[Vietnam always trusts Cu Chulainn, really. Trusts his decisions and trust him with her wellbeing. After all, if he could easily attempt to kill her, then she knows he's got a good head on his shoulders. But sometimes, he's much too wild. In her mind, it's too inefficient. So there are times where if she doesn't keep track of him, she's afraid she might lose him.
Regardless, the surprise attack that was sprung on them was still won. Of course it would be, he is Cu Chulainn, Child of Light, powerful in any form. But she worried a lot, worried that he wouldn't come back to her. Which, instead of striking fear, just made her angry.
Simultaneously, she needs to punish and reward him for his efforts with her.]
Lancer? [She's looking for him, pacing around her home.] Cu Chulainn? [She's kind and gentle, really. But there was something about the tone of her voice. It's unusually softer than usual.]
[ Cu isn't that worried. He did what he had to do (what he always does). He fought, he killed, he won. That's the important part, right? It doesn't matter what risks he had to take to get it done. It's how he fights - recklessly, without abandon, without regrets. Nothing to it.
He's shacked out in her living room, not really... dozing, but he is staring at the ceiling, humming tunelessly and trying to keep his mind occupied. He glances up as she comes into the room and he lifts his hand with a little grin. ]
[What is she going to do if he's too reckless! But he's fine now. Of course he is, as he's laying there, grin on his face, relaxed and chill outside of battles. It's what she likes about him, really.
No, she can't let that distract her from her task! So she decides to talk a hold of herself, coming over and running her hand over his cheek affectionately.]
[ Oh, that's nice of her. He flickers a smile at her and leans into the caress of her hand, eyes lidding slightly as he peers up at her. He did do well, right? They're winning. ]
Hmmm? Sure, Master. I'll listen. What's on your mind?
[ He shivers - just a touch - when she leans in for that kiss. He makes a low noise and rolls his head back with a low laugh. If she wants to be affectionate, he's definitely not going to stop her. ]
Reckless? No more than usual. That's just how it is, right? It's how I fight!
[At least she could feel that shiver against her lips, with it quirking into a smile. After all, his rich laughter had always been infectious, and she can't help but feed into it. He's right, he's always been like this. In battle, he's a wild beast. Now, she doesn't mind that, really.]
True, but I rather not lose you in the process. Be aggressive, but also careful.
I suppose we still won, so I wish to reward you. [She kisses up his neck, up along his ear. Her hand now travelling over his chest, tracing out the lines through his shirt.] But also to warn you that you need to be be more wary, I must punish you.
[And then with her mouth at his earlobe, she bites down. Hard.]
Careful? I can't always be careful. But if you ask so nicely, I guess I can try for you, Master-
[ He's still laughing low in his throat, easy and content as she slides against him. This - this is all he wants. Battle and a woman to share it all with. He has simple needs, clearly. Especially when her lips are trailing against his skin like that. ]
Wait, punish me-
[ He jumps as her teeth sink into the soft flesh of his ear, tensing. ]
[Well, fair, she's not always careful too. But it's about his track record--
Oh goodness, he's charming. He's simple but he's charming!! Well, at least his reward will be fun, for a man of simple needs. But oh no, he's cute when he jumped.
But she wasn't going to comfort him. At least, not exactly.]
A-ah, sorry if that was too hard. [And she kisses him on the ear. Gentle, affectionate.] But, as I said, I will reward you and punish you. So, this is how we will do this. You can tell me how you'd like me to reward you. [She runs her finger up to his chin, tipping it lightly.] But I have to punish you before that.
[ He can feel the dig of those nails and his expression morphs slightly, edging back towards a grin. His weight shifts and he tilts his head to try and get a better look at her. He needs to get a read on this situation. ]
[Good good, he's agreeable. And as it is, with his eyes shut, she begins.
It starts first with a kiss, slow, tender, her hands following his body until she lifts his shirt, sliding it up his body, until he could feel the cool air, her palms on his skin. Her lips follow down the curve of his neck, her hips sliding over his thighs to initiate friction. This continues, touch, exploration, it's like light body worship. But he would feel something foreign, like the weight of soft fabric teasing his skin.
