[ Self-awareness, the beauty of life. This is a PSL, and for that very reason unbeknownst to Rin, Dark has not left her alone all day. He's spent most of it following her around the house, rolling around on any surface, tables, the floor— and bringing up the cow bikini at a constant. Today is the day she's going to wear it. He doesn't care! Today's the day he realized they're in a PSL! ]
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiin...
[ He's lost time of how many times he's whined her name now. A grandfather clock in another room begins to chime, and clean on the hour, Dark outstretches the cow bikini to Rin who's probably about to leave the room to start preparing dinner. It's still on the hanger with its tags. ]
Just wear it, Rin. It's so cute! It's almost my birthday.
[ Dark Schneider's birthday is October 1st. Anyway, he's using any excuse he has if the sheer annoyance of harassment isn't working in his favor. He paws at Rin's thigh for her attention, now laying on a nearby couch. 🥺 ]
[With a har-rumph she storms off so she can grab the outfit and stomp off to a bathroom to change.
Unfortunately for him she'll be her finicky self and take a roundabout way to the kitchen so he won't know she has changed unless he goes looking for her.]
[ Dark waits, and waits, and waits. But when Rin doesn't reemerge from the bathroom, he grows impatient. He tries checking on her after a stretch of time has passed— a failed attempt at a jumpscare— but nada.
Eventually, he finds her in the kitchen. He's about to complain, but is stunned by appearances instead! She looks good. Crystal eyes drink her figure up, ogling her as she does whatever she's doing. It's still hard for him to believe she's actually wearing it. A dream come true. ]
I knew you'd look good in that.
[ He knows she'll get embarrassed if he lingers on the topic. Moving beside her with a sudden burst of motivation to help with making dinner (???) his satisfaction is practically palpable around them. ]
Tell me what to do!
[ For now, he's good and keeping his hands off her. For now... ]
[She doesn't like it, really, but it's no worse than the red bikini she wore at Xanadu. The only difference is the little horns and ears that clip to her ribbons. Well, that and the way that the cool air of the room makes her hair stand on end and her nipples stiffen.
But if he ignores it, she'll ignore it. Rin provides him green onion and beansprouts.]
Wash these, chop the green onion and pork belly, and I'll prepare the sauce.
[ No, no. Not yet. The thread's only gone on a few tags, he can't throw himself all into this yet. Besides, he'd told her he would be "perfectly satisfied" with her just wearing the bikini. He has to at the very least pretend that's true a little while longer.
Nostrils flared and without saying anything, Dark moves in front of their designated cutting board, positioning the green onions for chopping. Proper chopping with an actual knife. It's not like he could forget the fit she'd thrown in front of Gray when he'd used magic—
He grips the knife handle in silence. The blade of it hisses and clacks against the wooden surface below, and Dark thinks about Rin's perky tits standing on end beneath the cow print of her bikini. Fuck! She's still missing her cow tail. Where's the milker, again? Upstairs? Haaa...
Before he knows it, he's cut more than enough of the ingredients into small pieces. They're practically diced and made into a salsa-like sauce now. His teeth are clenched together so tightly that he thinks his jaw might lock.
[WELL HOPEFULL HE DIDN'T DICE THE PORK BELLY LIKE THAT.
Rin makes the sauce. Soy, a little chili oil, a small bit of sugar, 'dark soy' and a couple other ingredients. After those are mixed she begins cooking then noodles so they'll be good to pan fry in the wok later.]
What is that? Did you go overboard again? Stop trying to overachieve. If you try too hard you might ruin it.
[ Ah, so she hasn't noticed his pork paste. Dark clears his throat while reaching for the remaining belly that he hasn't yet fucked up, trying to focus on cutting it into proper bite-sized pieces. The onions and beansprouts should be fine, but... she'll get mad if she notices that he wasted meat in the throes of his feral, hyper-testosterone-driven spasm. ]
Nhhg...
[ Dark grunts. He manages to do it correctly this time. In front of his small victory, he stays very, very, still. ]
Done.
[ He is not capable of forming proper sentences at this time. ]
[Ah. She'll just ignore the paste for now. Rin pats him on the head before taking the ingredients over to the stove.]
Good job. You can set the table while I fry the noodles.
[A bit of sesame oil is added to the preheated wok before she tosses the cooked noodles in. Using cooking chopsticks she swirls them around a bit before adding the meat and vegetables.]
Any idea what you want for dessert?
[It would be wise not to say titty milk just yet.]
[ When has Dark ever been so submissive? Just about never. His eyes light up in a content way when her hand comes up to pat him, and Dark, suspiciously cooperative, turns as if he's about to go to the dining table. ]
Cheesecake and vanilla icecream.
[ It's not milk, but it's extremely white and dairy-based. His head is exactly where you'd expect it, and without actually moving to the table, he turns to watch Rin stirfry the noodles for their meal. Hmmm.
Dark's gaze follows the sweet slope of her back— how the bottom of her cow bikini is just a little too tight for her bum. Her buttcheeks are cutely peeking out from the fabric just a little, and he's not sure if she notices. The view of her side boob is great too, as she works around the pan.
And...
Naughty. Dark is naughty. Instead of going to the kitchen, he moves behind her for a hug around her waist instead. She's so small that he practically has to fold forward to do so, but he finds a nice spot on her shoulder to rest his chin on, blue eyes fixed on her cooking. ]
I'll set the table in a bit.
[ An empty promise. For now, he wants to "watch Rin cook" instead. ]
[Hm. When she tries to look his way on her shoulder, her cheek brushes against him. Since he'll clearly be too close to look at Rin keeps her gaze ahead and attempts to keep cooking.]
You'll be in the way if you don't let me move freely.
[ Dark insists. He presses himself up behind Rin, gently locking his arms in place around her and nuzzling against her skin. He kisses her cheek when she attempts to face him next. There's a mischievous smirk on his lips when the proximity prevents her from getting too good a look at him. ]
[Fine, she'll ignore him. And when everything is mostly cooked she'll add the sauce to glaze the noodles, veggies, and meat. He'll have to move around with her as being so short she has to angle the wok a lot to see what she's doing. From there her elbows might knock him around.
Feeling his warmth is comforting. But it also makes her worry a little. She's sure if he gets hard he'll just blame her for wearing the outfit he requested combined with all her moving around.]
[ Oh? She doesn't pull away or beat him off her? This really is a PSL. Just as she's requesting plates, Dark boldly slips one of his large hands up the front of her body, tracing exposed midriff and then settling over one of the breasts that'd caught his attention. After she finds a place to stop cooking for a moment, Dark's index and middle fingers lightly tease an upright nipple through her bikini. ]
I'll get them in a second.
[ He mutters it quietly against her. Blue eyes swim her over again, and even beyond visuals alone, he wants her; feels a pleasant sense of nostalgia in having her in his arms. It's like the dream space they'd shared before, only, well, now she's dressed like this. How is he supposed to resist? What an impossible task. ]
Rin.
