wotanon | Dreamers After Dark (VII)

My my, you didn't strike me as a liar, Nite; we both know I am terribly [she kisses the head of his cock] utterly [and again] devastatingly [a long, slow lick] cute.

[She sucks the head a little, hand pumping him vigorously. She means to keep him on the edge, but without letting him tip over. She won't see her work undone.]

You didn't answer my question. Did you want to come?

Edited 2021-01-20 09:49 (UTC)

You would like to hear me beg, wouldn't you? But no, I think not. Not unless you were going to offer something a bit more satisfying.

[There's still amusement in his tone; though there's an obvious strain there that's not part of his usual sound. The flex of his muscles as he's left twitching... wanting.]

If it were to lay with you... even I might be willing to forgo my pride for a few hours.

[Her hand still works him, but she rises up to meet him, lips not far from his, her voice low, but not needing to be. There isn't anyone else around, and yet she means to make a world that's just the two of them.]

Oh, but I always satisfy, that I promise you. It's relieving to hear, isn't it...? That I can and will, when you want so very, very much.

[Ah, he wants her that badly, but of course, he does.]

Hours, he says. Can you keep my attention that long...?

Oh, but can you wait that long?

[Which of them would buckle first. Both were bubbling under the surface, scrutinizing one another to try and measure. Just to be the one with the better control. And so they continue, dancing, lust building.

In her hand he throbs; as if reminding her how impressive it's size was. Tempting...]

If you doubt me, than why not try me? I'll wager that I will have more than just your attention before long.

I can.

[Was he expecting her to say no? It's in her nature to go with the flow and where she pleases; structure, limitations, and restraint--those are work, but she never does it if it isn't well worth the effort.

Seeing him break is definitely worth it.

Yes, she is wet, yes she aches, but the pain is sweet and it would not be the first time she's set aside her body's immediate needs for a better payoff, even if her wants and moods are changeable.

There's just something about him...she doesn't want to lose to him at all.]

Maybe you will, but not before you answer me.

Edited 2021-01-20 10:30 (UTC)

Oh I want to.

[There's little point in denying it, arousal full and begging the way it is. Even with this little diversion, the tip of him is still beading; skin bright red for just how badly it yearns after coming so close.]

There are so, so many things I want to do with you.

[He reaches up and cups her cheek, pulling her closer.]

So? Will you bend me to your will? Make me beg? Make me yours?

[Despite the heady haze of her eyes, the way she affects laissez-faire (quite literally in this case), her attention on him is quite sharp and observant.

He isn't easily broken.

Oh, he admits he wants her, his cock obviously does, but either by nature or nurture he masters himself. Breaking him down won't be easy, in fact it almost might be imposs--]

All that and more.

[--a word that doesn't belong in her vocabulary; she's never shied away from a challenge.

But there's...something, a feeling, maybe she just believes in her own skills because she cannot fathom it otherwise, but she thinks she can do it. Knows she can.

She continues stroking him, languid and deceptively careful even if her hand isn't--she wants to keep him on the edge, but doesn't want him to tip over it or fall backward into safety where she'll have to start over again.

Even if there is no one else around she whispers by his ear, honey-rich and just as slow]

You want it bad too, don't you? [She kisses under it before tracing the shell of it with her tongue.] Having something of me be only yours.[She sucks the lobe.]

I wonder and wonder, Kyanite, what you could give me...what you will give me.

[She trails kisses down his jaw before coming back to his cock, licking his pre and moaning indulgently at the taste. It's not enough, not by far. She wants more for herself, but he does taste so good...]

You just have to be a bit...nicer, is all.

[She won't cheat with her powers, she'll not have it said the contest was stacked in her favour, so she doesn't weave anything into the dream to her advantage, just uses her own skill.

She returns to sucking him and the challenge here isn't trying to gauge where he is at with his arousal, it's to trying not to lose herself in the moment. He was right earlier about pretending not to like it--that was never the issue, it was trying not to love it too much. She needs to remember what she's doing and she does, but the smell and taste of him...how hot and hard he is is overwhelming and moment to moment it's a labour and a half not to chuck her challenge out the proverbial window.

She wants to touch herself, come when he does, but she needs her hands to stroke him and she won't do half the work. Her lips kiss tenderly and suck so very lewdly at his head, tongue spiraling in indulgent circles.

But every time it seems he comes close she'll stop and let go. He isn't allowed to come until he begs her.]

And how "nice" would you have me be...?

[He is curious. What would she ask of him? What is it that she longs to get from him?

It is sinful how skilled she is with her hands. Though she has never had him in her bed, she reads him like a book. No matter how he tries to hide his responses to throw her off, she plays him like a fiddle.

Again... and again... he gets close. Close enough to leak from the tip. Close enough to feel his balls clench desperately, feel his cock tense-- but he's denied.

Oh how he's denied. And every time he wants it more. Until he's imagining how she'd look with his come splayed across her skin and face. Enough that he forgets, temporarily, just what it was he was trying to hard to hold out for.]

What... what do you want?