But it ends all too quickly, and she's shuffled off of his lap.]
You can open them now.
[She stands before him, hand on her hip. In her other hand, she has a rope in one hand.]
And on your knees.
[And she reaches out, grabbing him by the scrunched up shirt to pull him forward, onto his knees on the ground as she said. And with a tug of the rope in her hands, she tightens the loose binds that she had intricately placed on him. So it turns out that her kissing and worshiping was a distraction? It's a very careful pull, so that she wouldn't completely snap his arms behind his back, but the way she pulls him forward will have him arch forward.]
[ Cu doesn't mean this at all. The soft touches and light exploration that promises something a little more - it's all enjoyable. It all teases at him, makes the hair on the back of his neck stand up on end. His breath eases out in a slow sigh and he sinks a little against the couch, feeling his muscles start to unwind and relax. He's not entirely sure what she's planning or what it's going to end up meaning, but he rolls with it. It's... different.
He likes different.
Or he does, anyway, until he opens his eyes and he starts to realize what she's done. He blinks up at her, his lazy smile turning a bit confused. ]
My knees?
[ Oh. There's a rope. He goes forward, knees banging into the carpet and he makes a low noise of frustration, unable to properly brace himself with his arms because of the bindings. He rolls his shoulders for a moment, staring up at her. There's a spark dancing in his eyes. ]
[It's not just a punishment, it's also a reward because he's victorious too. So she would like to at least make him feel good too. Pamper him, massage him, shower him with affection to the point where he would pout more about it.
But, luring him into a false sense of security works too.
She manages a tiny, knowing smile, eyes widening with interest at the liveliness of his expression. She steps closer, her legs tapping each of his knees as she stands close before him, firm and straight and grabbing his chin to force him to look at her.]
Perhaps. [Her hands slide along the cover of his neck, as if she was gently scratching the chin of a pet.] I'm not sure if it qualifies as punishment. [She shifts one leg between his, pushing it with the front of her boot.] But I can teach you to be good.
[ He makes a noise as she grabs his chin and he allows her to tilt his head back, eyes bright and dancing with something between defiance and amusement, one of those grins covering his face. Bright and almost mad. His legs spread slightly and he leans up into her grip, eyes starting to lid just slightly. Cu's breath slips out of him in a low sigh as her fingernails drag against his skin and he has to reign himself in slightly, catch himself so that he can reply. ]
[This wild beast, he fears nothing. Though, he knew that she would quite hurt him, and all her threats are usually for his own good, but of course he would stare at her with such a look. Waiting to see how she does it. Challening with a slightly feral look on that face.
She smiles, and it's almost strange how she does it.]
Hmm? It seems you like that. Even with that strong look, perhaps I have been too soft on you. [Does she mean the way she scratches under his chin, or how she moves the sole of her shoes the press over his crotch, applying enough pressure so that it won't hurt him. She rolls her boot, massaging between his legs.]
To teach you, first let me give you another gift. [She shows him her palms, and they are bare. Claps so that he blinks from the sudden sound, and then having quickly reached into her person, takes out an intricately made leather collar. With him bound like this, it's not hard to buckle it onto him.]
[ There's a stiffening of his spine and a little cant to his hips as he draws in a slow breath. The press of her boot against his groin is... noticeable to say the least and he knows that it's as much a threat as it is a tease. There's something dangerous about her when she's like this and he thinks he likes it. Probably too much for his own good. ]
A gift...?
[ He arches a brow, that grin on his face never quite leaving. Even when she clasps the collar around his neck. His shoulders settle with a slow, even roll and an exhale of breath. His eyes lid as he glances up at her, daring to meet her gaze. Daring her to do something about it. ]
[Cu, you need to stop liking good girls when they're bad. Although, she could say, it's because he encourages it. Just seeing him like this, seeing every reaction. She can't help but feel a lot more hotter inside. The idea of keeping control grows with each minute.
