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[Here they are, in Auguste, and there is a fancy summer ball that is the talk of the town. A fancy ball, organised by the underworld of Auguste, and the talks are dark. Which pretty much means all of the world's nobility is going to be there!
This very same party is one that Lancelot and Sen will now try to infiltrate, having been given a very special request by Bonito. Though, despite some Weird Shit having happened to them before, getting a request from Bonito (a talking fish?!) is right up there.
Sen has to admit, it's going to make it hard to want to eat anything bonito related hence forth. But that's not the point.
After Bonito beat them up for their lack of belief and asked them to save their friend, a giant shark, Lancelot and Sen now find themselves preparing for their mission. Here they are at the inn, and Sen approaches Lancelot with a suit bag, having ironed and tidied his up neatly. She holds it out to him, his boots also held in one hand.]
Here...though I am unsure about this quest in general, having been blackmailed into it, I suppose we should do it best we could, no?
This very same party is one that Lancelot and Sen will now try to infiltrate, having been given a very special request by Bonito. Though, despite some Weird Shit having happened to them before, getting a request from Bonito (a talking fish?!) is right up there.
Sen has to admit, it's going to make it hard to want to eat anything bonito related hence forth. But that's not the point.
After Bonito beat them up for their lack of belief and asked them to save their friend, a giant shark, Lancelot and Sen now find themselves preparing for their mission. Here they are at the inn, and Sen approaches Lancelot with a suit bag, having ironed and tidied his up neatly. She holds it out to him, his boots also held in one hand.]
Here...though I am unsure about this quest in general, having been blackmailed into it, I suppose we should do it best we could, no?
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... Thank you, you shouldn't have to gone through such trouble yourself, though. [ she's the crew leader, after all. He supposes he should get to changing, although he does comment concerning the quest. ]
Even though the request is from a really strange source, this is quite dangerous to be doing. These sorts of preparations are necessary.
[ that's also why he insisted he was going rather than another crew member. It's not that he doesn't trust Sen to be unable to hold her... he just can't trust any of the that isn't a dragon knight with her safety in a situation like this (it's not because he likes her or anything and finds himself just wanting to be around her).
So he goes off to change, only coming back once he's done (save for the tie at his neck that he's let hang for now).]
Sen, are you ready?
[ He can just wait if she's still changing. ]
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It's fine, you know I like to work, so it was no issue. [When he moves to change, she goes over to the next room, preparing herself, putting herself in a long dress, trailing beautifully. It's a dress that she would have to admit, might be too elegant for her, being that she suffers from some terrible Self Criticism. Hair done up with a flower, make up lightly added, she thinks he's ready.]
I agree though, Lancelot. [She speaks up from the room, strapping her stockings so that she would be able to smuggle in Lancelot's blades later. Well, she needs to offer first.] In fact, I'm curious about our story. You are going to be a lord, no?
[The steadfast knight Lancelot, ever so protective, ready to be as regal as his King, or even his comrade Percival. It's going to be a sight to see.
Though she may have spoken too early, when she steps up from her room. Upon seeing him, eyes wide at how handsome he looks, she finds herself flushing harder at the sight. Wait a minute, how did he clean up so well? Thinking about, she's really only seen him in armour.
She slowly steps forward, rubbing the back of her head.]
A-anyway! Would you like me to help you with your tie? [Give her a distraction please.]
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[ but Lancelot is not a noble, as much as many would presume otherwise from his behavior and mannerisms. Nevertheless, he learns fast and well, and Percival has over the years taught him plenty enough that he's gotten away without being identified as a commoner before (not that he was actively pretending to be otherwise or anything).
When she steps back in, he looks to her and smiles. He's used to seeing women in such elegant clothes, so he is not caught off guard by it, but the smile is a more natural and affectionate reaction than a conscious one.
When she offers to do his tie, Lancelot blinks before giving a small nod.]
... I would actually be most appreciative if you don't mind.
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[He always had, as a knight. Refined, well mannered, yet all the while humble. And then off hours, he was vibrant, a shithead, even a nice one. And overall, just the way she liked him.
N-not that she was going to tell him that...
So knowing that in a way, this was off hours because it was a job they randomly picked up, she wondered, what kind of Noble was he going to be? He's already looking the part, and she could only hope that she could be just as beautiful to stand beside him.
