation they had at the mermaid village. Even before that fateful day, she knew that the thrill of battle will always be first in his life. Pre corruption Yoimiya had already come to terms with it and was simply happy to support her beloved's goals. But now that the corruption has her fully in its grip, she's choosing to go down the selfish road, wanting to have Ajax all to herself. Maybe deep down inside, the possibility that he'd rather engage in combat than spend time with her has troubled her more than she realized, and the corruption has finally unearthed those raw emotions. No longer does she want to play second fiddle to fighting, this time, she wishes to be his ambition. ]
What about fighting?
[ To further entice him, she brings her hand to the back of his head, pushing his face into her soft, supple chest he enjoys so much. Tenderly, she threads her fingers through his ginger hair, only stopping to give him gentle scratches to his scalp every so often. A silent promise that she'll continue to shower him with affection so long as they're together. ]
I can fill the void in your heart in ways the thrill of combat can't. My unconditional love, my soft body... I can provide you with everything you need to be fully satisfied.
You love me more than battle... [ She trails off her words, her honeyed eyes pleading with him to declare that he loves her more than anything. ] right?
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Even that question alone that she poses is enough to get him to ask the same of himself. The way she says it, as if fighting and battle were largely unimportant, or even frivolous. It confuses him as doubt about it creeps into his mind, his thoughts blurry and unclear. What about fighting? Why would he ask such a strange, silly question? He could still fight, but does it truly give him the same amount of joy that Yoimiya, the love of his life, his light in the darkness, gives him? Is battle really the most important thing in his life?
As if she could sense his struggle with the topic, he feels her press his face right into her supple, welcoming breasts. Ajax hums with satisfaction at how her smooth skin graces his own, nuzzling into them lovingly as her fingers card through his hair and soothe his spirit. The motion helps ease the question in his heart, finding a warm solace in her words as she speaks.
Yoimiya is already making him feel incredible in a way that fighting doesn't. Even now, fighting was the furthest from his mind, focusing on her and her alone. He can feel every word she speaks, when she says love he feels himself getting filled with it, when she says my soft body he becomes so much more hyperaware of her and how amazing her body is and how aroused she makes him.
She's truly all he needs, all he wants. Why would he want for anything else?]
Yes...
[He moans the answer to her, leaning into her as one of his hands slips down into her groin to slip his fingers back into her. His hunger is insatiable, his eyes betraying his need as he stares into her own with a silent pledge to be by her side forever.]
I love you more than anything else in this world. Nothing can take your place and nothing could ever be placed above you. My light, my star, my world.
[His own dark need creeps into his voice, making sure to find that sweet spot inside of her as his tone lowers to ask her his own question:]
You too, love me more than anything else, right? Nothing else in this world matters more than me?
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At long last, Yoimiya feels like she's finally bested the greatest adversary standing in the way of Tartaglia's heart. Her heart floods with joy as Ajax tells her those words she's been longing to hear, the confirmation that she is more important to him than anyone, anything else. She can see the appeal in fighting, it's exhilarating to come out the victor after a long-fought battle for Ajax's love. A rush of high after overcoming a worthy opponent, she can understand why he's addicted to such a thrilling experience, Yoimiya herself also feels like she is on top of the world.
Pre-corruption Yoimiya would have happily supported her beloved on his journey to become the strongest, a notion she scoffs at now because why did she ever think about sharing this wonderful man to begin with? The Abyssal presence in her soul assures her this is okay, she's just showering him with all the love and affection he deserves, she's won the battle and now it's time to claim her prize; having Ajax all to herself. ]
Oh, Ajax. I love you too... you've made me so happy, it feels like my heart is going to burst— oooh...!
[ He really is so good with his hands, the sensation of his fingers sliding into her wet folds has her aching for more. It's so good, too he's only put a few fingers in but she's already primed to take him once more, her core dampening with every languid stroke. It only gets better when he finds her most sensitive spot, pleasure thrums through her as she gasps and arches her back, rewarding him for his efforts with a sweet symphony of moans and a display of her legs spreading open for him.
As she drowns in his fingers pumping in and out, he poses her the same question. She already knows the answer, Ajax is her one and only ambition. Yoimiya is more than willing to declare her undying devotion to him even as she's moaning and gasping for him. At every opportunity, she will always tell him he's number one in her life. All of her hopes, dreams, and goals are a thing of the past, the love of her life is her future, she doesn't need anything else so long as she has him. ]
I love you more than anything, Ajax. Not even fireworks can compare to you and in my heart, you shine brighter than any firework. There's not a single thing that can take your place, my love. You're my world, the only love of my life, and the one who completes me.
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Nothing could make me more happy to hear that.
[Ajax's mind, after the double dose of the drug in his system and the intensity of the effect which the corruption in his mind has fueled it, is a mess of absolute submission and devotion coupled with the fervent need for Yoimiya to be his and no one else's as well. Her words lock him into place and seal his fate, satisfied with this scenario and now ready to devote the rest of his very being to Yoimiya, forever.]
Let's celebrate, [he suggests, falling under her spell and pushing her backwards onto the bed to give her the proper attention she deserves.]
Let me pleasure you, please you to no end the rest of the night. I want to show you my utter devotion, that I'm nothing without you, my love.
[And as he lays her down on the bed, Ajax begins to smother her with attention, locking lips with her before she even has the chance to respond and starts to worship her body for the rest of the night. Cries of her name on his lips and eyes that stare up at her with a darkness that begs for her to command it are now the new normal from him- and the two of them drown in each other until the sun rises the next day.]