Ah, it suits him so well. A picture perfect look of a man in a collar, quivering under her boot. And still with his eyes burning. Neither of them should be playing with fire.]
Dog...?
[She knows he doesn't take to being called a dog well all of the time. But, he said it first, yo.]
I suppose so. I reward good dogs, but bad feral dogs need to be bound up. [She's running her finger along over his collar. She leans down, her body arched in an easy curve, pressing her lips to his ear, nuzzling him like he's her affectionate pet.
And in a low whisper.] I could muzzle you up, push you down, and take you from behind.
[ He did say it first. So he'll accept it, for now, smile curving his lips, even with the pressure she puts against him. He can handle this - and honestly, it's exciting to watch (and feel) her going into action. He breathes out slowly, a ragged little gasp as she leans in. There's a flame kindling in his gut; a warmth and tension that demands more. An excitement to go with the way she treats him. His eyes try to track her as she leans down and he makes a low noise at the back of his throat as she threatens him.
God, it's been a while since anyone's done that quite like this. ]
[See! She won't say it unless he says it, in which don't mind if she feeds into it. He's Cu Chulainn, Hound of Ulster, not just a dog. Although, he really could be her dog, if he wanted to be.
Even bent over like this to shower him with sweet affection midst her threatening words, her foot doesn't stop to apply pressure. There is no escape for him, she'll get him hard and show him her words are not empty threats.
After all, as she runs her tongue over the edge of his ear (who is the dog now), pulling at the latch of his collar to draw him closer, there is a ghost of a smirk that he should be able to feel on her lips.]
You're still defiant, no? [She likes that, it fuels her.] You do not, I may be doing too much. But. Now?
[She lifts her foot away from him, crouching down onto her knees to better undo his pants.]
[ The curl of her finger against the shell of his ear is warm and wet and delightful enough to send a shiver up his spine, send a heavy, needy tension into his gut, where it settles and grows. He holds back a sharp little exhale and settles (instead) for breathy laughter as she attacks him on two fronts. He can deal with this - with her - he's a warrior. The great Cu Chulain. The Hound of Ulster.
Even if he enjoys this. ]
You're my Master, aren't you? I have to obey.
[ There's still something taunting in the way he says that and the smile that shows off his teeth. He's still for her, though, letting her fingers wander and explore and undo the catch of his trousers. ]
[The great Cu Chulainn really is rolling with the shots here, which she has to admit, she likes. After all, would it be fun if one or the other was too easy? If he just submitted to her without making her put more effort into it, how can they say they enjoyed the challenge? To overpower someone who is a warrior?
That being said, punishment aside, she still wants him to have a good time. But don't tell him that.]
Ah, true. I am your Master. [She, who normally hates the distinction, is relishing in it. To be above it all.] I do like it when you obey. I also like it you rebel, but I shouldn't be encouraging you. I'm punishing you, no?
[Her hand slips into his pants, reaching until she could wrap her fingers firm around him, her grip growing tighter. It's easier for now, kneeling by him, wraps her arm around his waist and runs her nails up and down his hip.]
If you want to complain. [She kisses by the curve of his shoulder, below his collar.] I will allow it. Before I decide to shut you up. [And then her hand starts to warm him up, pumping him till she can him him fully hard.]
[ His response is a low humm, half a hiss, as her hand slides against his skin. When her fingers find him, he's already hardening, already growing against her fingers. There's a shiver in his skin, a dull, heavy, warm weight that suffuses him and lights him up with sparks and dancing electricity. She knows how to get a reaction out of him. ]
Ah - n-no reason to complain, right? I've got your lovely attention on me - what else could I ask for?
[ There's that grin, but he can't quite move the way he'd like. He's tied, restrained, held in place, and his limbs strain for a moment as he aches to push against her. Aches to get just a touch more friction from those frustratingly gentle fingers. ]
[His reactions really can set a girl's heart on fire, doesn't it? With him hardening in her hand, it encourages her to stroke him more, but slow, easy, nails trailing up and down the length of him.