[ Dark lightly tugs on her nipple, curious as to whether or not it's as sensitive as it looks when it's stiff like that. ]
Sorry, but you're too cute. I can't just look at you.
[Tohsaka practically growls his name. When her body trembles it's unclear whether it's in anger or a reaction to the way he teases at her breast. Ugh. She can feel it. The familiar tug of arousal. The way her nerves seem electrified when he touches her — even through the fabric.]
If this food I prepared goes cold because you're too busy feeding another appetite I will give everything you want to someone else.
[ Dark calls the bluff as it's bitten. What she threatens is a way for Rin to try and get him under control, isn't it? Her body locks against him and, unafraid of her statement, Dark's hand fondles her with more certainty, carefully swiveling over her tit and flicking across it with the edges of his fingernails. The other hand travels up to take the leftover breast, massaging it and lifting it upward with his palm— ]
It'd hurt me too much if you did that. Right?
[ Not that he expects a reply from her. It's unlikely she'll be honest.
Deciding that he'll act on the impulses overtaking him, Dark takes a step closer into Rin's figure, leaning her closer to the kitchen counter with her chest still in his hands. Her hips lightly press into the surface. Dark's lips move along the shell of Rin's ear, nipping the cartilage of it with his teeth. He hums where she can hear him, and whether she likes it or not, he's noticed how her arousal's started to show itself. ]
D-don't you think you're hurting me by ruining my food!?
[It's not cheap! And she spent time on this! He hasn't even let her turn the heat off. So instead of trying to pry herself from him she focuses on that. So at least he doesn't bend her over the stove and hurt her while the burner is still on.
Which is a mistake. Because he gets more chance to explore her body. Teasing her sensitive breasts to make her knees buckle, pressing himself to pin her between him and the counter, nibbling on her ear...! It's too much. She tries squirming away from him, but it's a fruitless effort. Rin whines.]
Why do you always pick the most annoying times for something like this?
[ Mumbled against her ear. Who's to say whether or not it's true? ]
I'll go to the store for more ingredients if we have to. Promise—
[ Dark's words are a balm over Rin's protests. The stove knob she'd been maneuvering herself for is turned by an unseen force of magic, flame beneath the pan of noodles dimming with a blue flicker and snap. It's quieter in the kitchen without the sound of crackling oil. The air smells like her cooking.
Without saying anything, Dark's hands greedily weigh each of Rin's breasts, and he keeps her pressed against himself before she can angle herself out of his arms to escape. He, at the very least, spares Rin from having to look at him while he teases her; both tugged at the same time, stiff ends tweaked through the fabric of her costume. How on theme that'd she'd react so earnestly to him though, right?
Dark is attentive to Rin as he explores her— he studies how her voice peaks, how her body reacts or shudders when he touches her a certain way. He's happy to spoil her, really; she just always puts up such a fight to resist. ]
It feels better when I touch them for you, doesn't it?
[ It's not news to him that she masturbates. As if to punctuate the point he's making, Dark peels his touch over the cow-printed fabric. There's breath on Rin's skin, then lips on her throat. The familiar notes of Dark's shampoo contrast with the smell of stirfry across from them. Allowing her to watch him work, he slowly pulls each piece of Rin's bikini of the way, letting the sweet, perky tits from beneath drop and spill out of it in a pretty way. He presses his thumb into the sides of each one. His lust is stirred by the imprint of fat and how her puffy nipples peek lewdly from the gaps of his fingers. They look so naughty in his grip that he can't help but lick his teeth and sigh. ]
[In an attempt to turn her face away from him she accidentally gives him more space to set his lips over her neck. Rin screws her eyes shut. Too embarrassed to even look at her own body and how it reacts positively to his teasing. Especially after he pulls aside the fabric and reveals the stiff peaks of her breasts. Radiating pink from the way they flush with blood from being stimulated.]
Shut up. I hate you.
[Yet even so her hands aren't pushing him away. Her voice is more pout than it is bite, and she holds back a whimper by chewing on the inside of her lip. Simply: she doesn't want to admit he's right. Even as her weight slowly begins to melt against him rather than trying to stand on her own.]
[ Mean commentary, but without bite. Dark feels a heat radiate from the cartilage of Rin's ear, and he grins softly around it before he slips the lobe between his teeth to nibble. The kitchen is stiflingly silent. Aside from the rustle of his ministrations and provoked heartbeat, sounds of even the slightest breath or touch escalated higher. There’s strength in him when Rin’s weight begins to sag, and hooking a thumb into the lower half of her bikini, he carefully whirls her around to face him with a sharp snap of elastic.
It doesn’t matter if she can’t look at him just yet. The fact alone that she hasn’t actively protested his advances is already progress in months' worth of passing. Crystal eyes flicker over her face to study her before he moves down on her frame, catching a soft mound of breast under his lips to kiss with an open mouth. Wet teeth and tongue passes over an irresistable shade of pink, and all the same, Dark’s thinking two steps ahead; of making her feel good, whether she’ll admit it to him or not.
He'll ease her into it. 'The thumb of his right hand strokes Rin’s clitoral hood, while the middle one, further back, delves into her thigh gap for the outer folds of her pussy. He rubs her like that steadily. Through his efforts, it’s clear that Dark Schneider has navigated many bodies, and for centuries. Still, what's clearer is that it doesn’t change the fact that he wants hers. He wants Rin, and he wants her wet for him. He'll work and service her until he feels her juices slipping down his digits and can hear her sopping around his strokes.
Humming around her, Dark suckles Rin’s breast so it’s pulled up and off her bikini top line. It's dropped and bounces with a lewd spring atop it when he releases. Although Rin doesn't have it in her to take a good look, Dark is happy to drink in the sight of her reactions. ]
I just got an idea.
[ The statement is laced with mischievous subtext.
All the same, Dark's other hand gives Rin’s other breast a thorough groping, letting its nipple twist and brush beneath his palm. Honed in on his prey and cruel, he bullies her clit with even more focus while making his proposal aloud. Who knows what she'll say. Is she even in a place to reply? ]
[Everything happens so fast that it's difficult for her to catch up. It seems like in a blink of an eye he has his mouth on her, but that makes her panic immediately. Her hands fist in his hair — though the power behind the action wavers because of how his assault on her clit makes her body quiver.]
You—! You didn't even let me set down rules, or... or anything! No using your mouth! And... why are we still in the kitchen?! All I can think about is food if we're right next to it!
[There's a halfhearted attempt to push him off with a little kick as her hands try and put the bikini top back over her breasts.]
[ Dark keeps hold of her even as she attempts squirming and freeing herself. Her bikini hits the bridge of his nose, and he stubbornly nuzzles her skin in turn, refusing to give her up. His lips part so he can swirl his tongue over her nipple a few times, squinting up at her face through his silver lashes. ]
Not like I'm plotting out a BDSM scene. Rules are for pets or children, neither of which apply to me.