Either way, she steps forward, ready to help him with his tie. It was then she realised that maybe this counted for more than she had hoped for. Her fingers glide over the delicate fabric, slowly but deftly looping it to tie up. He's close, refreshing face and all. But she will!! concentrate!!]
L-let's see...
k here's the fire version trash
... Of course, he hadn't considered them well nor enough to bully the girl over it. And he 'd dragged her away both to get her free I of such treatment but also prevent her from potentially causing a scene. She'd been (understandably) moody as a result, but it was far deeper than he anticipated. So, finally he suggested an option to put them in their place without it being disruptive. He wanted to distract her, too, from feeling bad about things they said, not because they hurt her but because she was worried about his reputation. ... Honestly.
... It's just the flirting and playful suggestive Ness and the kissing went a little too far. Maybe way too far.
Which is why they're back at their room rather than at the party (somehow they got here ok idk) . They're barely inside before he's shutting the door by slamming her fully against it back first, lifting her and hiking her dress to easily spread her legs for him. He guides them to wrap around his torso as he presses flush against her, never breaking the open-mouthed kiss that was initiated once more when backing her to the door. She's still clothed, but it's good enough for the moment and if he has his way, she won't be did much longer. He can feel her through the material and from her can tell her body is definitely getting into it.
Only breaking the kiss once he's sure she's been overwhelmed and gasping to catch her breath, he moves to press his lips to her ear, whispering hotly, teasingly. ]
Heh, I didn't know you were this kind of girl, Sen. Or are you just really that into me that you can't help it? Either way, I think I rather like it.
[ Percival makes no effort to hide the interest and amusement in his voice, the slight increase in pace of his own breath even as he moves from her ear to her neck and down.
Really, he won't mind hearing her admit she's into him. ]
FIRE VERSION TRASH. ACTUAL TRASH
But she's played the game before. Nobility around them, she would greet politely, make clever conversation. She often avoided dancing, and stayed on Percival's arm as much as possible. But when she was found alone, those women flew down and tried to attack. But Sen was not one to stand down. Though words against her was something that could easily roll off her back, as soon as Percival's reputation was in danger, she verbally pounced. If it wasn't for his timely intervention, then...well who knows.
She's still worked up. High adrenalin from all that anger and annoyance. He kept flirting with her that she could not resist. But then, maybe she had always been unable to resist Percival. They really shouldn't, she had argued into his mouth as he pushed her into the wall door suddenly, kissing him passionately. He still had to go to the party. He still had to, she told him as she gripped his pressed coat and pulled him closer, feeling herself grow dizzy from his kiss and for a minute there she remembered nothing else.
That is, until he brought her back, pulling back with that smug look on his face. She should not show him how much it affected her. Sen shivers from his words alone, head tilting instinctively to welcome.
Well, there really is only one way to describe this right now: Goddammit.]
It's...[She wants to say she's not that type of girl, but she really never had a chance to know what kind of girl she is anyway. "Kind". Instead she slides her fingers through his red locks of hair, tugging a bit as she combs through it.]
W-whose fault do you think this is?! [Ah. Close enough.]
you wanted this now youre getting it
Oh, without a doubt. It better be mine~. [ He says it with just the slightest hint of a growl, a possessiveness there: he's hers for the night and she is and he won't allow anyone else to occupy her thoughts.
Her tsundere is very cute, though, he rather likes it.
Hiking her up higher, Percival uses his teeth to bite down into the very edge of the front of her dress. He pauses just a second to watch her for any reaction before he looks away and pulls down to force the material to slide off one of her breasts, leaving a lacy undergarment the only thing left separating them.
Without warning he moves to run the flat of his tongue over the semi-translucent bra, feeling the outline of a hardened nipple to bite gently before changing into sucking on it through the fabric. He's definitely playing with her, denying her the full pleasure of his mouth taking her flesh (... He won't for very long, though, he wants a taste of that himself.) ]
i did...i can't even front. /grips
You want it to be your fault? Then...take responsibility for your actions! [Famous last words? Because if she wasn't flustered now, she's extremely so after hearing the rumble of his growl. He's captured her, but she's willing. After all, as she had said to herself today, tonight is Percival's night. She had always been his for a very long while.
It's just hard to say without it going to his head. Blah blah blah vassal.]