Beautiful. Just beautiful. She wants to drink it all in, the site of him struggling in his binds as his body involuntarily reacts to the pleasure she will offer. There is only so much he can do right now.]
Goodness, you'd want my attention in any way? Well. [She turns so that she settles in front of him now, teeth tugging at his lower lip.]
I've already given you my attention. You can keep asking for it. But I get to decide how to deliver it.
[Her voice is gentle for the moment, kissing his chin, kissing down his neck, to the middle of his chest just over his shirt, lifting it further to press a kiss to his abdomen, all the way down until she pulls him out, letting her tongue lap once over the tip of his cock. The way she lounges now she's lowered herself, prowling like a cat, she looks more like she's about to pounce any minute now.
Her fingers pull back so that they latch onto his inner thighs, nails digging deep.]
Now don't look away. And don't move. [And then she slips him into her mouth. Just half of him, at first, savouring him slowly.]
[ Cu's teeth grit, grinding together as her nails drag against sensitive skin. Not quite painful, but enough to make him jump. The edge of pleasure, verging on pain. Not because it threatens to hurt, but because of how sensitive he is. He doesn't quite squirm, but he does push against her hand with a low little exhale of breath. His limbs flex against his bonds, as if testing them, and then he settles once more, the tip of his tongue wetting his lips, red and slick. ]
Deliver, then-
[ He's almost sorry he said anything, because a moment later she's working down him and the intent is obvious. His belly flutters when she trails her lips against his skin and his eyes follow her, dark and heavy and aroused. He doesn't want to look away, so her command doesn't change much. It's still a command though and he has to keep his eyes on her. His toes flex against the floor and another breath rushes through him, muscles tightening as her fingers dig into him and then her wet, warm tongue slides against him. Then her lips around him and he breathes out, eyes lidded. He's locked in place, resisting the urge to squirm, to hitch his hips, dedicated to trying to obey her last order. ]
[Cu Chulainn is often in control of himself. Even when feral, he is an overwhelming presence that exudes charisma. It's the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he's like. And right now? She can still sense it in that way he tries, once more, to challenge her to give him all she's got.
She smirks for a moment when her lips touched over her skin. Vietnam casts him one more glance as her mouth pulls upwards, her teeth brushing over sensitive skin (so if not her nails, now her teeth?).
He tries so hard, doesn't he? Every part of his body is tense, and she could feel it under her fingers. His body wants to rebel and move, but she had told him to watch her keep still. And he obeyed. Ah, she's a little flustered inside just thinking about it. It warms her up, fuels her hunger. That sweet, sweet taste of power, as good as him on the tip of her tongue.
So she dives down with more fervour, taking him full into her mouth, warm and tight, slick and fluid. She groans, the noise vibrating him and she sucks like she feasts.]
[ His eyes lid a little more as he watches her, breath sucking in in sharp little noises as her mouth lowers over him and her lips cover him. He releases it in a shuddering sigh, refusing to let himself move or fail. He's going to do this because he wants to and because she's commanded him to. He's going to prove that he has that willpower. Not necessarily because he's bound to it, but because it's for her and for their strange relationship. Because he chooses to be this for fer.
He doesn't stir, although his cock twitches against her lips and against her tongue. ]
[He's doing really well. She wouldn't have expected anything else, considering he's one of the greatest heroes around. No one gets that kind of reputation without being good at a lot of things, and honestly, she's been around him long enough to know what kind of man he is. Determined, stubborn, and faces everything head on. But he wouldn't do this if he did not want to. So no matter how empowering this is, she's going to give it her all just for him.
After all, she knows how he feels, just from his cock alone. His body is still, his eyes on her, but that part of him will always react involuntarily. She tugs his pants down further, careful considering the way he's positioned, to make it easier for her to snake her hand in his pants and palm his balls, massing along with the pace of her keen mouth. That said, her finger starts to tease along the track between his legs, right to the entrance of his rear, back and forth as if to tell him of her intentions.]
