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[It's true, fighting is everything to him. What is life, if there was no combat, no conflict to engage in. It would be empty, mundane, unendurable. This is how he is and how he will always be, but there's something in the way that she phrases it, ...fighting is more important than me. It turns a knife in his chest, one painful enough that he doesn't have the strength to chase after her as her hands leave his own and she goes into the bedroom to let her hair down after a long trip down here. His eyes fall down to the floor, lips thinning in disappointment at himself. He really hadn't considered their relationship at all when he decided not to act. Everything was for the excitement of a fight.

He hadn't meant to make her upset, and yet here they are. It's not fair to her that he's put her second, thinking on how he'd feel if he were in her shoes. He's not sure if he should join her, or give her a moment to herself. Ajax won't let himself be down for too long about his mistake- he'd much rather do what it takes to fix it and make her happy than to feel sorry for himself and sulk about it. Yoimiya's already been taking everything in stride, and he's grateful for the patience she's had with him. Maybe, he's taken that she's seemed fine with his battle obsession for granted, and he wonders if it's been bothering her more than she's let on and he's willfully kept himself ignorant to the truth.

Way to go, he tells himself.

Quietly, he goes to get themselves both a cup of water, giving Yoimiya those few minutes to have to herself for a second before he walks into the bedroom to join her, sitting down slowly next to her as he offers her a cup.]

Mind if I join you?

[His voice is soft and tender, in a way that indicates that she could tell him to leave if she doesn't want him there yet.]

Edited 2023-10-20 16:49 (UTC)

[ When Ajax enters the room, he'll see that in the span of those few minutes, she made herself comfortable by slipping into a kimono sleep gown brought in preparation for this trip. As she's combing her hair, she spots him from the corner of her eye, still not bothering to look up at him in favor of tidying up her appearance.

She had been expecting her boyfriend to show up, knowing there was no way he'd be content to simply leave this unresolved. Battles might be his top priority but he still has room in his heart for her, proving himself time and again by going above and beyond to bring her joy. Placing her comb on the nearby nightstand, she nods her head in gratitude, accepting the cup of water. Although she isn't exactly happy with him, she's not so mad to the point of not wishing to speak with him for the rest of the evening. Scooting over, she brings the cup to her lips to get a sip, patting a spot next to her on the bed for him to join her closer if he wishes. ]

I don't mind.

[ Direct and to the point, her voice is missing the usual enthusiasm and instead, there's a somber quality as she speaks, exhausted from both the long journey and everything that transpired. ]

Edited 2023-10-21 00:05 (UTC)

[Grateful that she's not dismissing him, even though she has every right to as far as he's concerned, he takes that invitation and scoots close to her after she accepts the cup of water.]

Thanks.

[Both his hands come to curl around his own glass, staring down at the still water for a moment as he collects himself. It's always trying to think of how to start being the hardest thing about this.]

Yoimiya...I hope I haven't given you the impression that you or our relationship doesn't matter to me. You mean a great deal to me, so much so that even the deepest sea could not keep me from you no matter how many times it tried to swallow me whole. You're my wonderful, shining light in the darkness, and it pains me to see that I've made that light duller even for a second because of my actions.

[He sighs through his nose, hoping at least he can make it clear to her that he loves her, no matter what. Tartaglia glances over, worry filling his eyes. Making her think that he didn't care would even be worse than putting fighting above her.]

[ Her eyes dart down towards the cup as she listens to him. Truly and honestly, his words are endearing, he always knows just what to say to make her feel special. Battle crazy as he is, Ajax has showered her with immense love. ]

I know. You mean so much to me as well. You've gone out of your way for me countless times and filled my life with love. There are things I need to work on to improve myself to be a better girlfriend. But...

[Unfortunately, saying a few flowery sweet nothings isn't enough to fully mend the wound in her heart. Actions speak louder than words and Yoimiya doesn't believe she's being unreasonable by asking him to be a bit more considerate. ]

It's just that, if my boyfriend can't even do the bare minimum of standing up for our relationship because he'd rather see a brawl, then... can I truly count on you to have my back?

