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Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ well, he's got a point. her adaptability and quick thinking did help her stay alive, long enough to end up in a place like this. wild how her compass has lead her here, and it makes her think that maybe there's a reason why she of all people arrived here.
she blinks at him stripping off his shirt, a slight flush blooming on her cheeks as she scoots forward a little so that he can sit down behind her. the tub is big enough for two, as if it serves another purpose that isn't just bathing, but she's just going to ignore than and revel how... comforting it is to have someone at very close proximity like this. so comfortable, that she can't help but lean back against him. ]
Mm. Keep doing that. [ the scalp massage felt really nice. it's always the little things in life for her. ]
[ Lean back all you want, Ishmael. His frame and wide and sturdy, as long as she doesn't mind the spread of hair across his chest and down the middle of his abdomen. Back to work, though, as he busies getting more shampoo on his hands, and yes, he'll continue at the scalp once more. ]
You know, Ish. I know we just met and all, and I'm sure you're capable of taking care of yourself, but if anyone gives you any trouble here, just let me know.
[ scrub scrub her scalp.. he's literally just a really nice guy who is full of himself and stupid, honest. ]
I'm not sure what to expect, but I'd like to look out for the people who have been nice to me here!
[ damn, he's so bushy. can't say she dislikes it, though. she may have relaxed in beowulf's massage, but she still has her guard up in other ways. ]
I'm just showing you basic human courtesy, is all. I don't think you should be too trusting to people either. Especially when practically everyone here is obligated to jump each other's bones for cash.
[ the guy's sweet, but that's going to attract people who'd want to manipulate him. trust her, she would know. ]
But, um... Thanks for the offer. I think you're the nicer guy than me, though. If I'm being honest, I don't really know what to do with that kindness.
[ wow blair... just out right calling out his whole story mode route where he's taken advantage of.. ]
You don't gotta do anything, baby! I like seeing other people pleased. It makes me happy. That's why I have a bunch of happy fans. I hope I can build up that reputation here.
[ lord knows he's not gonna stop wrestling when he was just getting back into the spotlight. Stay tuned for his fight club era. ]
But hey, if you wanna get used to sleeping around here, maybe you're right. Maybe you should start with me first. I can go easy!
[ STOP HE JUST SEEMS LIKE THAT KINDA GUY...... please take care of yourself first, king 🥺
but right now, it does look like he's being serious in taking good care of her, which kind of weirds ishmael out. not because the offer isn't entirely unwelcome, but usually this entails wanting something out of her in return, and she presumes that like everyone else here, he probably wants to sustain himself with the money he'd get from sex. that's normal, she supposes. they all gotta do everything they can to live, after all.
she tilts her head up at him. ]
You know, you might be the first guy I'd have sex with who actually has the experience to show for it.
[ ftr she'd already fucked her coworker here and it was awkward as hell. ugh. she shivers in beo's hold just thinking about it. ]
What the hell. Sure. [ and she's going to start them off by reaching her hand behind her, feeling beowulf's stomach and trailing down between his legs to wrap her fingers around his cock in the water, checking if he's already gotten hard from being in close proximity with a naked woman with freckles. ] I don't know if I want it gentle or hard yet, though. Let's just feel it out.
[ ohhhh he wants to howl about this so badly, but those fingers trailing down the solid core of his stomach catches his attention soon enough. Ishmael will find, in fact, that yes, he is about half hard. But who can blame him? Ishmael stripped in front of him first! Surely, they’ve just been lowkey flirting back and forth this whole time.
He practically purrs from being touched, though, wrapping his arms snugly around Ishmael, right at the rib cage. ]
I like it. Spontaneous. I can follow direction really well. Maybe you’re like that, or—
[ His hold on her loosens to prove a point, also getting right to it with the touching. Beowulf also wastes no time, stroking along her pussy from underneath the water. ]
—maybe you like someone more direct, huh? I’m flexible.
[ he saw that as flirting? they were just having a normal conversation, bro... well, as normal as they can get in a resort that encourages debauchery anyway. might as well get used to that kind of talk now or never if she's going to stay here for a while.
before she can dryly comment on how she'd never had someone whoop and holler over getting pussy from a ginger, however, her cunt twitches from the sudden contact of his hand, and she folds her knees up so that he can have better access to between her legs. she has yet to let go of his cock though, and matches his pace accordingly. ]
I mean... I can't really pretend that I know what I'm doing here, right?