[ Which is debatable, but. Well, let's let him have it. And why's Rin so hung up over him using his mouth? He doesn't listen to her, and instead moves his head to close his mouth over her other breast. She's so picky, bringing up the kitchen and everything too.
As her legs shift to try and kick him, he's got better access to her cunt. His fingers hook the fabric off to the side and tuck it into the crease of her thigh. With her cunt now exposed, he can now touch her more directly and deliberately, swiveling over her most sensitive spots until she buckles. ]
You're overthinking this. Do you really think I'm going to do anything to make you feel bad?
[Her whole body seems to jump the moment he brushes over her hooded clit so directly. In her anger becomes so riled that her eyes start to water from frustration, but also from the intensity stimulation from being touched by another. Her nerves yearn to sing from his touch, but her own fears weigh heavy. Fisting her hands in his hair again she tries to pull at his silky white locks to get his mouth off her.]
[ Dark blows a raspberry into her tit like a fart before groaning and pulling his head back. He withdraws his hands from her to straighten himself and step back, looking Rin over dryly and running his fingers through his own hair instead. His mouth tightens in an unhappy line. ]
What's there to even hate? You want me to lay you in a bed of strawberries, roses, and feathers instead?
[Tohsaka YELPS when he blows that raspberry against her tit, and because of that she's hurriedly trying to reset the bikini to its original position. Both on top and below.]
Just a normal bed is fine! You really think I'd be okay just letting you take me against the counter? Pervert! And you wouldn't even listen to me! What if I wanted to make a deal about you not using your mouth? We could trade something.
My mouth's not up for negotiation; you're basically asking me to eat icecream without a spoon. And besides, wouldn't you rather me use it than you have to deal with hearing me talk, anyway? You were already embarrassed about some rubbing and sucking without me practically saying anything at all.
[ So she doesn't want the kitchen. Is it really so hard for her to ignore her own cooking? Well, fine. He'll just heft her up onto his forearm and bring her back to the bedroom. In a resigned moment, Dark collects her in her disorderly cow bikini. He's sure to take an empty drinking glass in his free hand, for who knows why.
He teleports them back to her bedroom in the blink of an eye. There to make an atmosphere, velvet canopy and thick red blankets of the king-sized bed befitting of the ojou-sama that she is. Dark lowers Rin off her perch, onto the edge of the bed instead. Her cow bell jingles cutely— cutely enough to make him forget what a hassle this is.
Clink. The drinking glass is set down on an end table. ]
Happy now?
[ Rustle, rustle. He's slowly sinking his own weight onto the bed, straddling Rin's lap with his knees and removing his sleeveless top in one rough, quick motion. Pulled from the collar, his fluffy hair pools all around his skin without it. There's a majesty to him, despite his personality. ]
[At this point Rin is quite used to the manhandling. He picks her up like a doll and sets her down like she weighs nothing. It's ridiculous, really, and punctuated by how he climbs above her like an animal getting close to show off how big and intimidating it is. And it's not like she hasn't been close to attractive men before. Archer certainly comes to mind, but that man is worlds away in personality and demeaner when compared to Dark.
To give her some space, some breathing room, Rin allows her back to fall upon the mattress. Soft and light — with a little pomf of bed linens — she settles. Blue, with a hint of green, like the ocean... those eyes look up at him as the Highstorm moonlight filters in from the windows and reflects off his fair hair.
Tch. Like something out of a trashy romance novel (how would she know?). Rin frowns and averts her gaze to prevent herself from being sucked in by the picture-esque scene.]
Not up for negotiation? Even if I said I'd wear those breast machines if you promised not to use your mouth?
[ Dark is quiet, but his eyes are diamond sharp. His single-mindedness is left somewhere behind, and it's observable that he's not weighing the option she presents to him, but instead, dissecting beyond it. There's no spark, no flicker of judgment in his eyes as she resists— no tantrum, no irritation, or anything like that.
With Rin beneath him and yet looking anywhere but at him, Dark lowers his head like a night spirit about to feed. Locks of his hair rain lightly across her skin, each piece long and hanging down like the hanging leaves of a willow tree. He catches her chin in his hand and turns her face upward to look at him. Even in dim lighting, he can see that the tips of her ears are darker than the rest of her. ]
What are you so scared of letting me taste you?
[ He asks, voice close to her clavicle. Twice now. Once, during the Blight, and now. Whether or not she'll be honest with him — (which he's not sure of; they've certainly developed some kind of Tom and Jerry act) — he can at the very least assert that he knows that her haggling and weaseling is about something else entirely. ]
Tell me why, first.
[ Dark's fingertips brush over the rise of her chest, gentle while they trace down the firm line of her sternum. He won't look at her, either, if it scares her— but there's a rooted gravity to him in a scene such as this one. ]
[It's so much. The warmth of his breath, the way his hair tickles her skin... It's too much. Which is why even as her skin flushes with color she winces her eyes shut. Her whole body quivers beneath him, and goosebumps begin to form. Raising the vellus hairs of her body on end. Before she can answer her own breath hitches — catching in her throat.]
I don't want anybody to taste me. It'll be just like my medicine.
[And if someone like her, who has endured that medicine nearly all her life, still hates the bitterness of the herbs, and the coppery taste of the ground bone, then how could anyone not used to it like such a thing? She needs to be able to wash it all away. Wipe something on her skin to replace and mask it. Rin even refuses to let herself have hair under her arms, on her legs, or even between them because hair captures scent and makes it cling.]
[ Another serious question to follow. Dark keeps his eyes from wandering up, merely accepting the weight of what he's told. Swallowing it. His hand ventures and delves down the flat of Rin's belly, between her thighs again, before his digits run over the groove of her cunt tucked away. He finds her clit. ]
The reason I want to use my mouth isn't for taste anyway, you know. Not really.
[Opening her mouth to reply is a mistake because the moment she tries to speak is when his fingers find that sensitive nub through the fabric of the bikini. Her voice leaps up her throat as a high pitched yelp, and it causes her face to turn an even deeper shade of scarlet.]
N-no! I just don't wa-wan't... it.
[The end of her voice trails off in a sigh. Her body melting under his touch, and her legs seeming to part for him even if her brow furrows and creates a harsh line.]
I guess you don't really want me to wear those things that much, do you?
[ Just a critique for her. Despite picking on her for the back and forth, Dark hooks her bikini out of the way to keep swiveling over Rin's weak spot. To put some emphasis on his work, he sends a light pulse of magic through it, watching her and anticipating her cries. The more he spends time on her clitoris, the more swollen and prominent it feels when stirred and stimulated by his touch. It's cute. A thin wetness having started to drip is spread over his fingers. ]
And I think you want to try wearing those things about as badly as I want these perky tits back in my mouth.