How much do you want to come, Nite? Tell me. And say "please". Make it good so I know you mean it. I'll make it worth your while and put it wherever you want me to~

[...that is a tempting offer. He could have what he wanted-- at the price of letting her win. For a long moment he weighs the pros and cons in his head. A loss here was not the end of things.]

...then I will let you see into the depths of my heart this once.

[He'll have to work twice as hard to come back from this, but if she keeps her word-- it will have been worth it.]

As long as you swear to keep your promise, whatever it is I ask you for.

[This isn't what she meant but it's tempting to follow through with his thinking, nonetheless. She'll go with the flow with this one, see where it leads.

She doesn't think he'll ask her anything unreasonable. She knows she should set boundaries and limitations but she's curious enough to wonder what he wants and what he'll ask for without them.

Let's roll the dice and see.]

I will keep it.

[If he's to be honest and give her what she wants, then in order to make it worth his while, it's only fair that he make a request of his own. It is not orthodox-- it changes up the game a bit. But then, there were never specific rules in place to begin with. This is simply what they've done.

He leans in, whispers in her ear so sweetly--]

Then if my begging is to your satisfaction, I would have you on my lap, in my arms, with my cock-- and my come-- deep inside you.

[Let's see what she chooses to do.]

...Fine.

[Her answer is not immediate. She needs time to mull it over, consider and weigh it--it's part of the game.

This is a tremendous lie.

She might have, likely would have, given that to him for free, but she won't tell him as such. She needs to stay ahead. Let him think he's won something out of this. She's sure this will be something to laugh about much later.]

I can promise that--if you do.

[She reminds him of the stipulation to put the idea in his head that it's possible that he might not do a good enough job, that her terms are exacting and won't be done by halves.

It's a little mean, maybe, when she can't help but look forward to those very things, but he can handle that. She knows that and he's shown it.

Still, there's something to be said for earning it and she wants him to mean it, so her lips return to sucking him, head bobbing up and down as she takes his cock as deep asit will go, and then some.]

[The true secret, and perhaps the dirtiest of them all-- is that she doesn't need to work so hard to draw it from him. The thought of his "prize" is more than enough reason to mean every word. But he does not stop her from trying to earn it. The feel of it is more than worth his cheeky silence.

But he does not allow her to do it totally in vain. He holds off, allowing her to hear the full depth of his low moans; breathy and strained. He allows her to feel the tightening grip of his hands in her hair as she works over his more sensitive spots.]

I do not understand it... the deep, unending longing I feel for you. Or why you have caught my eye in a way that no one else yet has. But it burns so fiercely inside of me-- I fear the flames may swallow me alive if I do not have you.

[It is not begging in the traditional sense. It is overly wordy and deep-- yet there is a depth to those words that is not planned or perfected. They rush from his lips like unbidden secrets-- deep truths he struggled to keep locked away. They bring a fierce color to his cheeks; eyes narrowed and hungry as he watches her.]

To come at your hands would but postpone my yearning. I need a heat stronger than my own to overpower the flames. I need to have you. To take you. To feel you. Nothing else will satisfy me.

[Her senses tell her she is playing with fire.

But something is different this time, she is, for a moment, listening to the danger beyond the thrill it might pose.

This man is beyond silly in some ways, all she wanted was for him to beg and say "please" and he can't even manage that much. Instead...it sounds like he's confessing his love for her.

But that can't be.

Still, even if that weren't the case, he has obvious feelings here that, even while they play a game, would be cruel to toy with, so she won't.

Her mouth slides onto him so deeply, so wetly, sucking hard for all she's worth. She's agreed to his terms, but after so many withdrawals and teases, could she really be following through?

Yes, actually.

She takes him as deep as he'll go and deeper still before she bobs her head furiously sucking as hard as she's able to, tongue licking around and under him while her hands play with his balls. She'll see this through to the end.]

[The problem is that... that is his form of begging and saying please. He doesn't know much better. He's terribly bad at it-- but he doesn't have any experience... or at least any memories... to tell him that's not how you do it.

For all his intelligence, consider the fact that he may also be a complete idiot in some regards.

And with her giving him as he pleased, he has no reason to think that did it wrong.

He tenses again; hands curled in her hair tightly a split second before relief finally washes over him. Although she did not keep him waiting nearly as long as she could have; it's still quite abrupt the way he unloads thick stream after thick stream into her throat. His breath shakes as he exhales.]

That was.... [He clears his throat, eyes looking to the side as if he was almost... well and truly ashamed of letting her see him so weakened by desire.] Very nice. Thank you.

[Oh.

Oh, she drinks him down, letting him settle on her tongue and he sears her so wonderfully, all the way down. She moans as she samples and indulges in the warmth. He tastes so good and feels so hot. She just cannot get enough of him--

But every good thing must come to an end. She tries not to be drunk on him, but it's a challenge. She licks her lips and has half a mind to thank him for the meal.

Instead she sighs pleasantly.]

You suck at begging.

[She says with flat amusement and kisses his cheek with no small amount of tenderness.]

But I suck better~

[ She is breathtaking as she drinks him down; to hear her moan makes him want more. What other beautiful noises would she make if the two of them—-

Kyanite needs to catch his breath. Regain his calm. She certainly undid him there for a moment. ]

What a humble mistress. I’m sorry my skills are not to your standards. You see, I can’t say I recall ever having done so before.

