[She can see and hear and feel the knowledge settling into him. That he belongs to her burrowing its way deep into the core of his self, but this does, of course, cuts both ways after a fashion. He is hers, which means that she is responsible for him. To use and play with him, yes, but praise him when he does well, to see him satisfied when he earns it, to take proper care with discipline and pleasure alike. The responsibility is not lost on her, she relishes the prospect and challenge. And he has done very, very well.

Vivi embraces his role so thoroughly that there's a moment in which Lily finds her mind in a mire of lust so deep and encompassing it threatens to consume her. The way he moves, screams, smells--how he's so wracked with pleasure. Yes, she's doing it all to him, yes, there is something so powerfully satisfying about it, but flames can so easily be turned against the one wielding it and does not differentiate in what or who it burns. If she is not careful whatt remains of her restraint might burn away.

But then, why should she be?

Lily's hips and stroking hand are frantic in their purpose, but there is a simple, inevitable clarity in her mind despite the chaos, or rather because of it. She isn't determined to see him come, it's a fact that is going to happen. She licks a long stripe along his cheek and keeps fucking him until he does. Beautifully, magnificently, so unabashed. It sends her over the edge and she does as he begged, groaning deeply as she fills him with wave after wave of her hot, thick seed. Sweat dots and rolls down her forehead and she needs to take a breath. Lily gathers some of his come, hand leaving his cock before she slowly presses her fingers into his mouth. The speed could be mistaken for gentleness, but she will not be denied.

She lets go of the chain, lets him collapse forward if he must. She will give him a little time, but not much before she carefully moves to flip him on his back, heedless of the come rolling down his thighs.

Lily breathes and removes her with such casualness, it seems that perhaps she just needs to get cool, nothing else will happen. The fact that she sighs with some relief lends credence to this.

But then she licks her lips and offers him a smile that shines like a gleaming dagger before it plunges into skin, and her hips begin to move again. Slowly, powerfully, a rolling tide that grows stronger and stronger. The pleasure of her orgasms floods her senses, and she is drunk on it, the blood pounds in her with a loudness that threatens to deafen, but she wants to go beyond this threshold, to see him utterly shattered, and perhaps herself too.

She chuckles low in her throat, bright, delighted, perhaps not entirely sane. What little softness of her cock steels over in moments and she leans forward to bite and kiss at his neck, working her way upwards to kiss Vivi thoroughly before drawing back with a hum as she tastes him there. With a sweet sigh, her lips brush against his as she speaks.]

We are going on a journey, you and I, my sweet Vivi. To your ruin.