[ And if not, it'll certainly be soon. Tipping her closer to orgasm on his fingers, his free hand squeezes one of her breasts and shoots another magical rush across its surface. A hard wave of warmth, then a long lingering tingle over the nipple left behind. When Dark's finished, she'll want nothing more than to be squeezed and sucked. Essentially, Dark is trapping Rin in a feeling of fullness and an animal-like heat that can only be sated by him. ]
[There's a small 'yip' from her when she feels her slit exposed to the cool air of the room. The following whine is nearly grumbled, and she foes cry, as if shocked, when he sends a jolt of magic through it.]
—Ah! That's too much!
[One of her hands find themselves in his hair, and she grips his locks even tighter when he teases her breast. Damn him. She hates the familiar ache that builds within her. The warmth that starts as embers and stoked until it's roaring like a furnace. She hates that he makes it difficult for her to think. That she struggles to make a retort.]
Idiot! Moron! Why are you so mean? Do you actually hate me? Why won't you listen?
[Worthless complaints. All lacking substance. Simple, ineffective whining meant to delay any notion of her "giving in". Even so he wears away at her walls. Like waves of the ocean eroding the cliffs at shore.]
[ Rin, here of anyone, certainly has the most control of him after all. He's nuzzled against her armpit when her hips lurch and fingers tightly curl in his hair. The slick fingers flicking over her clit shift so that he's thumbing her instead, other fingers used to spread her cunt apart to catch some of the AC's chill against its pink folds. ]
Actually, I'd say I'm pretty nice to you. I've held back from taking this cute pussy of yours for a really long time, plan to use the machine on you like you want it...—that, and I even might not put my mouth on you anymore. Because I'm so nice and respectful, see?
[ Dark is self satisfied by his own reasoning. Before Rin can even respond to him, he explicitly displays what effect his magic has had on her, squeezing the fat of her breast until a short shot of milk erupts from its nipple. How heavenly that must feel. In anticipated timing, Dark moves over her to catch it on the flat of his tongue— lapping the milk up and running the white of it along his fangs' surface. At the same time, his fingers are following the opening of Rin's pussy, rolling over it and reminding her that his mind will always be on it, actively or not. He hasn't stopped bullying her clit, with full aim to make her come as an appetizer. ]
[The sudden release of pressure she didn't even realize was there, because of the way he's been forming a dual pronged attack on her, makes Rin nearly screech when that white liquid squirts forth from her teat.]
Wh-wh-what the hell!? Did you do that to me?
[And now she feels uneven. Her unattended breast seems full, almost swollen, but not to the point of pain or tenderness just yet. All the while he still teases her. Still rolls the pad of his thumb over her sensitive nub while his fingers toy at her hole. As if urging her to beg for them to slip inside.
Under his touch he'll feel her muscles twitch. Her pussy squeezing at what's not there, her arousal slickening his fingers and dripping from her. Rin's muscles grow tense. Tightening as her pleasure steadily climbs with his continued ministrations. Her body years for more. For his lips on her, for his fingers inside her, yet such truths just make her tug on his hair more.]
No, of course not. You’d just say no. Feels good though, doesn’t it?
[ Difficult to control, he merely turns his head in her hold. He milks the opposite tit with a similar pressure, angling it so that the milk bursts out in a white streak for his open mouth yet again. It’s quite a show, really, but nonetheless erotic. Under the influence of his magic, her body want more of it, and Dark is happy to enjoy the spoils. He simply enjoys the makeshift dairy cow he’s made of Rin.
He feels her pussy tighten and grip emptily, the opening of it kissing at the pads of his fingers and practically trying to suck him up in it. To relieve her aching— the ache she insists upon invoking upon herself, he lazily purrs and begins thrusting the side of his hand along her cunt to rub one out. ]
[She hates it! She hates him! But he's right, it does feel good. Terribly so. Her body yearns for more. Something rhythmic and consistent. In fact when he begins giving her more of that friction her hips respond in kind. Bucking and twitching to try and find a pace that harmonizes with his.
Tohsaka whines. Her head falling back and her neck arching along with her spine.]
[ Rin's hips rock against the thrusts, and Dark's forearm— tensing, holds firm. The surface is still littered with demon pacts; other discord symptoms have yet to show. One might argue he'd simply embraced a fresh look. Dark certainly looks the part of a bad boy right now, picking on Rin despite her regular protests. ]
Does it piss you off that I don't need your permission?
[ The question is a tactic to corner her. Because either she'll have to agree with him, say yes, or otherwise admit that she's not as angry about the arrangement as she claims.
Pulling both of her tits closer together with his hand and making a groove of cleavage between them, Dark gently presses down with his palm so that milk can slowly, satisfyingly, stream out of each of their tips in a soft arch. He dares dip the fingers of his other hand into her cunt— just once, to see how it might wring and squeeze hungrily around them. ]
[Immediately Dark's fingers are enveloped with warmth. Slick, hot flesh surrounding the digits he sneaks inside her. It doesn't take much pressure to sink inside, but once they're there he's held so firmly. So tightly.]
Shut u— Ah!
[Relief. It feels good for that soft, inner flesh to have something to hold onto. It feels good for that pressure to be lessened as he coaxes the warm, white liquid from her breasts. It's insane. Its ridiculous. It makes her want to kick and scream, but all she can do is moan and pray that the sheets aren't irreparably stained.
Close. She's so close. Close enough that she has stopped moving in favor of just feeling how he works her over. Just a little bit more... Her eyes water and she bites her lip. Rin screws her eyes shut. Refusing to look at him as her body is in the precipice. Her nerves cry out, her heartbeat thunders in her ears. The walls of her aching pussy squeeze each and every inch of those fingers he presses into her.]
[ Even if Rin is still denying him, she at the very least isn't shoving, kicking, or batting him off. He likes feeling her cunt cling and grip around his fingers, how it holds onto him in an earnest way that she refuses to. He strokes and spoils her upper wall in a come hither sort of motion, index and middle fingers curling and pressing against her G-spot. Her clit has started swelling, seeming to peek out from its hood and wonder where he's gone. ]
Whatever the hell this is is good for now, but I'm still going to fuck you one day.
[ Dark promises Rin this eventuality while he continues. His digits are experienced and relaxed as they pleasure her, responding to how she twists and locks up on the bed top. It's not what she wants to hear, perhaps, but Dark is strangely in his element and serene when it comes to sex. It's as if he'll sponge up anything she lashes his way— nothing stings, nothing lands.
He neglects her breasts for a while. Dark thinks it's cuter and more erotic to edge Rin by the pussy and make her recognize that she's at his mercy. Either she'll wait for him, or she'll be forced to face the humiliation of milking her own breasts in front of him. They're not big enough for her to suck on herself, either, should she brave the taste of the flavor she so self-consciously guards.