[ As much as she hates being harsh, some tough love is necessary to get him to open his eyes. ]

[Nodding, that's a fair statement from her, and he stops to think of how he wants to put this. He knows the answer, it's really as plain as day, but he doesn't want to say the wrong thing here and make matters worse.]

It's true that the thrill of battle is something I value above everything else. But...I don't want that to be a reason why I lose someone who is priceless to me.

[Because that's the only direction you can go at that point. He'd continue to hurt Yoimiya over and over if he's constantly putting fighting before her.]

I want it to be something we can share together, not something that pushes us apart. That was neither the time or the place for it, and in the future I won't let that happen a second time. I'm sorry. I won't make the same mistake again.

[ Satisfied with that response, Yoimiya relaxes her shoulders, already feeling a little better and less heated than just a few moments ago. There are times when she's explosive like the fireworks she crafts but once again, just like a firework, she's quick to simmer down and forgive. He apologized, promised to not let the same mistake happen twice, it's all water under the bridge as far as she's concerned. ]

Thank you, hearing that means a lot to me. Deeds are more powerful than words but I trust you.

[ If he pays close attention to her expression, he might notice the fire burning behind her golden eyes, a glaring message of: don't you dare pull that stunt again, mister. IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, Tartaglia might be aligned with the Fatui but a liar he is not. This man takes his promises seriously, more than anyone else she's ever met. She faithfully believes he will uphold his word and maybe they can be scary and tell someone to scram together. ]

From the bottom of my heart, I sincerely support your ambitions and I'd never ask you to change as a person. But... I'm grateful you recognized that wasn't the time and a place for a fight.

[ It's a start. ]

[It already sounds like she's less angry, which he's glad for. He'd chosen to speak from the heart, deciding that would be best in a situation like this, and it seems like his words resonated with her. Looking over to her, his own expression is grateful, smiling fondly as his eyes lock with hers-

And oh. That's a scary look. He definitely gets the message that if he does that again he's in hot water. That's something he doesn't need, because he already does enough to get himself into hot water it seems.

Tartaglia's hand reaches over to take her hand, holding it with both of his own.]

Thanks. I'm sorry that this is what it took to recognize that in the first place.

[Silently, he promises that he'll do better to be a better boyfriend to her, even moreso than what he's vowed to her. He doesn't know how, but he'll figure it out- she deserves the best, and he'll make sure she gets it.]

Are...we alright, for now?

[Not that he's expecting her to be chipper or anything after a conversation like that. But he does want to give her a kiss ;;]

[ Upon feeling the warmth of his hand, she peels her eyes away from the cup to glance at his hands clasped over hers. Finally, after what felt like forever, she lifts her head to lock stares with him. Just one look into his eyes tells her everything she needs to know, those deep blue eyes are an ocean of sincerity.

It takes two to make a relationship work and there are aspects of herself that she needs to work on as well but she wholeheartedly believes they can overcome anything together. ]

Yeah, we're all right.

[ Although it certainly is difficult to go back to being her usual chipper self after that heavy conversation, the faintest hint of a smile tugs at the corners of her lips at his "for now". Chaos is practically synonymous with him, after all. ]

For now.

[ Sorry, couldn't help herself with that one. In return, she gives his hand a soft, gentle squeeze, lacing their fingers together. ]

[For what feels like the first time in too long, he chuckles quietly at her answer, letting a placid yet warm smile unfold as her fingers lace with his. Though it may of been subtle, he could see that small smile on her face, taking that as another green light to shower a little more affection on her. Lifting the hand he's cupped between his own, Ajax presses a few light kisses to the back of it, holding it up against his lips as he closes his eyes and nuzzles his head into her palm. He'd like to cherish her and this quiet moment they have together, unwilling to let her go, as if the simple warmth from her hand was something he couldn't live without.