S-still...the night isn't over yet. You need to--[Go back, she wanted to say, when he lifted her higher, her legs wrapped around his sides to prob her higher. Her eyes widen as she notices what he does with teeth...is that something you can even do with teeth?! She's not even fully exposed yet, but she feels naked all the same.
Her chests races, even if it pushes closer to that searching mouth as her soft flesh already reacts to him. There was a soft sound from her mouth--
--which she quickly counters by biting her teeth together.]
Percival... [Why is he so attractive like this? Why is she already losing resolve? No, keep hanging on!
Keep hanging on while her hands start to toy with his tie.] Y-you're messing up our clothes.
seems like asking eventually for it reaps rewards even with me wee
Taking advantage of their positions, he uses his weight to pin and allow more freedom of his hands, running them along the shape of her thighs and sliding underneath to gently coax her to spread herself a little more and wrap her legs around him. Instead of immediately exposing the girl further out of her clothes, he drags his lips back up to her collar bone before breaking contact all together to slip his tongue into her mouth and kiss her passionately once more. For all his behavior and attitude, she really has endeared herself to him. There's so few times he can actually give her the attention he wants to.
When Percival speaks, finally, it's against her mouth in between shorter breaths and kisses. ]
The only thing I need to do is keep you with me. I'm done sharing you for the night with them.
[ of course, he is displeased by how she's been treated and there is a sincere desire to make them matter so little she hardly remembers what they looked like nevermind what they did. Specifically wanting her decidedly, now, however... is not out of making anything up to her l—he can't deny he is being selfish. He would listen to her (even if he is sure she only is protesting to go back out of feeling obligated) if that was the case, and cater to playing her in any other way later.
... Whatever, he'll leave the perfect chivalrous knight behavior to Lancelot, this has nothing to do with image, he just wants to be able touch for once without having to pay careful mind of how or when. There's hardly ever a moment she isn't with Lyria or Vyrn as it is, the assemble of the crew on the Grandcypher merely exacerbates the situation.
He feels her playing with his tie even as she whimpers out something about their clothes, which... he isn't sure if it makes him want to laugh or to have her even more. He lets up on his incessant kisses, a small chuckle escaping him, but there is nothing derisive about it. She's cute when she gets flustered even if whatever she's saying is worthless. So, he lets up, but only enough so he can gently take one of her delicate hands away from his tie and hold it in his own before bringing her knuckles up to his lips, lifting his eyes to her face rather than anywhere else in the moment. She will feel the curve of his smile on his lips even as he speaks to her, with his tone gentle and lacking any of the smugness from just minutes earlier. The same goes for that smile, a warm and breathtaking smile in its unwillingness to be given to just anyone. Even if they were in a crowded room, it remains that this smile is for her only—that can only be seen by her sense of touch alone. ]
. . .Danchou, how may I take responsibility in your eyes? Be mine this night and I will indulge you in everything you deserve and more.
[ Astrals above, just give him this one thing for a little while, let him have her to himself for a few savored minutes in the dark of this room. Even if she refuses to let him have her, if he's granted being able to keep her in his arms, it's still more than enough to savor. ]
WEHEHEHEHE
It's why that despite protests, her body moves so easily in his grasp, doesn't even argue when he pins her with his weight. Her kisses are feverish when she returns them, open to invite him and taste him all the same. She pulls him closer, her hands explore the expanse of his back, annoyed by the fact that fabric happens to be between her and his skin. At least she's close to getting rid of his tie.]
I will stay...but I just worry that... [They will need him. He knows that. But guessing from how he doesn't care anymore, he trusts his comrades. She trusts them too, but should someone who wants to be king do this?
And yet, after all their flirting, their passion, he's so warm. His lips soft to the touch against her knuckles, and his eyes seem to sparkle as they look at her. This here has her heart racing more than their wild moments...
How could she refuse such an earnest request? But it wasn't that she couldn't refuse. Rather--]
How to say... [He calls her danchou, captain. She reprimands constantly for his own sake, so that he would be the future king he wishes to be. They must listen to duty, when it comes to the big picture. But just like how he bares all, how he asks to be a little bit selfish. Couldn't she be that too?
But no, she's often too giving for her own good. Which is why she answers thus:]
I have always been yours, so reach out and take me. I will allow it. That is how you will take responsibility.
[She, who is considered untouchable because of how she holds herself in the world of men. And yet she had always wished to be with Percival, and support him all she can. Sen does not need, but she wants. She leans in, kissing him softly now, with all the affection in the world. A little bit different to their heated desire prior, but she needs to show him this, so that he can be free to do as he wishes. Because she will do the same.]