Dark nestles pleasantly against Rin's turned head. He's thoughtful and decisive. Three fingers thrust in and out of her in a deliberate rhythm until slick, obscene sounds are heard stirring around them. It's as if Rin's pussy is trying to keep him there inside of him each time, wringing whatever he offers in desperation to be filled. ]
I'll punish you if you come, Rin.
[ It's a warning, but also a mindgame. She's close, and he can tell. She'll hate if she sees her orgasm, but she'll also hate being told what to do just as much. He's curious as to how the cards will fall. To make things more intense for her, an arm hooks under one of her legs to push it upward— exposing her dripping entrance all the more. ]
[Tohsaka keeps her head turned from him. Tucked toward the bedlinens as she's trying to hide the way the her face twists with the bittersweet sensations that flood her. The tips of her ears burn red hot from the sounds of her own pleasured pussy filling the room. How awful, how disgusting, that her body be so stereotypically "more honest" than the rest of her.
It isn't the purr of his voice in her ear telling her what to do, it isn't the shame or humiliation of her reactions that get her, or how her breasts swell and ache to be relieved again. His consistent rhythm, his targeted touch, sends her over the edge. Moments before she reaches that peak her hips involuntarily buck — seeking his ministrations and the pressure of his thumb on her clit. When she finally falls from that precipice her body locks up. Seized by the overwhelming jolt of ecstasy that makes her nerves sing.
Tohsaka calls out wordlessly. Her hips lifting from the bed as her back forms a severe arch. All her muscles tighten harshly before dissolving into a wave of weak spasms. Her inner walls squeeze his tireless fingers like a vice before fluttering around him — as if trying to massage them for the release of something they cannot provide.
In the end Rin is limp on the bed. Flushed red and panting weakly as her body attempts to recovery from the intensity of her orgasm. Tears gently well at the corners of her eyes as her lungs heave for air. She must have been holding her breath earlier.]
[ Rin's body hiccups around his fingers, locking up and tightening around his strokes. A choked and self-stifled cry spills out of her when she orgasms— half of her face pressed to the side and stubbornly trying not to see him. But Dark recognizes an orgasm for an orgasm, ashamed or not. He feels her peak rolling across his digits like hard waves on a beach's shore; still strong, potent enough to make her cry. She's... cute. He thinks that while her limbs go floppy, and when he sees she's stopped actively resisting the sensation so much.
Pussy juice has collected noisily on the ends of his fingers. In the throes of her release, he doubts she's as likely to protest against him taking a lick of them. So that's precisely what he does. They momentarily abandon her cunt and provide nothing to squeeze anymore. Wild and unable to be bridled, Dark's tongue drags up the length of his fingers to lick them clean. He's like a lion.
Maybe there's a taste to her fluids, maybe there isn't. But Dark doesn't care either way. Rin just tastes like a virgin woman. His virgin woman, at that. How proud Dark feels of bringing her some sexual satisfaction. He combs some of the deep brunette hair from her face before he starts fondling her milk-filled breasts again. ]
Didn't I say not to come?
[ Pink, puffy nipples peek through the gaps of his slick fingers. He presses down on her skin until white streams dribble down the back of his hands— they follow the cascades there of masculine veins and ligaments. ]
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HANG ME UP AND STRIP ME CLEAN THERE'S MEAT THERE'S MEAT ON ME 🫀
Riiiiiiiiiiiiiin...
[ He's lost time of how many times he's whined her name now. A grandfather clock in another room begins to chime, and clean on the hour, Dark outstretches the cow bikini to Rin who's probably about to leave the room to start preparing dinner. It's still on the hanger with its tags. ]
Just wear it, Rin. It's so cute! It's almost my birthday.
[ Dark Schneider's birthday is October 1st. Anyway, he's using any excuse he has if the sheer annoyance of harassment isn't working in his favor. He paws at Rin's thigh for her attention, now laying on a nearby couch. 🥺 ]
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[Unfortunately for Dark she still has to stay somewhat in character.]
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We might not have that long—
[ His explanation doesn't make sense. ]
Don't you want me to stop bugging you about it?
[ Dark drags himself across the couch like a zombie without legs before draping himself over the armrest to be closer to her. ]
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I only have to wear it?
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Yeah! Just try it on. I'll be perfectly satisfied. ♡
[ That's the magic password, isn't it?! To getting this scenario unlock itself for him? ]
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[With a har-rumph she storms off so she can grab the outfit and stomp off to a bathroom to change.
Unfortunately for him she'll be her finicky self and take a roundabout way to the kitchen so he won't know she has changed unless he goes looking for her.]
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Eventually, he finds her in the kitchen. He's about to complain, but is stunned by appearances instead! She looks good. Crystal eyes drink her figure up, ogling her as she does whatever she's doing. It's still hard for him to believe she's actually wearing it. A dream come true. ]
I knew you'd look good in that.
[ He knows she'll get embarrassed if he lingers on the topic. Moving beside her with a sudden burst of motivation to help with making dinner (???) his satisfaction is practically palpable around them. ]
Tell me what to do!
[ For now, he's good and keeping his hands off her. For now... ]
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But if he ignores it, she'll ignore it. Rin provides him green onion and beansprouts.]
Wash these, chop the green onion and pork belly, and I'll prepare the sauce.
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Nostrils flared and without saying anything, Dark moves in front of their designated cutting board, positioning the green onions for chopping. Proper chopping with an actual knife. It's not like he could forget the fit she'd thrown in front of Gray when he'd used magic—
He grips the knife handle in silence. The blade of it hisses and clacks against the wooden surface below, and Dark thinks about Rin's perky tits standing on end beneath the cow print of her bikini. Fuck! She's still missing her cow tail. Where's the milker, again? Upstairs? Haaa...
Before he knows it, he's cut more than enough of the ingredients into small pieces. They're practically diced and made into a salsa-like sauce now. His teeth are clenched together so tightly that he thinks his jaw might lock.
Her... tits. Her little tits! Hhhhhhhhhh. ]
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Rin makes the sauce. Soy, a little chili oil, a small bit of sugar, 'dark soy' and a couple other ingredients. After those are mixed she begins cooking then noodles so they'll be good to pan fry in the wok later.]
What is that? Did you go overboard again? Stop trying to overachieve. If you try too hard you might ruin it.
[Same goes for his chances with the milker.]
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Nhhg...
[ Dark grunts. He manages to do it correctly this time. In front of his small victory, he stays very, very, still. ]
Done.
[ He is not capable of forming proper sentences at this time. ]
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Good job. You can set the table while I fry the noodles.
[A bit of sesame oil is added to the preheated wok before she tosses the cooked noodles in. Using cooking chopsticks she swirls them around a bit before adding the meat and vegetables.]
Any idea what you want for dessert?
[It would be wise not to say titty milk just yet.]