After a few moments, he lifts his head back, sighing through his nose. This might not end up being the fun night he'd imagined before the big day tomorrow, but at least he still has Yoimiya, and they do need to mentally steel themselves for the day ahead.]

Perhaps we should turn in a little early tonight. We've got a big day ahead of us tomorrow.

[He shoots her a worried glance...there is one last thing.]

I'm not being relegated to the couch though, am I?

[Or worse! Sleeping outside!]

[ Just like that, her imperturbable facade cracks, the sweet kisses administered to her hand mend the final wounds in her heart, filling her with a warm love that only he can provide. At long last, her bright smile returns as she melts into his touch, cupping his cheek while he affectionately nuzzles his face into her palm. He might be a battle-crazy psycho but at the end of the day, he's her battle-crazy psycho.

She thoughtfully hums at his question, pretending to consider her options. ]

Hmm... I wonder.

[ Raising a hand to his cheek, she deliberately drags her finger across his jawbone, slowly taking the time to enjoy the feel of his skin beneath her fingertip. The entire time, her half-lidded eyes are locked onto him, deliberately staring at him with that same sensual expression that has the power to drive him crazy. Finally, she stops to gently cup his chin, resting her fingers right below. ]

Do you want to sleep in the same bed with me that badly? Have you truly learned your lesson?

[ To top it off, a smirk curves on her lips, fluttering her lashes against her doe-eyed honey irises, all in an effort to ~~make him beg~~ see how he reacts. Truthfully, the thought of banishing him to the couch hadn't even occurred to her. ]

[Happy that it seems he's managed to assuage any more concerns and lifted her spirits, he smiles into her palm as her hand cups his cheek, kissing her palm tenderly, a small outpour of his love for her. His eyes open to meet hers, instantly entranced by her seductive gaze, her fingertips leaving a trail of electricity across his skin. How unfair, she knows that he's powerless against her when she uses that look against him like this, his mouth drying and jaw hanging slightly agape.

He's getting played, he knows he is. But even with that knowledge, the flutter of her eyes does him in, his eyes widening in return even as chaos dances in them.]

I have, [he says, pleading with her.] Yoimiya, think of how cold the both of us will be sleeping all alone. You might as well be sleeping in the wilds of Snezhnaya, and surely you wouldn't want that, would you...?

[Pressing inwards, he gives her a desperate look, worry lacing his expression even more even as he gets so close to let his lips almost graze her own.]

Let me sleep with you tonight, I can guarantee I'll keep you safe and warm.

[ There's a part of her that thinks it would be funny to remind him that he's from Snezhnaya, so he should be able to handle the cold. However, she's given him enough of a hard time as it is. He took her concerns seriously and learned his lesson, it's only fair for her to give him a treat. His big, pleading blue eyes are too adorable to turn down. How is it possible for someone to be so battle-crazy and cute at the same time...

They're so close, just one small push is all it takes for their lips to connect. The kisses on her palm are sweet but not enough. She closes her half-lidded eyes, looking as if she's about ready to close the gap and reward with a kiss. But... like the little tease that she is, Yoimiya pulls away before allowing him to fully drink in the taste of her lips. ]

All right, since you're going to be so cold without me, who am I to turn you down? Do whatever you gotta do to get ready and come on to bed, big boy.

[ In truth, she wouldn't be able to sleep well without him to keep her warm. A good night's sleep isn't complete without his strong arms wrapped around her. Pulling away, she playfully sticks her tongue out at him, turning her attention to fluff up the pillows in preparation for a good night's rest. With that done, she huddles under the covers, getting nice and cozy while she waits for him to follow suit. ]

[There's a fifty-fifty chance here that he gets that kiss. He knows Yoimiya like the back of his hand by now, she's either going to kiss him or tease him, and as he watches on with the building desire to taste her lips against his own, it seems she chooses the latter. His eyes were beginning to close themselves when she pulls away, the empty space between them lonely, his gaze looking at her like a sad puppy who's only want in life was love.