His whole body seems to tense for a moment as he feels her hand start to wander. He hadn't been expecting... that. Not like this, not here. He makes a muted little noise, half rising on his knees as her fingers brush against sensitive skin (and he's surprised; that helps). There's a lot happening; she's teasing him with her mouth and her hands and the sensitive skin she brushes with tongue and fingers just makes everything in him coil a bit tighter as he tries to settle again. ]
Hah-
[ He breathes out; a sharp exhale as he resists the urge to try and thrust or hitch or grind. He's trying to be good, as difficult as it is. He wants to be, if only to prove that he can. And to make a point to her, too, but that's a bit secondary. ]
[She got him, that's for certain. Vietnam has always been capable of being bold, but she never knew how far she could take it. Here, with Cu trembling in her hands, one should wonder if he was open to this. But she did take it step by step. And in all cases, whenever it came to overwhelming someone with touch alone, she's always been good at it.
The way his hips shift, she doesn't just feel it in her hand, she also feels it in her mouth. Tense, hard, yet so stubbornly holding firm. She admires him for this. It's beautiful to see. Even just the way his abdominal muscles clench so.
She tightens her mouth, sucking in harder to apply even more pressure into her mouth. Taking him as deep as she could, for he is big and she's going to try her very best, with him edging deeper to the back of her throat. And that sly finger, it moves further again, this time toying with the sensitive opening, but even then, she does not push. Just slightly, before she trails her finger back again. Her other hand now has to tug his pants down a little more.
Actually, she's impressed. He's so good that she doesn't even have to hold him down. At least not yet. And now the hand shifting his clothes has done its job, it slides over the landscape of his stomach, up to his chest, and teases one of his nipples between her slender fingers.]
[ Cu has had... many, many lovers, mostly in life. He's shared his bed with all types of people and done many different things, but Viet still manages to make his toes curl and get the hair on the back of his neck standing up as she teases him with her mouth and her hands. The combination makes him shudder and his eyes lid, mouth hanging open slightly as the muscles of his belly clench and he tries to hold himself still. Tries not to let the pleasure that ripples through him become an overwhelming flood that will overload his thoughts and sweep everything else away.
A twitch and then another and then there are fingers against his chest and he twists slightly into her touch with a muted noise of frustration and pleasure. Every touch is starting to build on the one before, piling up on the cascade of sensation that's already present. Another noise and his back arches as he leans over her and draws in a long, low shuddering breath.
No.
He's going to hold himself back. Just a while longer. ]
[Meanwhile, Vietnam can count on one hand how many encounters she had prior to meeting Cu. There was really something about him that got her to act so freely. She's grown more brave in showing physical intimacy, and likewise, more adventurous in showing him a more bolder approach. She wouldn't pleasure anyone like she would him. Bound up or free.
As it is, her touch has always been her best talent, and she's going to utilise that to its most effective. Vietnam can't quite see him now, as she dives into her task of wringing out every reaction from him using pleasure alone, and she goes about it with much earnestness. It's punishment, and that means for him to succumb to this. Eventually. And then she'll break him again.
But it's really time to take up another notch to push his very limits. She slides her hand to his untouched nipple, giving it the very same attention that she gave the other. As for her other hand, she slides one tentative finger deep inside of him, but there was no thrusting. Instead, she probes as if to search, trying to find that one point near his prostate to get him going.
And all of this as she countinues to taste him. She groans, the heaviness overwhelming and she takes him deeper until she pushes her own limits. He's being impressive, and she can't be left behind, moving to take him deep into her throat, her teeth dangerously grazing along the sensitive skin.]
[ She's touching him all over, trying to drag a reaction out of him, and it's starting to work. Her fingers seem to trace little lines of electricity against his skin and he has to bite back a sharp inhale of breath as they finally tease up against his other nipple. This - isn't what he's used to. He's used to give and take, a back and forth between partners, not being force to just sit and accept whatever his done to him - but that's exactly what's happening to him now. He finally lets out a low gasp, breath rushing out of him in a long, low sigh.