[ an awkward laugh to help disguise the soft moan that threatens to slip out her tongue just now. ]
Just tell me if... If I'm doing well enough. [ she picks up the pace in stroking his cock, her freckled shoulders trembling slightly. ] It's the least I can do for you.
[ It’s true that while Beowulf is arrogant, he’s actually a good person— dense, but good. He gets such an enjoyment out of seeing other people pleased, like his fan base, that some of that behavior has definitely rolled over into his sex habits. If Ishmael is wanting an esteem boost, he’s a good choice for that.
Being provided with more flesh to touch, he also keeps momentum, massaging her cunt— exploring each crease with his fingers. He allows the touching for awhile before he starts to change the position. ]
Any reason why you doubt yourself?
[ He’s not sure what it’s like to have a low confidence; he’s always been full of himself. ]
Follow with me, now.
[ Beowulf lifts Ishmael, just slightly, and closes his thighs together. There’s some shifting around, but essentially he’s going to fuck her thighs, and she should see the tip of his cock peeking out from under her pussy. Both of his hands settle on her hips as he rocks, slushing bath water in the tub. He will get to fingering her in a moment. ]
[ it's not that she lacks self-esteem -- at least for the most part. she's clearly inexperienced in this department despite having done it once, so she's not about to keep up the pretense. not while they're in impossibly close proximity with each other like this.
but before ishmael can answer beowulf's answer, he shifts behind her, positioning her so that his cock is right between her thighs. she immediately closes her legs, but that only heightened the friction of his cock grazing her inner thighs, causing her to clamp her hand on the edge of the tub as water keeps splashing onto the floor with every rock of his hips.
this feels too good though, even when they're halfway submerged in water. still, she covers her mouth with her other hand to keep her moans from completely spilling forth, shifting her hips subconsciously so that he's rutting along her clit. just a little nudge and he can thrust inside in one go, but that means losing the delicious friction against her cunt, and that feels just as amazing, tbh. ]
[ While it’s pretty true that Beowulf is pretty dumb, he’s surprisingly intuitive to things like subtle movement or changes in his partner. He knows that shift in her hips is to stimulate her clit and he’s honestly very happy she’s being a little selfish here. Soon enough, their bathtub is about half full of what it was, and although water is still shifting from both of their rigorous movements, it’s not sloshing out of the tub anymore. Beowulf isn’t exactly shameful or quiet during all of this; it feels really good for him too and as much as he wants to penetrate her, it’s obvious she’s having a good time with this. Perhaps he can get her to orgasm by this alone at first. ]
That’s it, baby, take what you want—
[ His hands come around and cup one of her breasts to tease, the other wrapping her securely around her waist. He dips his head down to kiss along her neck. ]
[ the hand fondling her breast, the lips on her neck, his encouraging words reverberating in the tiled bathroom -- maybe because she's incredibly touch-starved after not having this kind of attention being lavished on her for years, but her body's responding positively to each ministration. she cranes her neck sideways to give him more access to the skin there, her core pulsing every time his shaft brushes against her clit as she can no longer hold back her breathy moans. she could easily come like this on her own and have him come between her thighs...
but it wouldn't be very satisfying, would it? her mind's practically yelling at her to go for it, and so she does. her hips slow down to a stop before she catches her breath, and she taps beowulf's leg so that he can stop too. ]
I-- I can take it.
[ she then lifts herself up, hand reaching down to wrap around his cock as she carefully lowers herself down on him. even without the water she's already sopping wet, her cunt twitching the more she takes him in, inch by delicious inch, until she buries him fully to the hilt with a broken moan. ]
...Haah. [ she turns her head sideways with a crooked smile, shifting around again to help acclimate herself to his entire girth before her hips start moving. ] You're... really easy, aren't you.
[ He had a feeling that maybe she would do something like this, but he’s a nice guy and is overly friendly, especially at first when he’s not really sure if his partner prefers someone more assertive in bed. Beowulf is more concerned about the impression he would have on somebody instead of having his way with them in bed. It just seemed easier for him to give full consent and see what she does.
