[Ozymandias hums in amusement against her skin but he says nothing in return and grants her the last word. As much as she leaves the window open to him to provide yet another tantalizing promise, he thinks she will likely find it far more satisfying for him to simply respond with actions rather than words at this juncture.]
[Ozymandias will certainly find it far more satisfying if those are her last words and she finds herself unable to manage anymore. He does not concede to any implicit demands immediately. Whatever attempts she might make to press into his hand or fingers, he's certain to deny her for a few passes and merely traces her heat. But as Ozymandias' mouth begins to slowly descend along her stomach and he lowers himself down to one knee, he begins massaging circles likely more satisfying circles.]
[If he thinks she's going to forget his rudeness of him depriving her of further banter, even if his mouth has far better things to occupy itself doing, she's in for a bigger treat later when she turns the tables. Because oh, does she plan on getting him back for every tease and pleasure he administers.
There's something deeply satisfying in watching this king drop to a knee, and she can't help but savor the sight, lips parting as she breath continues to run rough. Her eyes stay keenly hungry, intense on him for several moments before she leans her head back against the painting as her eyes flutter closed so she can focus on the feel of him, hips moving instinctively against his hand to coax as much pleasure from the motions as possible.
It's tempting keep the hand in his hair from gripping and guiding more aggressively, so she instead shifts one leg to gently drape over his shoulder. Not that he needed any additional direction.]
[As Sheva brings her leg over his shoulder, his hand that was lingering on her hip moves to pull back the front of her dress and drape it over her leg out of his way. Ozymandias' mouth finds the end of her exposed skin on her stomach, but he lingers there for a moment. His fingers moving to press against the movement of Sheva's hips slide along before hooking two of them beneath fabric.]
[The motion of Ozymandias' fingers to bunch and eventually push aside fabric is quicker than his earlier movements, but the touch against Sheva is far less consistent. Ozymandias sinks lower as he does this, looking up at her as he presses a chaster kiss to the thigh resting on his shoulder. It seems to him that in barely even touching her, Sheva's managed to find what she was looking for in coming here tonight. All the weight that was resting on her shoulders when she arrived, when talking about the possibility of bonding with him... All that seems lifted. Forgotten for the moment as she focuses on and seeks out his touch.]
[He's curious to see what this woman shall be like as she heals and these losses no longer hold her back.]
[With Sheva's dress and underwear out of the way, Ozymandias ceases with some of his teasing as he finally brings his mouth between her legs, his tongue making a trail that allows him a sample of her taste but conveniently avoids her clit.]
[While she's quite eager to feel his mouth against her properly, among other things, the great majority of Sheva deeply appreciates that Ozymandia's isn't bending to her pressures. Ultimately, he's taking a more conscious, pointed route to their first sexual interaction, and she notices with both enjoyment and frustration. She won't admit it out loud, especially since it's so easy to lean into just the physical aspect of his attentions to forget the recent past, but it needed to be more than a simple act of hoping back into bed.
Not that she had any intention of anything romantic with the man bent at the knee before her, but it does seem that Ozy is wiser to what she actually requires. Or, perhaps his mood just happens to align with what provides balance to a woman physically altered and recently abandoned by her most intimate partners here, emotionally and otherwise. Even when she tries to hide the lingering ramifications, they're still there, seeping through the cracks she's still attempting to piece together and mend all by herself.
Perhaps a little bit of help isn't so bad? And sex, well that's something she knows damn well she can do quite well.
There's a soft noise, a mix between a huff and perhaps the softest of whines when he delays what she expects is the enevitable, both impatient and appreciative of each and every touch of lips and fingers. A perhaps more telling sign is the near constant movement of her tail, quirking and lashing along side her noises and encouraging hip movements.
It's when she feels the heat of his breath that she blooms with anticipation, strong leg pulling him closer with plans to keep him there for some time. Finally feeling the heat of his mouth against her has her shudder and moan, but it's punctuated with an amused laugh at the end of it, voice rough when she realizes what he's doing. Or, more specifically, what he's not doing.
Well played sir. She'd absolutely do the same.]
Tease. [By her tone, it's a compliment as well as an admonishment.]
[He hums contemplatively as though the very concept of him as a tease is something he's never heard before. But the way he glances at her belies how pleased he is by the comment. Not that Ozymandias exactly needs to hear any words from her. Sheva's hips press herself into him and the tightening of her leg against his shoulder, and it becomes abundantly clear that she fully intends to collect on these new promises of his.]
[But while he may be a tease, Ozymandias is not one to be neglectful to what is ultimately being asked of him. He does as she likely believed he was about to do the first time, pulsing his tongue lightly against her clit a few times before sucking on and toying with her inner lips instead. But it's clear he still has no intention of throwing Sheva headlong toward orgasm. His fingers are now preoccupying themselves with running along her thigh instead in slow circles lest they are forgotten.]
[What a rude liar. She just makes a mental note to turn the tables on him later and make him pay for all this damn pleasure, rude, heated gazes included. Yeah, that sounds about right. Viva la vengeance.
There's a low groan when he finally hits that spot, her body jolting a bit against him in reactionary spasm. Her gaze becomes slightly hooded and there's a low, baseline purr that seems to rumble when he discovers a particularly good angle. And thanks to the balance of her tail, the wall, and the king's shoulder, Sheva's able to angle her thighs further apart to offer him more room to work his magic.
Wait, are there fun sexual endeavors and tricks with magic he can employ at some point in the future?]