And of course, her fingers are probing, sliding against - into - him, spreading him open, and dragging against the very sensitive inner walls. He makes a noise - not quite discomfort. It's simply a strange feeling. He hasn't... actually done this in a while, so reacquainting himself with the feeling is strange. He makes another noise and his teeth dig into his lower lip, worrying at it as his back starts to bow outward and he leans over her with another gasping sigh. ]
[She's patient, she can do this for a while if it's to get him to crumble. His reactions are beginning to become more obvious to her, and there's a twinkle in her eye, knowing that she's pushing further into making him spill (not like that. Probably like that).
Vietnam wasn't exactly sure if this was something he was going to like, being that while she was punishing him, she didn't want him to be suffering through something he didn't enjoy. However, it seems that it got an appropriate reaction out of him, and she could feel him squirming against her fingers. With enough traction, she slides in another, to let him the feel the fullness he often gave her.
As for her teasing of his chest, she lets her fingers walk up them now, over the firmness of his muscles, with him bowing over, his mouth is a lot closer to her. She's about to reach, touch along his lips before she tries to slide her finger into his mouth to move along the top of his tongue. As it turns out, if she had a chance, she's not leaving anything untouched.]
[ It's a strange sensation to have fingers working against him from both sides - and then she's still bent over him, still teasing him with her mouth. He feels stretched, opened up. He makes a noise against her probing fingers, tongue working against the intruding digits and rocks forward against her. He's doing his best to be restrained - it's what she wants, apparently. It's... sort of what he wants.
His weight shifts and then he pulls away, back straightening as he takes a long, slow, deep breath of air, muscles in his back and buttocks clenching as he tries to settle himself. ]
[She hums quietly when she could feel the slickness of his tongue on her fingertips. He's responsive in all the right ways, with his tightening around her own fingers, she eases her pace down. Does she want him to release yet? That's to be seen.
With him pulling back, his body once again firm and straight, she slides him out of her mouth. Slowly, her teeth grazing against him, her tongue pressing on the underside. Her fingers doesn't pull back, still massaging him from the inside, while her free hand replaces her mouth for a moment, her thumb toying with his tip.
And she licks her lips clean, almost like she relished that.]
I do everything in full. My attention is all on you. I do not...how to say, "half-ass", so you can be perfectly punished. [She kisses him on the muscles of his abdomen.] I wonder, how ready are you, if I should take it one further...?
[ Cu makes that low noise of want and need, feeling stretched and (not quite) filled, while the slick heat of her mouth wraps around him, teases him, urges him on. He strains his hips, trying to hold himself back, toes curling, panting for breath-
And then she pauses, slides her mouth free with a bit of a pop, leaving his member dark with arousal and slick and glistening with a combination of his pre and her saliva. He takes a slow, deep shuddering breath that hitches as her hand replaces her mouth and glides over him in a teasing touch. His too-sensitive tip jumps against her thumb and his whole body seems to tense as he holds himself back from the edge. ]
You've... got me here. All yours, Master. I'm not going to stop you.
[He's so close, she can tell. But Vietnam doesn't want Cu to drown just yet. There is still a little more she needs to do, to overwhelm him completely so that he would remember this. Well, or at least she could in this small space of time. His body seems ready, but she's not ready for him to topple just yet. As exciting as it was to see him so, and to see how even little bit of touch she offers has him crumble a little more.
So much that those words...well, can a girl resist? He's hers, as he said. Likewise, she is his, and not just as his master.]
Mine, no? [She kisses his stomach, and kisses up to his chest, tongue laving over one nipple. And she keeps going, after tugging with it her teeth.
But her hands are pulling away, leaving him for a moment so that she can sit more upright, resting her hands on his thighs.]
Then, will you come with me so that I can take you properly?
[She taps her fingers, the same ones that penetrated him. As it is, she's hinting that she wants to try what he usually does to her. But she'll have to bring out another piece of equipment for it.]
Will you let me see it? [She leans in, presses her lips to his, kissing him gently first, her tongue still baring a little of his taste.] I want to see you unravel.
