[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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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. ]