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Cheesecake and vanilla icecream.
[ It's not milk, but it's extremely white and dairy-based. His head is exactly where you'd expect it, and without actually moving to the table, he turns to watch Rin stirfry the noodles for their meal. Hmmm.
Dark's gaze follows the sweet slope of her back— how the bottom of her cow bikini is just a little too tight for her bum. Her buttcheeks are cutely peeking out from the fabric just a little, and he's not sure if she notices. The view of her side boob is great too, as she works around the pan.
And...
Naughty. Dark is naughty. Instead of going to the kitchen, he moves behind her for a hug around her waist instead. She's so small that he practically has to fold forward to do so, but he finds a nice spot on her shoulder to rest his chin on, blue eyes fixed on her cooking. ]
I'll set the table in a bit.
[ An empty promise. For now, he wants to "watch Rin cook" instead. ]
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You'll be in the way if you don't let me move freely.
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[ Dark insists. He presses himself up behind Rin, gently locking his arms in place around her and nuzzling against her skin. He kisses her cheek when she attempts to face him next. There's a mischievous smirk on his lips when the proximity prevents her from getting too good a look at him. ]
Ignore me if you want to. Or don't.
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Feeling his warmth is comforting. But it also makes her worry a little. She's sure if he gets hard he'll just blame her for wearing the outfit he requested combined with all her moving around.]
I'll need the plates ready soon.
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I'll get them in a second.
[ He mutters it quietly against her. Blue eyes swim her over again, and even beyond visuals alone, he wants her; feels a pleasant sense of nostalgia in having her in his arms. It's like the dream space they'd shared before, only, well, now she's dressed like this. How is he supposed to resist? What an impossible task. ]
Rin.
[ Dark lightly tugs on her nipple, curious as to whether or not it's as sensitive as it looks when it's stiff like that. ]
Sorry, but you're too cute. I can't just look at you.
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[Tohsaka practically growls his name. When her body trembles it's unclear whether it's in anger or a reaction to the way he teases at her breast. Ugh. She can feel it. The familiar tug of arousal. The way her nerves seem electrified when he touches her — even through the fabric.]
If this food I prepared goes cold because you're too busy feeding another appetite I will give everything you want to someone else.
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[ Dark calls the bluff as it's bitten. What she threatens is a way for Rin to try and get him under control, isn't it? Her body locks against him and, unafraid of her statement, Dark's hand fondles her with more certainty, carefully swiveling over her tit and flicking across it with the edges of his fingernails. The other hand travels up to take the leftover breast, massaging it and lifting it upward with his palm— ]
It'd hurt me too much if you did that. Right?
[ Not that he expects a reply from her. It's unlikely she'll be honest.
Deciding that he'll act on the impulses overtaking him, Dark takes a step closer into Rin's figure, leaning her closer to the kitchen counter with her chest still in his hands. Her hips lightly press into the surface. Dark's lips move along the shell of Rin's ear, nipping the cartilage of it with his teeth. He hums where she can hear him, and whether she likes it or not, he's noticed how her arousal's started to show itself. ]
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[It's not cheap! And she spent time on this! He hasn't even let her turn the heat off. So instead of trying to pry herself from him she focuses on that. So at least he doesn't bend her over the stove and hurt her while the burner is still on.
Which is a mistake. Because he gets more chance to explore her body. Teasing her sensitive breasts to make her knees buckle, pressing himself to pin her between him and the counter, nibbling on her ear...! It's too much. She tries squirming away from him, but it's a fruitless effort. Rin whines.]
Why do you always pick the most annoying times for something like this?
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[ Mumbled against her ear. Who's to say whether or not it's true? ]
I'll go to the store for more ingredients if we have to. Promise—
[ Dark's words are a balm over Rin's protests. The stove knob she'd been maneuvering herself for is turned by an unseen force of magic, flame beneath the pan of noodles dimming with a blue flicker and snap. It's quieter in the kitchen without the sound of crackling oil. The air smells like her cooking.
Without saying anything, Dark's hands greedily weigh each of Rin's breasts, and he keeps her pressed against himself before she can angle herself out of his arms to escape. He, at the very least, spares Rin from having to look at him while he teases her; both tugged at the same time, stiff ends tweaked through the fabric of her costume. How on theme that'd she'd react so earnestly to him though, right?
Dark is attentive to Rin as he explores her— he studies how her voice peaks, how her body reacts or shudders when he touches her a certain way. He's happy to spoil her, really; she just always puts up such a fight to resist. ]
It feels better when I touch them for you, doesn't it?
[ It's not news to him that she masturbates. As if to punctuate the point he's making, Dark peels his touch over the cow-printed fabric. There's breath on Rin's skin, then lips on her throat. The familiar notes of Dark's shampoo contrast with the smell of stirfry across from them. Allowing her to watch him work, he slowly pulls each piece of Rin's bikini of the way, letting the sweet, perky tits from beneath drop and spill out of it in a pretty way. He presses his thumb into the sides of each one. His lust is stirred by the imprint of fat and how her puffy nipples peek lewdly from the gaps of his fingers. They look so naughty in his grip that he can't help but lick his teeth and sigh. ]
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Shut up. I hate you.
[Yet even so her hands aren't pushing him away. Her voice is more pout than it is bite, and she holds back a whimper by chewing on the inside of her lip. Simply: she doesn't want to admit he's right. Even as her weight slowly begins to melt against him rather than trying to stand on her own.]
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[ Mean commentary, but without bite. Dark feels a heat radiate from the cartilage of Rin's ear, and he grins softly around it before he slips the lobe between his teeth to nibble. The kitchen is stiflingly silent. Aside from the rustle of his ministrations and provoked heartbeat, sounds of even the slightest breath or touch escalated higher. There’s strength in him when Rin’s weight begins to sag, and hooking a thumb into the lower half of her bikini, he carefully whirls her around to face him with a sharp snap of elastic.
It doesn’t matter if she can’t look at him just yet. The fact alone that she hasn’t actively protested his advances is already progress in months' worth of passing. Crystal eyes flicker over her face to study her before he moves down on her frame, catching a soft mound of breast under his lips to kiss with an open mouth. Wet teeth and tongue passes over an irresistable shade of pink, and all the same, Dark’s thinking two steps ahead; of making her feel good, whether she’ll admit it to him or not.
He'll ease her into it. 'The thumb of his right hand strokes Rin’s clitoral hood, while the middle one, further back, delves into her thigh gap for the outer folds of her pussy. He rubs her like that steadily. Through his efforts, it’s clear that Dark Schneider has navigated many bodies, and for centuries. Still, what's clearer is that it doesn’t change the fact that he wants hers. He wants Rin, and he wants her wet for him. He'll work and service her until he feels her juices slipping down his digits and can hear her sopping around his strokes.