[ It is a weak excuse and they both know it. It is no lie, however. It never occurs to him to lie and say something more clever. ]

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It's okay, I'll be sure to teach you. I see a lot of it in your future.

[Is that throwing down the gauntlet? It's throwing down the gauntlet.]

But you should be careful, I might make you call me that~ But for starters...

[She's still stroking his cock, ah is he still hard after all that? How marvelous and powerful. She's in for some fun, she thinks. She wonders how much he can stand!]

It is all about casting off the fetters of shame and restraint, something that can be easy or difficult depending on your personality--I imagine harder for you--but if I'm, for instance, doing a good enough job, it is worth throwing aside your pride.

[And giving it to her, really. It's hard not to feel smug at the prospect--she already does, because even if the method was terrible, the sentiment was very genuine. It's why she accepted it, in the end.]

[Lily suddenly looks desperate and positively starved, her skin flushed crimson as she leans closer to his cock, licking the tip and whimpering. It's as though she hasn't had anything in so long and the only thing that can satiate her is his approval, attention, and love.

That is the force behind her eyes.

She presses her glistening breasts together and worries her lip, moaning.]

P-please, Master Kyanite! I'll be your very good girl. Please--I-I'll do anything, anything at all! I'm yours for whatever you want! I need you so badly, just you--please!

[And she's back to her casual self, smiling!]

You know. Like that.

[She sucks the tip of his cock briefly, letting it go with a fun, wet Pop! noise]

[ He is still hard— and getting harder yet as her demonstration proves to have a powerful effect over him; grasping his attention and holding it prisoner. In that moment he could not take his eyes off her. ]

I... ah. I see. Quite the skilled actress, Miss Lilith.

[ But it proved well that his attempt was rather... lacking. He doubts it was half as entertaining as her act was for him. ]

I do my best. Anyway, I am teasing you a little bit. You could stand to say "please" more, but everyone is also different. The point is I could tell it cost you something to admit what you did and that's the delight of it, sometimes. It all depends on the people involved and the circumstances.

[She glides up his body, barely-clothed breasts pressing against his chest.]

But a promise is a promise. [Her voice lowers as she begins to divest him of his remaining clothes. She does not bother to hide her appreciative stares as more and more of him is properly revealed. He's beautiful and strong, an ideal made flesh.]

How do you want me, Nite? Do you want me to ride you for all I'm worth, watching my breasts bounce as I dance on your cock? Or should I know my place beneath you, humbled by your perfection? Or would you chase mystery, having me on all fours and away from you? Leaving you to wonder what expression I'm making as you fuck me.

[Lily indulgently runs her hands along her sides, moving forward as they run over her breasts and then she hooks her thumbs beneath the straps of her nightgown, watching him the entire while as she slowly, slowly, begins to draw them down her arms, breasts revealing themselves little by aching little--

until she snaps the straps up on her shoulders.]

Any of that or others are your choice.

[ The genuine explanation catches him further off guard as she continues to do so often. His smile is soft as he listens. He still cannot read her for all the parts and pieces he has seen. The puzzle remains. But each piece he uncovers is exciting, delighting him for all that it also frustrates him as he tries to connect them.

But he had not forgotten for one moment her promise, though he did question whether she meant to keep it. And truthfully, he would have no right to complain, even if she left him partially unsatisfied.

Until now it had never occurred to him, for he had yet to unlock that box before he met her. But his desires ran deep-- his lust a well that was slow to drain. He wondered if she would be surprised, if he let her find out for herself just how much he had to offer.

As she toys with her body, his eyes burn into her, following every tantalizing motion. His arms circle lightly around her, pulling her to him, pressing her body against his. Through the silky brush of the nightgown he feels her body press against his own; his cock trapped between them.

Eyes still alight with fire, he kisses her shoulder, her neck, and then when they are again face to face-- ]

To chase you is to chase mystery. For all that it thrills, now... I would see you ride me-- bask in the expressions you make for me and have you bear witness to the expressions you have caused.

[The answers to mysteries are often anti-climatic. It's the chase. The unknown. The wonder.

And a thought occurs to her he will tire of her when he knows enough about her.

Well, then. She can either keep him guessing or enjoy this while it lasts or both.

She has to keep her breathing regular when he stares at her so intensely. Honestly, this game they play...she is certain to win it if she hasn't already. There is no way he knows how deeply he looks at her. Silly man, doesn't he know to play his cards closer than that?

And yet. And yet. Maybe that is his play, to burn her in the bright fires of honest desire and win with an open hand anyway; it's not like it matters if she knows he has a winning one. She still loses. It's funny. She thinks he's rather honest, so far, and yet there's a little mystery (a lot, actually) to him, too.

Lily wills her panties away and in so doing denies him of her own truth: that they were so wet with her desire they'd been bled through and started to glisten because of it.

But he'll know after a fashion, and lifts her hips up, rubbing her slit against his head, back and forth, back and forth. She's so wet, she starts to drip along his head. She's curious to see what he'll do...take her like he's said or wait.]

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