[Even with that permission, Ozymandias didn't anticipate that Caren's approach would change. She was enjoying the control over him far too much to do anything less than her slow torment, likely testing to see just how long until he couldn't take it any longer and took it back from her.]
[Ozymandias manages for a time. As much as he wants more, wants to find release, he is also incredibly (legendarily, in fact) stubborn. And so, although it is perhaps plain as day the effect her mouth is having on him with every groan and the grip on her hair beginning to tighten once more, he refuses to take control back so soon. And setting aside this little challenge to withstand her sweet torment, there is still a part of him yet that enjoys the teasing, that wants her to set that pace and yield to her whims. So, he manages for a time to not urge her in any particular way, to not make any demands and be grateful for the feel of her lips around him and the movement of her tongue against him. But it is still not long before that urge to move arises and Ozymandias offers far less resistance to it, pressing his hips forward with a strangled sound of pleasure.]
[She was a cruel tease, building him up like this bit by bit. She did want to hear him hiss and growl-knowing that Ozyamdias would not plead. Even if he would sound so lovely if he begged, his pride and stubbornness would not let him get to such lows.
Not this time. Maybe one day, she could wrap him in ribbons and have him growl Caren, in that exasperated way that made her laugh.
One day.
Right then, she was concentrating more on relaxing her throat, smother him with attention with her tongue and lips but...the noise, his hips moving forward in need had her react despite herself.
Caren ended up making a needy little growl, her hips jerking forward in an air hump once as she took him more into her mouth. Quicker, moving with his hips, before she pulled back, exhaling through her nose.
[Tempting as it is and as much as it is his prerogative to takes his pleasures before all others, he is not quite so greedy as a lover. Her own reactions don't escape his notice. So when she pulls back, Ozymandias allows himself to slip from her lips with a groan. His hands leave her hair as he pulls her back up to her feet. Leaning down, he catches her lips in a kiss, still tasting himself on her lips and tongue. When he breaks the kiss, he steps around her to sit on the bed.]
C'mere...
[Ozymandias pulls her closer by the wrist and begins kissing at her skin, although even with his hunger for her, he's still careful not to agitate any of the marks on her skin and keeps his kisses and nips lighter for those still a little slower to heal. As he pays worship and praise to her stomach and eventually her breasts, his hand slips between her legs to feel at the wet heat between her legs, fingers teasing over her panties as he places pressure against her with the heel of his hand. Having already released her wrist, Ozymandias' hand moves along her hip down to one of the ribbons holding her panties up.]
[There was the smallest sound of protest- there was a greedy, needy part of her that wanted to take him until he burst-but having her pulled up for that kiss...it cut off some of the lingering feelings on the matter.
Some at least. Having him hunger for her, even if he was lighter then she expected (not thinking of the past injuries, the markings still writ on her skin; she'd been seduced in worse states), was a compliment. That, and the way he touched her had her melt, pliant and helping him.
As he worked one bow undone, she was already pulling the other off, and spreading her legs for him to comfortably sit between.]
Here...
[She moved to scoot to the edge of the bed. Offering herself, just as he had offered himself. Or...if he wanted to do something else...she would take it, eagerly, and with no few growls of pleasure.]
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[Even with that permission, Ozymandias didn't anticipate that Caren's approach would change. She was enjoying the control over him far too much to do anything less than her slow torment, likely testing to see just how long until he couldn't take it any longer and took it back from her.]
[Ozymandias manages for a time. As much as he wants more, wants to find release, he is also incredibly (legendarily, in fact) stubborn. And so, although it is perhaps plain as day the effect her mouth is having on him with every groan and the grip on her hair beginning to tighten once more, he refuses to take control back so soon. And setting aside this little challenge to withstand her sweet torment, there is still a part of him yet that enjoys the teasing, that wants her to set that pace and yield to her whims. So, he manages for a time to not urge her in any particular way, to not make any demands and be grateful for the feel of her lips around him and the movement of her tongue against him. But it is still not long before that urge to move arises and Ozymandias offers far less resistance to it, pressing his hips forward with a strangled sound of pleasure.]
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Not this time. Maybe one day, she could wrap him in ribbons and have him growl Caren, in that exasperated way that made her laugh.
One day.
Right then, she was concentrating more on relaxing her throat, smother him with attention with her tongue and lips but...the noise, his hips moving forward in need had her react despite herself.
Caren ended up making a needy little growl, her hips jerking forward in an air hump once as she took him more into her mouth. Quicker, moving with his hips, before she pulled back, exhaling through her nose.
Seemed her own self control was fraying.]
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C'mere...
[Ozymandias pulls her closer by the wrist and begins kissing at her skin, although even with his hunger for her, he's still careful not to agitate any of the marks on her skin and keeps his kisses and nips lighter for those still a little slower to heal. As he pays worship and praise to her stomach and eventually her breasts, his hand slips between her legs to feel at the wet heat between her legs, fingers teasing over her panties as he places pressure against her with the heel of his hand. Having already released her wrist, Ozymandias' hand moves along her hip down to one of the ribbons holding her panties up.]
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Some at least. Having him hunger for her, even if he was lighter then she expected (not thinking of the past injuries, the markings still writ on her skin; she'd been seduced in worse states), was a compliment. That, and the way he touched her had her melt, pliant and helping him.
As he worked one bow undone, she was already pulling the other off, and spreading her legs for him to comfortably sit between.]
Here...
[She moved to scoot to the edge of the bed. Offering herself, just as he had offered himself. Or...if he wanted to do something else...she would take it, eagerly, and with no few growls of pleasure.]