Ishmael goes for it, though, right away, and he honestly couldn’t be happier. Although he’s probably not nearly as touch starved as her considering he used to be a celebrity back home, it’s still been awhile ever since he announced his retirement.
He allows her to take as much time as she needs (just like every ashu character, he is well blessed between the legs, rip) but he’s embarrassing by the time he can feel her full weight on her, vocalizing with wanton moans of his own. Playfully, he gives a slap along the thickest part of her thighs. ]
Phew! Baby, you’re hot! I’ll be as easy as I needa be for you. Let me fuck every orgasm out of you. I wanna see it.
[ As confident as his words are, he does sound a little hoarse and breathless, but his strength and stamina is ever so generous; they could probably do this for awhile. His hips follow her lead, one arm holding her secure and the other hand coming around the front to massage her vulva, wanting to send her over the edge multiple times whenever she is ready. ]
[ that smack on her thigh is practically a shockwave, causing her insides to squeeze tighter around his cock. at this point she's able to maintain a steady rhythm with her hips, twitching when his hand comes around to tease more of her folds. she's doing all the work here but it's fine, she's still getting used to being in control herself after letting other people jerk her around for so long and by god does this feel so liberating.
the noises she make continue to echo throughout the bathroom, from the whimpers and breathy pants to the slapping of skin against wet skin. she then leans forward with a groan, holding onto his knees this time as her other hand moves to swipe her hair aside so that beowulf can see the way his cock smoothly slides in and out of her. her movements become more frenzied the more she teeters over to the brink, her moans unintelligible except for when she finally reaches it-- ]
Fuck, I'm going to--!
[ even in the midst of her orgasm, she somehow has the wherewithal to slide herself off of beowulf's cock as she comes, her body trembling heavily. either that or she's just so ridiculously wet from all her fluids and the water around her that she just slipped right off?? anyway. whether the big guy comes or not, she leans back against him, catching her breath. give her a moment to process all that. ]
[ As for him, each tantalizing clench of her cunt squeezes out needy moans of his own. He appreciates the shift in position for a better view, and although Beowulf likes his own needs met, he's almost always more focused on the other person... at least until he can gauge what they're like in bed. Ishmael has basically used his body and his well endowed cock to please herself, and although he used his hips to rock into her, she definitely had more control over it all. After she peaks and that sweet friction is gone, Beowulf marvels at her through it all, even when she unravels in his arms. He catches his own breath as he holds her, allowing her to take everything in for a moment, but she can probably feel just how fully erect he is against her. ]
Hot damn--! I know you've got more of those inside of you, baby. It's my turn to fuck you relentlessly. Can you handle that?
[ A little bit of dirty talk, and the way he holds onto her, she can probably tell he wants to keep going. In fact, his arms slide out from around her waist and he shifts out from beneath her, slushing around what little water is left in the tub until he has her pinned against the back of the tub and he is facing her. One hand holding her by the wrist against the wall and the other one comes around to part her thighs and open her legs wide, one leg even has to hang off the side of the bath. ]
Let me see you enjoy yourself this time.
[ That same hand slides from her thigh to his dick, pressing his glans against her pussy. He's going back in; hold onto something. ]
[ she can barely comprehend him as she calms down from her afterglow -- something about wanting to fuck her again? but before she can completely recover from her orgasm, he begins shifting positions until it's her turn to lean against the back of the tub, holding her legs apart. the one that's hanging off the side of the tub jerks and curls its toes in as he readies himself for another round. ]
W-Wait, hold on, I just came--!
[ she tries to protest, but she's cut off with a needy whine as he slides into her. her hands scramble for anything to hold on to, until one of them grabs the side of the tub while the other grasps for beowulf's broad, glistening shoulders, but that also does little in stopping the other man from pounding into her, over and over, the sound of their skin slapping almost indistinguishable from all the leftover water splashing against them.
it's simply too much, especially from this position. she can no longer hold back her moans from here, pathetically whimpering with every thrust he makes within her, but she still squeezes her eyes from sheer embarrassment -- not like she can hide the pink flush blooming across her cheeks and down towards her freckled collarbone, however. ]
Please, please, I need to... [ she doesn't exactly know what she's begging for here, but it only felt right. ] You have to come too, please...
