[ Tech lets go and gives into sensation -- even sensation he can't trust. It very distinctly feels like something's wrapped around him but he can't make out what and he cares very little to figure it out. He spent an entire month feeling things he couldn't trust, he could deal with it here when it's not bringing him physical pain. He'd rather believe his eyes -- that she is every bit as human in appearance because recalling her demon parts would have made him hesitate. Remembering she has a tail now would make him recoil. It might have given him enough pause to escape when she gives him an out. Because this is definitely something that shouldn't happen -- a door that should remain closed. Perhaps for her sake more than even his. Because she's finally moved on. She found a relationship that suited her better. He's not a part of that picture.
But fuck thinking about things logically. Fuck thinking about the future. Fuck being selfless and considering what was best for others. Or even being selfish and considering what was best for him. He's turned on. She's turned on. This would chase the pain away and in the absence of drugs he needs the escape for as long as it would last.
So he shakes his head and dismisses her words and that's all he gives of an answer -- finding her lips again to kiss her with feverish desire. Equal parts the love they once shared, the hate they once shared, and the love in between that never stopped. And there's also a part of Aindreas, who....although would have preferred to wait for marriage, cannot deny his want for the demon girl he had so easily fallen in love with. In many ways, this feels like the first time all over again. Is he going to be enough for her or will she need the pain?
Only one way to find out.
Tech angles himself and drives up into her heat, gasping against her mouth. How is it something so familiar should feel entirely new? How is it even though his digitized mind would never allow him to truly forget something, he seemed to have forgotten how absolutely exquisite she felt? And this, in the absence of their connection, is the only thing that feels right. The only way they can be complete.
Tech takes just a moment to savor this feeling of being buried deep within her, her heat practically scorching. God, how easy it would be to climax from this alone. But he holds himself back because he needs to prolong this. As long as possible. He needs to escape clarity of mind for as long as he can. Minutes. Hours. He finds himself hoping some of hell's magic can kick in -- some of the aphrodisiacs lingering around to chase away any refractory periods. So he can fuck and fuck and fuck her for as long as they both could stand to make up for the months apart. Even though hell has done him no favors thus far, please give him this. ]
[ Her cry echoes throughout, quickly dampened by the acoustics of the room, but probably still leaking out into the hallway. Not that she cares. Every hope, dream, prayer has just come true. Zeus stepped down from Mount Olympus, forgot about Hera, and he wants her. Just her. How could she think of any other relationship right now? ]
I-I do, I do...god, yes, I do....
[ Thoughts of last year are clearly on her mind as she clutches him like he's the only means of salvation in this godforsaken place, her hips immediately bouncing to draw that heat up and down over his cock. The relief is nigh palpable in many ways. Just like last year, he wanted this, too.
He wanted this, too.
The realization's so intoxicating she comes barely minutes later, and she stops moving, save strongly shaking against him, creating a new chorus of noise. Who needs pain when everything she's ever needed is there beneath her, buried inside of her?
After riding through that flood of pleasure, she continues on at the same frantic pace she'd set before. Her lips crash against his, again and again, once she's gotten enough--barely enough--air back into her lungs. It's unfocused and wild, just as her hips's movements. He wants her. He wants her.
Her memories shift away from their time in the hut, from moments of pain and hurt, and to better places. To soft piano music, to being tangled up together in a pool, in some quiet baths. Together in his room, her room, so many other places. She thinks of the first moment she knew she loved him, though it was still such a nascent, budding feeling, as confusing as it was amazing, of when they'd escaped certain punishment after leaving the chaos of the movie theater. I love you, too. Forever, she'd said, so caught up in those amazing feelings of new love, a soft bed of flowers that had yet to weather the harshness of winter. Barbas's limits had brought them together to share that special moment.
Then, again, Barbas's power did it, in a different time, a different place. Their love blossomed anew, shaking off the frost. Aindreas proved how connected they were meant to be.
Monika Brewer couldn't be more thrilled. ]
Fate slew him, but...he did not drop.
[ As she nears her second orgasm already, she murmurs the opening line of that poem that's sprung to mind against his cheek, because kissing is too difficult to keep focused on. An indulgence. A reminder. An encouragement.
No matter what Hell seemed to throw at them, what she threw at him, he remained. He survived. ]
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But fuck thinking about things logically. Fuck thinking about the future. Fuck being selfless and considering what was best for others. Or even being selfish and considering what was best for him. He's turned on. She's turned on. This would chase the pain away and in the absence of drugs he needs the escape for as long as it would last.
So he shakes his head and dismisses her words and that's all he gives of an answer -- finding her lips again to kiss her with feverish desire. Equal parts the love they once shared, the hate they once shared, and the love in between that never stopped. And there's also a part of Aindreas, who....although would have preferred to wait for marriage, cannot deny his want for the demon girl he had so easily fallen in love with. In many ways, this feels like the first time all over again. Is he going to be enough for her or will she need the pain?
Only one way to find out.
Tech angles himself and drives up into her heat, gasping against her mouth. How is it something so familiar should feel entirely new? How is it even though his digitized mind would never allow him to truly forget something, he seemed to have forgotten how absolutely exquisite she felt? And this, in the absence of their connection, is the only thing that feels right. The only way they can be complete.
Tech takes just a moment to savor this feeling of being buried deep within her, her heat practically scorching. God, how easy it would be to climax from this alone. But he holds himself back because he needs to prolong this. As long as possible. He needs to escape clarity of mind for as long as he can. Minutes. Hours. He finds himself hoping some of hell's magic can kick in -- some of the aphrodisiacs lingering around to chase away any refractory periods. So he can fuck and fuck and fuck her for as long as they both could stand to make up for the months apart. Even though hell has done him no favors thus far, please give him this. ]
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I-I do, I do...god, yes, I do....
[ Thoughts of last year are clearly on her mind as she clutches him like he's the only means of salvation in this godforsaken place, her hips immediately bouncing to draw that heat up and down over his cock. The relief is nigh palpable in many ways. Just like last year, he wanted this, too.
He wanted this, too.
The realization's so intoxicating she comes barely minutes later, and she stops moving, save strongly shaking against him, creating a new chorus of noise. Who needs pain when everything she's ever needed is there beneath her, buried inside of her?
After riding through that flood of pleasure, she continues on at the same frantic pace she'd set before. Her lips crash against his, again and again, once she's gotten enough--barely enough--air back into her lungs. It's unfocused and wild, just as her hips's movements. He wants her. He wants her.
Her memories shift away from their time in the hut, from moments of pain and hurt, and to better places. To soft piano music, to being tangled up together in a pool, in some quiet baths. Together in his room, her room, so many other places. She thinks of the first moment she knew she loved him, though it was still such a nascent, budding feeling, as confusing as it was amazing, of when they'd escaped certain punishment after leaving the chaos of the movie theater. I love you, too. Forever, she'd said, so caught up in those amazing feelings of new love, a soft bed of flowers that had yet to weather the harshness of winter. Barbas's limits had brought them together to share that special moment.
Then, again, Barbas's power did it, in a different time, a different place. Their love blossomed anew, shaking off the frost. Aindreas proved how connected they were meant to be.
Monika Brewer couldn't be more thrilled. ]
Fate slew him, but...he did not drop.
[ As she nears her second orgasm already, she murmurs the opening line of that poem that's sprung to mind against his cheek, because kissing is too difficult to keep focused on. An indulgence. A reminder. An encouragement.
No matter what Hell seemed to throw at them, what she threw at him, he remained. He survived. ]