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[ He whispers as he gently presses his forehead against hers prior to her kiss that he returns to her in equal.
It's probably not how a future king should act, but it's true he trusts them more than anyone because beyond their unbreakable bonds (even when they tried to purposely sever them, it had been useless) committed they have promised to help him realize that utopia he wishes to create.
It's more than that, though. So more more than that, just like this girl is so much more than she seems, and there is no better companion for him in his quest to make his ideals become reality.
There's little more he could desire in a woman to take as his in the bedroom. The feelings she conjures inside him... he doesn't know if he loves her quite the way one would expect (as a lover, as a girl he could take to be his queen in the future where he is king—but she is undeniably a sweet princess to indulge in, anyway, one he doesn't know if he could stand the guilt of taking away her freedom and the skies she loves so dearly) but she's irreplaceable to him and has a place in his heart that no one else does. He could never love someone more, that's for sure, but romantic love almost... to say it's merely that somehow feels to cheapen the feelings that burn inside him for her.
He doesn't need a queen. Just a beautiful and free-spirited captain to a crew that can't be held by anyone unless she allows them to. He moves with purpose when he pulls away from her lips and tongue sinking his own against the sensitive skin of her neck, as his hands map every inch of her body through that damn dress. Enough so that he will be able to find all the zippers, buttons, and clasps to undo them in order to get her exposed and helpless to him having his way with her. When his fingers finally grasp at fabric he's very meticulous to be always at her ear, whispering hotly all the inappropriate things he wants to do to her, to pleasure her endlessly until she goes crazy with lust—lust for him to taste and suck and swallow when she comes the first time, one of many more times this night. It's debased but there's admittedly a charm to it, in the dedication promised as he focuses on her alone.
Percival doesn't rush, but he's not painstakingly slow and torturous to her with teasing, either. Once he's satisfied with the state of her clothes (or lackthereof, he does admittedly rather like taking her when she's half-dressed, too, but tonight he's craving a little more for his visual pleasure, especially with the amount of moonlight pouring through the window and splashing across the bed), he lifts her fully into his arms and steps away from the door, all the while preoccupying her mind with open-mouthed kisses and other displays of affection. And then he pauses, breaking their most recent kiss, running his tongue along his own lips momentarily to catch any lingering taste of her before asking. ]
Last chance, Danchou. If I lie you on that bed, there's no going back for you the rest of the night. [ She will be in this bed until he is done with her and that... well, that, will be quite the while from now.
Percival doesn't wait exactly for her to answer, confident she can make her choices—has already made her choices—efficiently enough that waiting is not required.
And because she's gonna say yes because she did last tag already and I say so, he's going to ultimately lay her across the cool and crisp sheets that have yet to be touched and moves his hands to run the length of her body slow and sensually, pressing his lips to the front middle of her throat before lifting up to get a better view of her entirely even as he proceeds to remove the some of his not incriminating (of being a nuisance that is) clothing she hasn't been able to get rid of easily while entertaining each other at the door.
There's a bit of that trademark smug smile on his face, albeit lacking any attempted derisive indications in this case. Just confident. Just feeling extremely satisfied mentally on the fact he's about to get what—who—he wants. ]
Are you ready, Sen? [ that's right, she's not danchou, anymore— she's just a beautiful girl that's he's into and she just so happens to be into him, as well. It's time to show her just how much that means, and perhaps she will actively reciprocate the demonstration if he is lucky. ]
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[How is it that Percival could easily weaken, make her feel vulnerable all the same? Even when he's not rough with her, she feels herself melt into his arms and she's not even distressed by it. Rather, she feels like this is right. Someone she could be so open to that he could see all her weaknesses. Ones pertaining to him.
Fine, in this case, allow her to be selfish. Though it looks more like he's dragging her along on this ride, all know that he would get far with her if not for the fact she allowed him. Her heart beats for him, and it beats wilder still now that he's finally ridding her of her clothes, that dress that while beautiful, was so tight on her slender body that she wondered if she would ever breathe again. And even with her skin bare, she feels no bashfulness. She's bare to the man she loves, as he whispers daring words that makes her feel a rush, anticipating all the madness he was going to unleash. If he was wanting to draw all the lust from her, it's working. She wants it all. The normally calm Sen is now fueled with desire all for Percival, and she needs to let it all out somehow.