[ he has to prove that he's enjoying himself too. doesn't matter how he does it, so long as she gets to see and feel it or even taste it for herself. ]
[ Why is she begging anyway? It’s not like Beowulf doesn’t love the sight and sound of it, though, but it sounds like she’s begging for his sake and not her own. He’s no psychologist, in fact he really is a simple person, but he does feel like there’s some kind of reason why. He can’t think about it too much right now, though. Through his own hot pants, he thinks he should give her a response to reassure her: ]
Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. Just let me make you feel good, alright?
[ is it even possible for limbus company characters to let their mind go numb and not worry about anything?? anyways..
He catches her leg that’s over the tub, gently easing it closer to her body to curve her lower half upwards so he can penetrate her a little deeper. His other hand steadies himself against the same bathtub wall she is leaning against. The surface of the water is a little closer to her face now that he’s shifted their positions, so hopefully she doesn’t get splashed too bad (maybe she likes it………)
Anyway, his breath is drawing more ragged, he can feel himself climbing closer to his own edge, but he encourages her along. ]
Hah, I’m getting there, but I want you to come again for me. Let me feel it again.
[ is it even possible? perhaps, but it might be too dangerous. if it is possible to fuck someone's brains out, it might count as a total sanity loss, but she's hoping she won't corrode if that ever happens. she'd like the idea of being fucked so good that she won't have to overthink for the time being.
but that's probably not the time nor place for it right now, is it. maybe when they're on a bed or anywhere that's more comfortable than dripping wet in a bathtub. right now she has to focus on chasing her own pleasure, her moans growing more high-pitched the deeper and faster he pounds into her, splashing more water onto her face with every thrust. the steady roll of his hips, the intoxicating stretch of him inside her, and the sheer intensity of his gaze all bring her to her peak. ]
I'm... I'm coming--
[ she barely gasps those words out before doing just that, the tightly coiled tension within her unraveling as her entire body jerks and trembles in her orgasm,. her head lolls over to the side, her mouth agape as she catches her breath, her inner walls still squeezing around his cock as if refusing to let go. ]
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she blinks at him stripping off his shirt, a slight flush blooming on her cheeks as she scoots forward a little so that he can sit down behind her. the tub is big enough for two, as if it serves another purpose that isn't just bathing, but she's just going to ignore than and revel how... comforting it is to have someone at very close proximity like this. so comfortable, that she can't help but lean back against him. ]
Mm. Keep doing that. [ the scalp massage felt really nice. it's always the little things in life for her. ]
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You know, Ish. I know we just met and all, and I'm sure you're capable of taking care of yourself, but if anyone gives you any trouble here, just let me know.
[ scrub scrub her scalp.. he's literally just a really nice guy who is full of himself and stupid, honest. ]
I'm not sure what to expect, but I'd like to look out for the people who have been nice to me here!
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I'm just showing you basic human courtesy, is all. I don't think you should be too trusting to people either. Especially when practically everyone here is obligated to jump each other's bones for cash.
[ the guy's sweet, but that's going to attract people who'd want to manipulate him. trust her, she would know. ]
But, um... Thanks for the offer. I think you're the nicer guy than me, though. If I'm being honest, I don't really know what to do with that kindness.
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You don't gotta do anything, baby! I like seeing other people pleased. It makes me happy. That's why I have a bunch of happy fans. I hope I can build up that reputation here.
[ lord knows he's not gonna stop wrestling when he was just getting back into the spotlight. Stay tuned for his fight club era. ]
But hey, if you wanna get used to sleeping around here, maybe you're right. Maybe you should start with me first. I can go easy!
[ A pause. ]
Or rough, I mean. If that's how you like things.
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but right now, it does look like he's being serious in taking good care of her, which kind of weirds ishmael out. not because the offer isn't entirely unwelcome, but usually this entails wanting something out of her in return, and she presumes that like everyone else here, he probably wants to sustain himself with the money he'd get from sex. that's normal, she supposes. they all gotta do everything they can to live, after all.
she tilts her head up at him. ]
You know, you might be the first guy I'd have sex with who actually has the experience to show for it.