[Hey that redlight district wouldn't exist if things like that weren't possible, Sheva. Just sayin'.]
[Ozymandias remains attentive to Sheva's reactions so he doesn't miss the best angle, the amount of pressure that causes her to try to create more friction that he seems set against giving her just yet. Every tremble, every sound guides Ozymandias to give and take, to draw more out of her until he can get her singularly focused on finding her release. He won't let her have it until then either. Even if he has to edge her repeatedly, Ozymandias won't concede to her demands until she's consumed by them.]
[He licks his lips as he takes his mouth away from her for a moment, letting her be in that liminal space between sensations long enough to feel the absence of his touch. Ozymandias moves his fingers up her thigh to run along her outer lips as his gaze remains on her, watching every little shift in her expression.]
How many do you want inside you? One...? Two...?
[As Ozymandias begins counting off fingers, he slows the tempo and emphasizes the count with a pointed stroke to her clit with one more finger than the last at just the right angle.]
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[Ozymandias will certainly find it far more satisfying if those are her last words and she finds herself unable to manage anymore. He does not concede to any implicit demands immediately. Whatever attempts she might make to press into his hand or fingers, he's certain to deny her for a few passes and merely traces her heat. But as Ozymandias' mouth begins to slowly descend along her stomach and he lowers himself down to one knee, he begins massaging circles likely more satisfying circles.]
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There's something deeply satisfying in watching this king drop to a knee, and she can't help but savor the sight, lips parting as she breath continues to run rough. Her eyes stay keenly hungry, intense on him for several moments before she leans her head back against the painting as her eyes flutter closed so she can focus on the feel of him, hips moving instinctively against his hand to coax as much pleasure from the motions as possible.
It's tempting keep the hand in his hair from gripping and guiding more aggressively, so she instead shifts one leg to gently drape over his shoulder. Not that he needed any additional direction.]
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[The motion of Ozymandias' fingers to bunch and eventually push aside fabric is quicker than his earlier movements, but the touch against Sheva is far less consistent. Ozymandias sinks lower as he does this, looking up at her as he presses a chaster kiss to the thigh resting on his shoulder. It seems to him that in barely even touching her, Sheva's managed to find what she was looking for in coming here tonight. All the weight that was resting on her shoulders when she arrived, when talking about the possibility of bonding with him... All that seems lifted. Forgotten for the moment as she focuses on and seeks out his touch.]
[He's curious to see what this woman shall be like as she heals and these losses no longer hold her back.]
[With Sheva's dress and underwear out of the way, Ozymandias ceases with some of his teasing as he finally brings his mouth between her legs, his tongue making a trail that allows him a sample of her taste but conveniently avoids her clit.]
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Not that she had any intention of anything romantic with the man bent at the knee before her, but it does seem that Ozy is wiser to what she actually requires. Or, perhaps his mood just happens to align with what provides balance to a woman physically altered and recently abandoned by her most intimate partners here, emotionally and otherwise. Even when she tries to hide the lingering ramifications, they're still there, seeping through the cracks she's still attempting to piece together and mend all by herself.
Perhaps a little bit of help isn't so bad? And sex, well that's something she knows damn well she can do quite well.
There's a soft noise, a mix between a huff and perhaps the softest of whines when he delays what she expects is the enevitable, both impatient and appreciative of each and every touch of lips and fingers. A perhaps more telling sign is the near constant movement of her tail, quirking and lashing along side her noises and encouraging hip movements.
It's when she feels the heat of his breath that she blooms with anticipation, strong leg pulling him closer with plans to keep him there for some time. Finally feeling the heat of his mouth against her has her shudder and moan, but it's punctuated with an amused laugh at the end of it, voice rough when she realizes what he's doing. Or, more specifically, what he's not doing.
Well played sir. She'd absolutely do the same.]
Tease. [By her tone, it's a compliment as well as an admonishment.]
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[But while he may be a tease, Ozymandias is not one to be neglectful to what is ultimately being asked of him. He does as she likely believed he was about to do the first time, pulsing his tongue lightly against her clit a few times before sucking on and toying with her inner lips instead. But it's clear he still has no intention of throwing Sheva headlong toward orgasm. His fingers are now preoccupying themselves with running along her thigh instead in slow circles lest they are forgotten.]
she stick her leggy out
There's a low groan when he finally hits that spot, her body jolting a bit against him in reactionary spasm. Her gaze becomes slightly hooded and there's a low, baseline purr that seems to rumble when he discovers a particularly good angle. And thanks to the balance of her tail, the wall, and the king's shoulder, Sheva's able to angle her thighs further apart to offer him more room to work his magic.
Wait, are there fun sexual endeavors and tricks with magic he can employ at some point in the future?]
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[Ozymandias remains attentive to Sheva's reactions so he doesn't miss the best angle, the amount of pressure that causes her to try to create more friction that he seems set against giving her just yet. Every tremble, every sound guides Ozymandias to give and take, to draw more out of her until he can get her singularly focused on finding her release. He won't let her have it until then either. Even if he has to edge her repeatedly, Ozymandias won't concede to her demands until she's consumed by them.]
[He licks his lips as he takes his mouth away from her for a moment, letting her be in that liminal space between sensations long enough to feel the absence of his touch. Ozymandias moves his fingers up her thigh to run along her outer lips as his gaze remains on her, watching every little shift in her expression.]
How many do you want inside you? One...? Two...?
[As Ozymandias begins counting off fingers, he slows the tempo and emphasizes the count with a pointed stroke to her clit with one more finger than the last at just the right angle.]
Three...?