Her body moves easily when he pulls off her dress, carrying her to the bed. She kisses him deeply, feverishly, fingers laced through red locks of hair and knowing full well she just messed up his perfect style. He won't be able to return now. The future king is hers for tonight, even if he belongs to the world. Well, she doesn't mind sharing such an amazing man. Not that she would tell him that completely, knowing that it would go to his head. Someone has to keep him humble, right?
Though how can she when this is happening? She lays on the bed as he places her down, and she had never answered him. Not yet anyway. Instead her body rises when he starts to explore her body, his strong hands a welcoming feel as she watches him. He's handsome like this, with the light filtering in, that for a moment she admires him even before they start to get busy. But it's true. She shouldn't be the only one naked.
She sits up, just slightly, now that their bodies are further apart (there was only so much space when he crushed her against a door), so that she can swiftly unfasten his clothes. He's confident, yes. But her, with her rosy cheeks and lustful eyes, all under that demure grace...well, there is a moment where she could feel her body melt at the way he calls her Sen...
But back to what this is. She tips his chin, her hand pressed against his chest.]
I am ready. So you better make good on your claim and ensure that I do not walk tomorrow, Percival.
[Oh.]
pretend it's actually formatted like the rest of the thread...
"Should we get right to it, then?" he asks even as he shifts and presses a kiss to her neck before lavishing her skin with attention. Dragging his tongue down to one of her full breasts, he runs over an erect nipple and begin to suck greedily and he moans ever so softly against her, as if tasting something rather divine. While he uses a finger to rapidly hit across her other mound's exposed nipple ( —and then proceeds to having his entire hand grab down and grope herentirely before repeating the gestures to keep her maximally simulated—), his hand between her legs pushes one digit in further while curling the second slightly upwards to move along her inner wall with a different pressure.
Normally, he'd wait a little, but she's got his blood on fire demanding he make good on his challenge and there's no doubt as gentle and as in control he can be that there's very little better than a raw hard fuck—and it being done numerous times.
"You're already wet enough I could take you before anything else. Are you that excited to have me inside? Or should I make you come with my fingers the first time?"
He will make good on his promise, he will fuck her one way or another to orgasm after orgasm until she's completely spent, until she has no more energy to do anything beyond let herself pass out. And she'll feel it the morning, just as she is demanding from him.
okay net you and me, we gotta talk about your SLOW SPEEDS
Percival really could be rather wild, no? Of course he would be. He is, after all, the Lord of Fire, and while he speaks calmly and is levelheaded, the flames inside him burn passionately, that when left unchained, he unleashes it. And she can see, him, a mess as he frees himself enough out of his shirt to reveal his fine chest, though with his tie still there she can only think of him as the type to fuel desire. It's hard to pull her eyes away from the refined young man, now that who is not. In fact, his wild words are growing more so.
And it's encouraging.
As urged, her hands move, wrapping around his back so that it would be easier for her to reach up his neck, let her hands trawl down his spine, feeling the heat of bare skin against her curves. Yes, this was it, a feeling she didn't know she needed so much, for him to be against her. Those fingers, teasing her from behind, that she couldn't help it but reply, breathing already as she hears his whispers.]
A-ah, you're determined. It is always something I loved best about you. One of.
[Fine, she might not always tell him how she feels, but she could give him a compliment now and then. Although, while she was a little disappointed that they moved so that he could pour his affections all over her skin, the distractions of such aroused her and she curls up, more daringly as his mouth gets that reaction he so sought. Her body grows more sensitive, feeling that careful palm against her, while he has already actioned with his fingers...and she's riding them.]
Hnn...[Part of her could allow him to draw this out, but...at the same time, she wanted him. Wanted him deep inside of her so that they can finally let all their feelings laid out to bare in the most physical manner. Also, she really wanted to see him let himself go. And also, it wouldn't be fair if he didn't get something out of this too.
Breathlessly, her hands move over to his hips, tugging as an indication of what she wants.]
Your offer is so generous, that you want me to buckle to your whims. [FINGERS.] But it's not fair if you command such power. Come, take me as you would like. After all, we will never leave this room now. So...how do they say. Let's make a mess of it. [Basically, time to let instinct and their bodies do the talking. If he wants to go at it vicious and raw, that's exactly how she wants it.]