[ ftr she'd already fucked her coworker here and it was awkward as hell. ugh. she shivers in beo's hold just thinking about it. ]
What the hell. Sure. [ and she's going to start them off by reaching her hand behind her, feeling beowulf's stomach and trailing down between his legs to wrap her fingers around his cock in the water, checking if he's already gotten hard from being in close proximity with a naked woman with freckles. ] I don't know if I want it gentle or hard yet, though. Let's just feel it out.
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[ ohhhh he wants to howl about this so badly, but those fingers trailing down the solid core of his stomach catches his attention soon enough. Ishmael will find, in fact, that yes, he is about half hard. But who can blame him? Ishmael stripped in front of him first! Surely, they’ve just been lowkey flirting back and forth this whole time.
He practically purrs from being touched, though, wrapping his arms snugly around Ishmael, right at the rib cage. ]
I like it. Spontaneous. I can follow direction really well. Maybe you’re like that, or—
[ His hold on her loosens to prove a point, also getting right to it with the touching. Beowulf also wastes no time, stroking along her pussy from underneath the water. ]
—maybe you like someone more direct, huh? I’m flexible.
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before she can dryly comment on how she'd never had someone whoop and holler over getting pussy from a ginger, however, her cunt twitches from the sudden contact of his hand, and she folds her knees up so that he can have better access to between her legs. she has yet to let go of his cock though, and matches his pace accordingly. ]
I mean... I can't really pretend that I know what I'm doing here, right?
[ an awkward laugh to help disguise the soft moan that threatens to slip out her tongue just now. ]
Just tell me if... If I'm doing well enough. [ she picks up the pace in stroking his cock, her freckled shoulders trembling slightly. ] It's the least I can do for you.
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Being provided with more flesh to touch, he also keeps momentum, massaging her cunt— exploring each crease with his fingers. He allows the touching for awhile before he starts to change the position. ]
Any reason why you doubt yourself?
[ He’s not sure what it’s like to have a low confidence; he’s always been full of himself. ]
Follow with me, now.
[ Beowulf lifts Ishmael, just slightly, and closes his thighs together. There’s some shifting around, but essentially he’s going to fuck her thighs, and she should see the tip of his cock peeking out from under her pussy. Both of his hands settle on her hips as he rocks, slushing bath water in the tub. He will get to fingering her in a moment. ]
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but before ishmael can answer beowulf's answer, he shifts behind her, positioning her so that his cock is right between her thighs. she immediately closes her legs, but that only heightened the friction of his cock grazing her inner thighs, causing her to clamp her hand on the edge of the tub as water keeps splashing onto the floor with every rock of his hips.
this feels too good though, even when they're halfway submerged in water. still, she covers her mouth with her other hand to keep her moans from completely spilling forth, shifting her hips subconsciously so that he's rutting along her clit. just a little nudge and he can thrust inside in one go, but that means losing the delicious friction against her cunt, and that feels just as amazing, tbh. ]
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That’s it, baby, take what you want—
[ His hands come around and cup one of her breasts to tease, the other wrapping her securely around her waist. He dips his head down to kiss along her neck. ]
What else do you like? My body is yours.
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but it wouldn't be very satisfying, would it? her mind's practically yelling at her to go for it, and so she does. her hips slow down to a stop before she catches her breath, and she taps beowulf's leg so that he can stop too. ]
I-- I can take it.
[ she then lifts herself up, hand reaching down to wrap around his cock as she carefully lowers herself down on him. even without the water she's already sopping wet, her cunt twitching the more she takes him in, inch by delicious inch, until she buries him fully to the hilt with a broken moan. ]
...Haah. [ she turns her head sideways with a crooked smile, shifting around again to help acclimate herself to his entire girth before her hips start moving. ] You're... really easy, aren't you.
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Ishmael goes for it, though, right away, and he honestly couldn’t be happier. Although he’s probably not nearly as touch starved as her considering he used to be a celebrity back home, it’s still been awhile ever since he announced his retirement.