Humming around her, Dark suckles Rin’s breast so it’s pulled up and off her bikini top line. It's dropped and bounces with a lewd spring atop it when he releases. Although Rin doesn't have it in her to take a good look, Dark is happy to drink in the sight of her reactions. ]
I just got an idea.
[ The statement is laced with mischievous subtext.
All the same, Dark's other hand gives Rin’s other breast a thorough groping, letting its nipple twist and brush beneath his palm. Honed in on his prey and cruel, he bullies her clit with even more focus while making his proposal aloud. Who knows what she'll say. Is she even in a place to reply? ]
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You—! You didn't even let me set down rules, or... or anything! No using your mouth! And... why are we still in the kitchen?! All I can think about is food if we're right next to it!
[There's a halfhearted attempt to push him off with a little kick as her hands try and put the bikini top back over her breasts.]
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Not like I'm plotting out a BDSM scene. Rules are for pets or children, neither of which apply to me.
[ Which is debatable, but. Well, let's let him have it. And why's Rin so hung up over him using his mouth? He doesn't listen to her, and instead moves his head to close his mouth over her other breast. She's so picky, bringing up the kitchen and everything too.
As her legs shift to try and kick him, he's got better access to her cunt. His fingers hook the fabric off to the side and tuck it into the crease of her thigh. With her cunt now exposed, he can now touch her more directly and deliberately, swiveling over her most sensitive spots until she buckles. ]
You're overthinking this. Do you really think I'm going to do anything to make you feel bad?
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[Her whole body seems to jump the moment he brushes over her hooded clit so directly. In her anger becomes so riled that her eyes start to water from frustration, but also from the intensity stimulation from being touched by another. Her nerves yearn to sing from his touch, but her own fears weigh heavy. Fisting her hands in his hair again she tries to pull at his silky white locks to get his mouth off her.]
This isn't even comfortable! I hate it!
[She's so fussy!]
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What's there to even hate? You want me to lay you in a bed of strawberries, roses, and feathers instead?
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Just a normal bed is fine! You really think I'd be okay just letting you take me against the counter? Pervert! And you wouldn't even listen to me! What if I wanted to make a deal about you not using your mouth? We could trade something.
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[ So she doesn't want the kitchen. Is it really so hard for her to ignore her own cooking? Well, fine. He'll just heft her up onto his forearm and bring her back to the bedroom. In a resigned moment, Dark collects her in her disorderly cow bikini. He's sure to take an empty drinking glass in his free hand, for who knows why.
He teleports them back to her bedroom in the blink of an eye. There to make an atmosphere, velvet canopy and thick red blankets of the king-sized bed befitting of the ojou-sama that she is. Dark lowers Rin off her perch, onto the edge of the bed instead. Her cow bell jingles cutely— cutely enough to make him forget what a hassle this is.
Clink. The drinking glass is set down on an end table. ]
Happy now?
[ Rustle, rustle. He's slowly sinking his own weight onto the bed, straddling Rin's lap with his knees and removing his sleeveless top in one rough, quick motion. Pulled from the collar, his fluffy hair pools all around his skin without it. There's a majesty to him, despite his personality. ]
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To give her some space, some breathing room, Rin allows her back to fall upon the mattress. Soft and light — with a little pomf of bed linens — she settles. Blue, with a hint of green, like the ocean... those eyes look up at him as the Highstorm moonlight filters in from the windows and reflects off his fair hair.
Tch. Like something out of a trashy romance novel (how would she know?). Rin frowns and averts her gaze to prevent herself from being sucked in by the picture-esque scene.]
Not up for negotiation? Even if I said I'd wear those breast machines if you promised not to use your mouth?
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With Rin beneath him and yet looking anywhere but at him, Dark lowers his head like a night spirit about to feed. Locks of his hair rain lightly across her skin, each piece long and hanging down like the hanging leaves of a willow tree. He catches her chin in his hand and turns her face upward to look at him. Even in dim lighting, he can see that the tips of her ears are darker than the rest of her. ]
What are you so scared of letting me taste you?
[ He asks, voice close to her clavicle. Twice now. Once, during the Blight, and now. Whether or not she'll be honest with him — (which he's not sure of; they've certainly developed some kind of Tom and Jerry act) — he can at the very least assert that he knows that her haggling and weaseling is about something else entirely. ]
Tell me why, first.
[ Dark's fingertips brush over the rise of her chest, gentle while they trace down the firm line of her sternum. He won't look at her, either, if it scares her— but there's a rooted gravity to him in a scene such as this one. ]
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I don't want anybody to taste me. It'll be just like my medicine.
[And if someone like her, who has endured that medicine nearly all her life, still hates the bitterness of the herbs, and the coppery taste of the ground bone, then how could anyone not used to it like such a thing? She needs to be able to wash it all away. Wipe something on her skin to replace and mask it. Rin even refuses to let herself have hair under her arms, on her legs, or even between them because hair captures scent and makes it cling.]
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[ Another serious question to follow. Dark keeps his eyes from wandering up, merely accepting the weight of what he's told. Swallowing it. His hand ventures and delves down the flat of Rin's belly, between her thighs again, before his digits run over the groove of her cunt tucked away. He finds her clit. ]
The reason I want to use my mouth isn't for taste anyway, you know. Not really.
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N-no! I just don't wa-wan't... it.
[The end of her voice trails off in a sigh. Her body melting under his touch, and her legs seeming to part for him even if her brow furrows and creates a harsh line.]
I guess you don't really want me to wear those things that much, do you?
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[ Just a critique for her. Despite picking on her for the back and forth, Dark hooks her bikini out of the way to keep swiveling over Rin's weak spot. To put some emphasis on his work, he sends a light pulse of magic through it, watching her and anticipating her cries. The more he spends time on her clitoris, the more swollen and prominent it feels when stirred and stimulated by his touch. It's cute. A thin wetness having started to drip is spread over his fingers. ]
And I think you want to try wearing those things about as badly as I want these perky tits back in my mouth.
[ And if not, it'll certainly be soon. Tipping her closer to orgasm on his fingers, his free hand squeezes one of her breasts and shoots another magical rush across its surface. A hard wave of warmth, then a long lingering tingle over the nipple left behind. When Dark's finished, she'll want nothing more than to be squeezed and sucked. Essentially, Dark is trapping Rin in a feeling of fullness and an animal-like heat that can only be sated by him. ]
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—Ah! That's too much!
[One of her hands find themselves in his hair, and she grips his locks even tighter when he teases her breast. Damn him. She hates the familiar ache that builds within her. The warmth that starts as embers and stoked until it's roaring like a furnace. She hates that he makes it difficult for her to think. That she struggles to make a retort.]
Idiot! Moron! Why are you so mean? Do you actually hate me? Why won't you listen?
[Worthless complaints. All lacking substance. Simple, ineffective whining meant to delay any notion of her "giving in". Even so he wears away at her walls. Like waves of the ocean eroding the cliffs at shore.]