Tartaglia watches her stick her tongue out at him, feeling extra played now that she's ignoring him to tuck herself into bed. Oh, he won't let her get away with that, devising his own ideas to get back at her before the night is out.]

Don't get too lonely without me.

[It doesn't take him long to get out of his clothes, tossing them on a chair until he's in nothing but his undergarments, slipping into bed with her, giving her a look as he settles in.]

Don't you look comfy.

[His devilish lover, all tucked in and looking nice and comfortable even after being denied a kiss. He can't wait for payback for that one.]

[ Likewise, Yoimiya is all too familiar with Ajax's antics. There's no way he's about to let her get away with denying him a kiss. She's not sure how he's going to pull off his revenge scheme but the uncertainty of it all only adds to the excitement. Snug as a bug, she can't help herself as enjoys the scene of her beloved eye candy stripping himself from his clothes. This is the best view in the entire universe, nothing else will compare.

Once he slips under the covers with her, Yoimiya greets him with an innocent smile as if she didn't just tease him a few seconds ago. ]

It's pretty nice and snug in here. I gotta say, I miss your bed.

[ On the surface, she's feigning obliviousness but her eyes tell a different story, challenging him to do his worst. She'll even be kind enough to give him an opening, rolling over to where her back is facing him. ]

[If there's anything that gives away what a person is thinking, it's the window into their soul through their eyes, and Tartaglia has become well acquainted with hers. He hears the words, but he reads her eyes before she rolls over to let her back face him. What absolute, audacious confidence of her, he thinks. It's either that or she knows she wins either way in the end here, and if she's going to win anyway, he should at least win too.]

Never fear, I'm sure I can think of ways to recreate the feeling of being back home in my bed.

[He'd rise to the challenge she's presented to him, sliding in close to her as he presses his chest to her back. The warmth from her body seeps into his skin, letting his arm and hand drape over her as he also gets comfortable. Tartaglia buries his head into the nape of her neck, brushing his lips across the soft skin there as he settles.

But he's got other plans, not planning on settling for long.]

Not too warm, are you?

[He asks innocently, as his hand brushes downward to graze right under her thong, letting his elemental magic seep into her skin, his riptide mark forming there. It pulses dimly, inactive for the moment, and Childe smiles against his girlfriend's neck.]

I wouldn't want to make it too uncomfortable in an unfamiliar place.

[ One advantage Ajax will always have over her: it's hard to stay mad at him. There are rare times where she feels like blowing up like a volcano at him but each and every time, he does his best to make up for it, always doing everything in his power to put a smile back on her face. Just like now, his lapse of judgment from earlier no longer bothers her, simply happy to still have him in her life, thankful for this precious moment to snuggle together and lay beside him as they drift off to sleep. ]

That's mighty sweet of ya. All I need is your warmth to feel right at home.

[ Another advantage Ajax has: his unpredictability. There's no telling what he has planned but she's looking forward to seeing his attempt to acquire at least one win before the night is over. Yoimiya is more than happy to give him that small taste of victory since either way, she still wins. Although she's on the lookout for his little revenge scheme, his muscular arms draped across her are soothing, further settling her to bed. Satisfied sighs spill out from the delightful sensation of his lips peppering her neck. ]

Mmm... no, it's wonderful. Your arms are always so nice and cozy.

[ She giggles at his "innocent" question, his hand slipping beneath her thong is anything but innocent. In response, she slides a foot up and down his leg, oblivious to the riptide mark taking shape on her skin. ]

[He's sure that she hasn't caught on yet, and it might be a little unfair of him to be using his powers on her like this, but all's fair in love and war, as they say. And he's not below using tactics like this, especially when he knows that she'll end up enjoying it in the end. He hums against her skin, eyes closed as he concentrates on his little scheme, enjoying the light touch of her foot against his leg.]