He allows her to take as much time as she needs (just like every ashu character, he is well blessed between the legs, rip) but he’s embarrassing by the time he can feel her full weight on her, vocalizing with wanton moans of his own. Playfully, he gives a slap along the thickest part of her thighs. ]
Phew! Baby, you’re hot! I’ll be as easy as I needa be for you. Let me fuck every orgasm out of you. I wanna see it.
[ As confident as his words are, he does sound a little hoarse and breathless, but his strength and stamina is ever so generous; they could probably do this for awhile. His hips follow her lead, one arm holding her secure and the other hand coming around the front to massage her vulva, wanting to send her over the edge multiple times whenever she is ready. ]
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the noises she make continue to echo throughout the bathroom, from the whimpers and breathy pants to the slapping of skin against wet skin. she then leans forward with a groan, holding onto his knees this time as her other hand moves to swipe her hair aside so that beowulf can see the way his cock smoothly slides in and out of her. her movements become more frenzied the more she teeters over to the brink, her moans unintelligible except for when she finally reaches it-- ]
Fuck, I'm going to--!
[ even in the midst of her orgasm, she somehow has the wherewithal to slide herself off of beowulf's cock as she comes, her body trembling heavily. either that or she's just so ridiculously wet from all her fluids and the water around her that she just slipped right off?? anyway. whether the big guy comes or not, she leans back against him, catching her breath. give her a moment to process all that. ]
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Hot damn--! I know you've got more of those inside of you, baby. It's my turn to fuck you relentlessly. Can you handle that?
[ A little bit of dirty talk, and the way he holds onto her, she can probably tell he wants to keep going. In fact, his arms slide out from around her waist and he shifts out from beneath her, slushing around what little water is left in the tub until he has her pinned against the back of the tub and he is facing her. One hand holding her by the wrist against the wall and the other one comes around to part her thighs and open her legs wide, one leg even has to hang off the side of the bath. ]
Let me see you enjoy yourself this time.
[ That same hand slides from her thigh to his dick, pressing his glans against her pussy. He's going back in; hold onto something. ]
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W-Wait, hold on, I just came--!
[ she tries to protest, but she's cut off with a needy whine as he slides into her. her hands scramble for anything to hold on to, until one of them grabs the side of the tub while the other grasps for beowulf's broad, glistening shoulders, but that also does little in stopping the other man from pounding into her, over and over, the sound of their skin slapping almost indistinguishable from all the leftover water splashing against them.
it's simply too much, especially from this position. she can no longer hold back her moans from here, pathetically whimpering with every thrust he makes within her, but she still squeezes her eyes from sheer embarrassment -- not like she can hide the pink flush blooming across her cheeks and down towards her freckled collarbone, however. ]
Please, please, I need to... [ she doesn't exactly know what she's begging for here, but it only felt right. ] You have to come too, please...
[ he has to prove that he's enjoying himself too. doesn't matter how he does it, so long as she gets to see and feel it or even taste it for herself. ]
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Don’t worry ‘bout a thing. Just let me make you feel good, alright?
[ is it even possible for limbus company characters to let their mind go numb and not worry about anything?? anyways..
He catches her leg that’s over the tub, gently easing it closer to her body to curve her lower half upwards so he can penetrate her a little deeper. His other hand steadies himself against the same bathtub wall she is leaning against. The surface of the water is a little closer to her face now that he’s shifted their positions, so hopefully she doesn’t get splashed too bad (maybe she likes it………)
Anyway, his breath is drawing more ragged, he can feel himself climbing closer to his own edge, but he encourages her along. ]
Hah, I’m getting there, but I want you to come again for me. Let me feel it again.
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but that's probably not the time nor place for it right now, is it. maybe when they're on a bed or anywhere that's more comfortable than dripping wet in a bathtub. right now she has to focus on chasing her own pleasure, her moans growing more high-pitched the deeper and faster he pounds into her, splashing more water onto her face with every thrust. the steady roll of his hips, the intoxicating stretch of him inside her, and the sheer intensity of his gaze all bring her to her peak. ]
I'm... I'm coming--
[ she barely gasps those words out before doing just that, the tightly coiled tension within her unraveling as her entire body jerks and trembles in her orgasm,. her head lolls over to the side, her mouth agape as she catches her breath, her inner walls still squeezing around his cock as if refusing to let go. ]