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[hoasen]

[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?

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[torchlit]

You spoil me.

[ 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. ]

[hoasen]

I wonder if I spoil you too much.

[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...

[torchlit]

Percival chuckles at that bold little demand even as he shrugs out of his shirt and lets it drop along with the undone tie still trapped between the collar before leaning forward, reaching to take her wrist and to pull her touch from his chest to draw her closer to him and finally coax her to use that arm to cling to his back or around his neck instead. A small hiss of pleasure escapes him as he felt her flesh press against his still with a barrier. He leans in whispering in one of her ears as his hands move to brush his fingers over her behind and drag down between her legs to her vagina. Pressing two fingers down between, he already knows from the latent heat that she's already plenty wet as he is hard. He lets them sink slightly into her, just enough to be noticeable, just enough for him to really feel her around the tips of his fingers.

"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

[hoasen]

[Okay back this formatting for our eyes as we said. YEAH.

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.]