I couldn't be happier knowing that.

[Ajax's hand slips down farther now that the first part of his plan has been initiated, letting his finger play right on the inside of her entrance, circling it slowly with two fingers as if he were teasing having them slip inside of her. But he doesn't, in fact he's not even down there long enough to properly tease her, pulling away after a few passes to opt for something more full, finding one of her breasts and kneading into it happily as he administers more kisses to the back of her neck.]

Speaking of which, Yoimiya, were you aware that the hydro element is greatly attuned to emotions?

[After stating it, the Harbinger activates his magic, the mark glowing brightly underneath the kimono as it tunes itself to Yoimiya's emotions, and he can't help but grin through his own words.]

[ Those slow, circular movements inside of her thigh are absolutely delightful, her skin feeling like it's on fire from his touch. His fingers elicit mewls of appreciation, her body responds on its own by pressing her backside into his groin, reflecting her uncontrollable craving for him. Except, she doesn't even get a chance to indulge in his touch. As she's preparing to spread her legs open, he already pulls away! Meanie... >:T

Is his plan to drive her crazy? Well, it's working. Just that quick tease brings out a ravenous need. If only he just slid those fingers inside. She wants more, it's not enough. ]

No, I had no idea. Is that why you're such an expert at pleasing me?

[ Not all is lost, his hand that rudely teased her comes up to squeeze her breast and in turn, she rewards him with a moan. She puts a stop to the movements of her foot and instead, bucks her hips against his crotch, begging him to give her a small taste of his thick cock. After being deprived of his touch, it's hard to not fantasize about that wonderful dick filling her up.

As she's sliding her rear up and down, a faint glow catches her attention. A dizzying haze clouds her head as she glances down, a bright blue light shines from underneath her kimono. It's warm and pleasant, filling her with a sense of pleasure. ]

Oh...? Using your powers against me? You play so dirty, Ajax.

[ But that's how she likes it. ]

[Maybe this is why he's good at reading people, and especially when it comes to Yoimiya, this attunement he has with hydro. Not that he's ever really thought on that at all, and even now he doesn't really care to as his focus is on all those delightful noises she's making and how she squirms and rocks into him at his touch. If she keeps at it, he's not sure how much longer he's going to be able to keep in control of himself, unable to resist the alluring draw of her body against his. He feels himself rise in his underwear, pressing his hardened length into each press of her cute butt against him. It makes that welling desire he has for her increase, a tension that spreads out through his entire body, pulling him taut and clouding his senses.]

Haha, I was hoping you wouldn't notice right away, but it seems I've been found out.

[But, that doesn't mean she knows entirely how it works, so a little fun can still be had. No need to spoil it.]

I just ensured my little pavlin here has a difficult time resisting my charms, [he whispers into her ear as his hand gropes into her with more salacious intent, almost as if he were taking the gloves off and ready to really get down in this battle he's created between the two of them.]

But, at least you'll have some sort of fighting chance. Good luck, though. I'll have you begging for me in a matter of moments...I wonder how long you'll be able to resist.

[Creating a fight where there was none to begin with, that's Ajax, making sure to make sensual shifts of his body against her own. Small little purrs bubble out of him, doing everything in his power to force her emotions into nothing but desire and need, to let that little ring of water he's laid within her to play and tease as her mental state shifts.]

[ On any normal day, Yoimiya might have given what he wanted, especially since she was so hard on him earlier. But there's something about the way he says "But, at least you'll have some sort of fighting chance." that ignites the flames of her fierce spirit, because now, she's determined to flip it around and manipulate him into doing her bidding. A game of chicken does add an extra layer of excitement instead of rushing straight to the main event, it will be thrilling to see who holds out the longest. ]

Oh? Time for me to show you what your little pavlin is capable of. If you can get me to beg before you give in, I'll be impressed.