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[ Rin, here of anyone, certainly has the most control of him after all. He's nuzzled against her armpit when her hips lurch and fingers tightly curl in his hair. The slick fingers flicking over her clit shift so that he's thumbing her instead, other fingers used to spread her cunt apart to catch some of the AC's chill against its pink folds. ]
Actually, I'd say I'm pretty nice to you. I've held back from taking this cute pussy of yours for a really long time, plan to use the machine on you like you want it...—that, and I even might not put my mouth on you anymore. Because I'm so nice and respectful, see?
[ Dark is self satisfied by his own reasoning. Before Rin can even respond to him, he explicitly displays what effect his magic has had on her, squeezing the fat of her breast until a short shot of milk erupts from its nipple. How heavenly that must feel. In anticipated timing, Dark moves over her to catch it on the flat of his tongue— lapping the milk up and running the white of it along his fangs' surface. At the same time, his fingers are following the opening of Rin's pussy, rolling over it and reminding her that his mind will always be on it, actively or not. He hasn't stopped bullying her clit, with full aim to make her come as an appetizer. ]
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Wh-wh-what the hell!? Did you do that to me?
[And now she feels uneven. Her unattended breast seems full, almost swollen, but not to the point of pain or tenderness just yet. All the while he still teases her. Still rolls the pad of his thumb over her sensitive nub while his fingers toy at her hole. As if urging her to beg for them to slip inside.
Under his touch he'll feel her muscles twitch. Her pussy squeezing at what's not there, her arousal slickening his fingers and dripping from her. Rin's muscles grow tense. Tightening as her pleasure steadily climbs with his continued ministrations. Her body years for more. For his lips on her, for his fingers inside her, yet such truths just make her tug on his hair more.]
You didn't even ask...!
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[ Difficult to control, he merely turns his head in her hold. He milks the opposite tit with a similar pressure, angling it so that the milk bursts out in a white streak for his open mouth yet again. It’s quite a show, really, but nonetheless erotic. Under the influence of his magic, her body want more of it, and Dark is happy to enjoy the spoils. He simply enjoys the makeshift dairy cow he’s made of Rin.
He feels her pussy tighten and grip emptily, the opening of it kissing at the pads of his fingers and practically trying to suck him up in it. To relieve her aching— the ache she insists upon invoking upon herself, he lazily purrs and begins thrusting the side of his hand along her cunt to rub one out. ]
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Tohsaka whines. Her head falling back and her neck arching along with her spine.]
Idiot. I won't... won't forgive you for this.
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Does it piss you off that I don't need your permission?
[ The question is a tactic to corner her. Because either she'll have to agree with him, say yes, or otherwise admit that she's not as angry about the arrangement as she claims.
Pulling both of her tits closer together with his hand and making a groove of cleavage between them, Dark gently presses down with his palm so that milk can slowly, satisfyingly, stream out of each of their tips in a soft arch. He dares dip the fingers of his other hand into her cunt— just once, to see how it might wring and squeeze hungrily around them. ]
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Shut u— Ah!
[Relief. It feels good for that soft, inner flesh to have something to hold onto. It feels good for that pressure to be lessened as he coaxes the warm, white liquid from her breasts. It's insane. Its ridiculous. It makes her want to kick and scream, but all she can do is moan and pray that the sheets aren't irreparably stained.
Close. She's so close. Close enough that she has stopped moving in favor of just feeling how he works her over. Just a little bit more... Her eyes water and she bites her lip. Rin screws her eyes shut. Refusing to look at him as her body is in the precipice. Her nerves cry out, her heartbeat thunders in her ears. The walls of her aching pussy squeeze each and every inch of those fingers he presses into her.]
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Whatever the hell this is is good for now, but I'm still going to fuck you one day.
[ Dark promises Rin this eventuality while he continues. His digits are experienced and relaxed as they pleasure her, responding to how she twists and locks up on the bed top. It's not what she wants to hear, perhaps, but Dark is strangely in his element and serene when it comes to sex. It's as if he'll sponge up anything she lashes his way— nothing stings, nothing lands.
He neglects her breasts for a while. Dark thinks it's cuter and more erotic to edge Rin by the pussy and make her recognize that she's at his mercy. Either she'll wait for him, or she'll be forced to face the humiliation of milking her own breasts in front of him. They're not big enough for her to suck on herself, either, should she brave the taste of the flavor she so self-consciously guards.
Dark nestles pleasantly against Rin's turned head. He's thoughtful and decisive. Three fingers thrust in and out of her in a deliberate rhythm until slick, obscene sounds are heard stirring around them. It's as if Rin's pussy is trying to keep him there inside of him each time, wringing whatever he offers in desperation to be filled. ]
I'll punish you if you come, Rin.
[ It's a warning, but also a mindgame. She's close, and he can tell. She'll hate if she sees her orgasm, but she'll also hate being told what to do just as much. He's curious as to how the cards will fall. To make things more intense for her, an arm hooks under one of her legs to push it upward— exposing her dripping entrance all the more. ]
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It isn't the purr of his voice in her ear telling her what to do, it isn't the shame or humiliation of her reactions that get her, or how her breasts swell and ache to be relieved again. His consistent rhythm, his targeted touch, sends her over the edge. Moments before she reaches that peak her hips involuntarily buck — seeking his ministrations and the pressure of his thumb on her clit. When she finally falls from that precipice her body locks up. Seized by the overwhelming jolt of ecstasy that makes her nerves sing.
Tohsaka calls out wordlessly. Her hips lifting from the bed as her back forms a severe arch. All her muscles tighten harshly before dissolving into a wave of weak spasms. Her inner walls squeeze his tireless fingers like a vice before fluttering around him — as if trying to massage them for the release of something they cannot provide.
In the end Rin is limp on the bed. Flushed red and panting weakly as her body attempts to recovery from the intensity of her orgasm. Tears gently well at the corners of her eyes as her lungs heave for air. She must have been holding her breath earlier.]
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Pussy juice has collected noisily on the ends of his fingers. In the throes of her release, he doubts she's as likely to protest against him taking a lick of them. So that's precisely what he does. They momentarily abandon her cunt and provide nothing to squeeze anymore. Wild and unable to be bridled, Dark's tongue drags up the length of his fingers to lick them clean. He's like a lion.
Maybe there's a taste to her fluids, maybe there isn't. But Dark doesn't care either way. Rin just tastes like a virgin woman. His virgin woman, at that. How proud Dark feels of bringing her some sexual satisfaction. He combs some of the deep brunette hair from her face before he starts fondling her milk-filled breasts again. ]
Didn't I say not to come?
[ Pink, puffy nipples peek through the gaps of his slick fingers. He presses down on her skin until white streams dribble down the back of his hands— they follow the cascades there of masculine veins and ligaments. ]