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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[ 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. ]