[ The Harbinger's might is quite powerful, his skilled hands groping her chest with fervor draws out a wanton moan out of her lips, her pretty pink nipples grow hard from his touch. It's incredible how his hands are able to work his magic on her, causing her body to shudder as desire seeps through her system. The press of his hardened arousal further fuels her need. His touch, his warmth, his hands squeezing her chest... he's slowly backing her into a corner, inciting her to feel nothing but a greedy need for him.

Even in the face of a Harbinger, Yoimiya refuses to give in. The pleasant riptide mark attunes to her competitive heart, a reminder to stay strong even as she's mewling out for him. Time to fight fire with fire. ]

How are you holding out, Ajax~? You know, I'm already soaking wet for you.

[ If he's resorting to foul play, then she might as well get down and dirty with him. A hand glides across her side, stopping at her hips to slip that lace thong off her legs, tossing it haphazardly somewhere in the room. Yoimiya mischievously glances back at him, a challenging gleam simmers behind her eyes as she makes her own declaration of war by hoisting the bottom of her silk kimono gown just enough to give him a full view of that cute round butt he seems so enamored with. If he looks downwards, he'll see that she's lifted her leg a little, showing off her silky wet pussy that's ready for him, a taste of what he could have if he simply gives in. ]

All you have to do is slide it in and I'm all yours.

[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?

[ This man speaks the words of truth, she's all his no matter what. Having already surrendered her heart, body, and soul to him, she is Ajax's alone and no one else. There's not a single person able to capture her heart the way he does but even though she loves him dearly, there's no way he's getting away with those taunts. Like a petulant brat, she huffs and puffs, filled with a burning determination to get what she wants.

The thing she wants? His cock of course... ]

You sure talk a big game but it's hard to take you seriously with your dick throbbing against my butt. I doubt you'll be able to last much longer.

[ Oh, she absolutely felt those hips bucking into her, mister.

But gotta give credit where credit is due, his legs locking with hers is quite the strategy. What a sneaky fox, she muses to herself. Despite her provocation, his pulsating arousal serves as a double-edged sword, tempting her to beg and give in to his whims. They're so close, all he has to do is slip off those pesky boxers and stuff her full of his cock. It's agonizing, she needs him like air to breathe.

No matter, she knows how to use her body like a honey trap to entice her foxy boyfriend. The ruffled little pavlin takes advantage of the water ringlet, concentrating her efforts on receiving pleasure without his help. Lascivious moans spill out, the core between her thighs growing pleasantly wet as images of her lover fucking her into the bed play out in her mind. With their bodies tangled together, she rolls her hips into him, pressing her rear against his covered erection to bring him down to the depths of depravity with her. Her counterattack still isn't over yet, fully aware of another weakness he has. She delicately slides the kimono top off her shoulders just enough for her plump breasts to spill out of the top, making sure he gets a good look at his handiwork; her pink buds now nice and hard for him. ]

Aren't you being coy? You should know exactly what I want without me having to say it. If you want to hear me moan your name, you're going to have to work harder than that.

[ That's right, she's daring him to do his worst. ]

[He can't let himself verbally admit that she's right. He's not going to last much longer, the fog in his mind growing thicker and thicker as she takes advantage of her own voice to lure him into her trap, using her ass to clamp down on him to make sure he can't escape. Frustrated little blips of noise come from him, trying to keep himself from outright letting her name spill out of his mouth from the friction of her butt against his arousal. He can even tell she's turned the magic around that was meant to keep her wanting into her own weapon- maybe she's too fast of a learner, now capable of using his own tricks against him.

And to make matters worse, the fabric of her kimono flops over her shoulders onto him, the indicator that her breasts are free for his eyes to ogle, and he can't help himself under all the stimulation she's giving him. Tartaglia cranes his neck over to get a good look at them, full and perky, just the way he loves them. Instinctively, his hand comes back up to fondle them, his breath catching in his throat for a moment as her ample breasts temporarily fulfill his burning desire to touch her. It's the only thing keeping him from ripping his own underwear off, and he tries to focus his mind on massaging her instead of himself.]