[ Cu's sucking in a long, slow breath when her hands pull away. He's left trembling a little. On edge. Poised and taut and trying to clear his head so he can think. Not that he really needs to think right now, but he's coming up from under that wave of pleasure. He blinks to clear his eyes and glances down at her, tongue wetting his lips as they curve in a smile that exposes glinting, sharp teeth. ]
I'll go where ever you lead, Master.
[ So, he's going to be a good dog. At least for today. He leans into the kiss, returning with a low growl at the back of his throat. A noise of affirmation. ]
[Good heavens, he's really, really beautiful. He's still holding himself in a strange kind of grace, all the way succumbing to that pleasure. And then that look on his face. Fangs bared in his mouth as he grins, that wild spirit she so admires. Even as he professes his good behaviour as a "good dog".
She smiles into his kiss, and kisses him again, so sweetly with genuine affection. Her hands slide up to touch his collar, and tugs at it.]
Then I'll lead you. Come with me.
[One last kiss and she wraps her hands around his back, and smoothly she unties him, pulling the restraints free. However, with the collar still there, it might be a hint as what she might try to get him to do.
After all, she might truly adore him. But her actions may have been a little too sweet.]
Come with me, on your knees.
[She stands up, having made sure that the leash the restraints are now secure around his collar to serve as a leash.]
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i ain't changing shit in the above post. I THINK.
Regardless, the surprise attack that was sprung on them was still won. Of course it would be, he is Cu Chulainn, Child of Light, powerful in any form. But she worried a lot, worried that he wouldn't come back to her. Which, instead of striking fear, just made her angry.
Simultaneously, she needs to punish and reward him for his efforts with her.]
Lancer? [She's looking for him, pacing around her home.] Cu Chulainn? [She's kind and gentle, really. But there was something about the tone of her voice. It's unusually softer than usual.]
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He's shacked out in her living room, not really... dozing, but he is staring at the ceiling, humming tunelessly and trying to keep his mind occupied. He glances up as she comes into the room and he lifts his hand with a little grin. ]
Oi, Viet! What's going on?
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No, she can't let that distract her from her task! So she decides to talk a hold of herself, coming over and running her hand over his cheek affectionately.]
So, Cu...about that last battle. I want to talk.
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Hmmm? Sure, Master. I'll listen. What's on your mind?
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Her thumb smooths over his cheek to his lips, and she presses her head to the nook of his neck, dropping a feather light kiss. Overall, more forward.]
I understand that we have been winning as of late. But do you think you're being reckless?
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Reckless? No more than usual. That's just how it is, right? It's how I fight!
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True, but I rather not lose you in the process. Be aggressive, but also careful.
I suppose we still won, so I wish to reward you. [She kisses up his neck, up along his ear. Her hand now travelling over his chest, tracing out the lines through his shirt.] But also to warn you that you need to be be more wary, I must punish you.
[And then with her mouth at his earlobe, she bites down. Hard.]
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[ He's still laughing low in his throat, easy and content as she slides against him. This - this is all he wants. Battle and a woman to share it all with. He has simple needs, clearly. Especially when her lips are trailing against his skin like that. ]
Wait, punish me-
[ He jumps as her teeth sink into the soft flesh of his ear, tensing. ]
Master-! That hurt-!
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Oh goodness, he's charming. He's simple but he's charming!! Well, at least his reward will be fun, for a man of simple needs. But oh no, he's cute when he jumped.
But she wasn't going to comfort him. At least, not exactly.]
A-ah, sorry if that was too hard. [And she kisses him on the ear. Gentle, affectionate.] But, as I said, I will reward you and punish you. So, this is how we will do this. You can tell me how you'd like me to reward you. [She runs her finger up to his chin, tipping it lightly.] But I have to punish you before that.
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[ OK, he's being a bit whiny right there. He shoots her a look of betrayal, not quite sure what to make of this proposition. ]
What's all this reward and punishment stuff?
[ Give him a minute Viet. ]
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A-ah but he looks so betrayed...] Fine, it's not quite a punishment, it's a warning!
You might like it.
[She's giving him a knowing look, her hand presses against his chest, nails digging slightly.]
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I might, huh?