Now who's the one playing dirty? Don't say you didn't ask for it, though.

[It's a battle of wills, and now it's going to be who breaks first. With a flick of his finger, the water ring that teases her entrance suddenly disappears, and he tears his hand away from her breast to do something that he thinks will truly put them both to the test.

Tartaglia presses two fingers down between his own legs, his own mark rising up on his skin, and with one last sweep of his fingers he opens the connection between himself and Yoimiya. The connection opens the flood gates of both their emotions to flow into each other, a wave of lust and need crashing into him without warning and threatening to drown him in a sea of greed. It's overwhelming, feeling as if the oxygen in the room has just been sucked out and he's left breathless, his entire body shaking with desire. He can't even taunt her, fighting with himself to stay in control, but it's proving far more difficult than he'd imagined.

His body seems to react on its own without his permission, his hand frantically pulling down his own undergarments. Maybe this wasn't as great of an idea as he thought it was going to be.]

[ Maybe next time, Yoimiya will think before she asks. ~~Spoilers: she won't.~~

She lets out a needy whine as he pulls his hands away from her breasts. Not fair, she was enjoying that. Oh well, it hardly matters. At the rate they're going, she's banking on him to give in, those agonizing little sounds, his pulsating arousal bumping into her, he's getting close and she intends to see this through to the end. Whatever magic he conjures up surely won't make this endeavor any more difficult.

But ah, she's quickly proven wrong. This is what happens when you poke the Snezhnayan bear.

All it takes is one fell swoop and her need for him doubles tenfold, an explosion of carnal lust seeps through every pore. In this sinful moment, it feels like their sense of connection is heightened, as if she can feel his primal desires spilling into her, amplifying her yearning to be connected with him. They haven't even begun their coupling but the smell of sex in the air is already so noticeable, so thick and heady that it's getting difficult to breathe. Yoimiya can't control her body acting out of animalistic instinct as she rolls onto her back, spreading her thighs wet with slick wide open, silently begging for him to mount her. ]

Ajax... A—Ajax... Ooh...

[ A dizzying fog clouds her mind as she shifts her gaze over at him, face flushed, her golden eyes clouded with pure lust and an aching desire for him to fill her full. The fabric of his undergarments sliding off gives her the slightest hint of relief but it's still not enough, her body shakes and trembles with need. For a moment, she sorely considers giving in, coming damn near close to pleading for his cock but instead, her curiosity is piqued. ]

What did you do...?

[ It's at this moment she knew, Ajax fucked up. ]

[Off go his underwear, and just in the nick of time- Yoimiya also seems to be having a hard time with the sudden wave of need that flows through both of their bodies, turning onto her back and spreading her legs wide for him. It gets him to stop, to stare at her gorgeous nude body that's just waiting for him to take and dine on to his heart's content. How he can ever resist her normally is a logic that escapes him in the moment, her own greed for him fueling him to quickly move himself in front of her, his hands already spreading her folds apart.

She's so beautiful, so carnal and so perfect for him. Tartaglia embraces this lust that's overcome him, no longer caring for who wins or loses the game, only that he needs to fulfill both of their desires by plunging himself deep inside of her. But somehow, her words stop him, forcing his mind to confront what it was that he did.]

I...I connected our emotions fully and completely.

[It's evidenced by how bright the riptide mark on his own groin glows, pulsating quickly as it pumps more lust and greed the two of them are feeling into each other. His length presses against her entrance, the tip tickling the skin. All it takes is one more press, and he'll be inside.]

And I've never needed you more than I need you now. You've taken over my mind completely...

[He presses a little harder, his eyes seemingly blank save for the cascade of lust that passes through them, but he's holding on only because she's made him explain herself.]

Let me have you Yoimiya, please. I can't live without you.

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