[ He arches a brow. ]
Why don't you show me?
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It's why she throws her leg over his thighs, straddling him for the moment as she slides her hands down to the end of his shirt, tugging upwards.]
Alright, if you want me to show you? First, close your eyes.
[Wait what?]
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Huh?
[ He blinks, looking slightly confused. Then he shrugs. ]
Whatever you say, master...
[ He settles back in his seat and closes his eyes. This better be good. ]
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It starts first with a kiss, slow, tender, her hands following his body until she lifts his shirt, sliding it up his body, until he could feel the cool air, her palms on his skin. Her lips follow down the curve of his neck, her hips sliding over his thighs to initiate friction. This continues, touch, exploration, it's like light body worship. But he would feel something foreign, like the weight of soft fabric teasing his skin.
But it ends all too quickly, and she's shuffled off of his lap.]
You can open them now.
[She stands before him, hand on her hip. In her other hand, she has a rope in one hand.]
And on your knees.
[And she reaches out, grabbing him by the scrunched up shirt to pull him forward, onto his knees on the ground as she said. And with a tug of the rope in her hands, she tightens the loose binds that she had intricately placed on him. So it turns out that her kissing and worshiping was a distraction? It's a very careful pull, so that she wouldn't completely snap his arms behind his back, but the way she pulls him forward will have him arch forward.]
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He likes different.
Or he does, anyway, until he opens his eyes and he starts to realize what she's done. He blinks up at her, his lazy smile turning a bit confused. ]
My knees?
[ Oh. There's a rope. He goes forward, knees banging into the carpet and he makes a low noise of frustration, unable to properly brace himself with his arms because of the bindings. He rolls his shoulders for a moment, staring up at her. There's a spark dancing in his eyes. ]
So, this is your punishment, huh?
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But, luring him into a false sense of security works too.
She manages a tiny, knowing smile, eyes widening with interest at the liveliness of his expression. She steps closer, her legs tapping each of his knees as she stands close before him, firm and straight and grabbing his chin to force him to look at her.]
Perhaps. [Her hands slide along the cover of his neck, as if she was gently scratching the chin of a pet.] I'm not sure if it qualifies as punishment. [She shifts one leg between his, pushing it with the front of her boot.] But I can teach you to be good.
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What are you going to teach me, Master? And how?
[ His blood is humming in his ears. ]
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She smiles, and it's almost strange how she does it.]
Hmm? It seems you like that. Even with that strong look, perhaps I have been too soft on you. [Does she mean the way she scratches under his chin, or how she moves the sole of her shoes the press over his crotch, applying enough pressure so that it won't hurt him. She rolls her boot, massaging between his legs.]
To teach you, first let me give you another gift. [She shows him her palms, and they are bare. Claps so that he blinks from the sudden sound, and then having quickly reached into her person, takes out an intricately made leather collar. With him bound like this, it's not hard to buckle it onto him.]
You are mine. This will remind you of that.
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A gift...?
[ He arches a brow, that grin on his face never quite leaving. Even when she clasps the collar around his neck. His shoulders settle with a slow, even roll and an exhale of breath. His eyes lid as he glances up at her, daring to meet her gaze. Daring her to do something about it. ]
Does this make me your dog?
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Ah, it suits him so well. A picture perfect look of a man in a collar, quivering under her boot. And still with his eyes burning. Neither of them should be playing with fire.]
Dog...?
[She knows he doesn't take to being called a dog well all of the time. But, he said it first, yo.]
I suppose so. I reward good dogs, but bad feral dogs need to be bound up. [She's running her finger along over his collar. She leans down, her body arched in an easy curve, pressing her lips to his ear, nuzzling him like he's her affectionate pet.
And in a low whisper.] I could muzzle you up, push you down, and take you from behind.
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God, it's been a while since anyone's done that quite like this. ]
Have I been that bad? Do I really deserve that?
[ He's still being lippy. ]
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Even bent over like this to shower him with sweet affection midst her threatening words, her foot doesn't stop to apply pressure. There is no escape for him, she'll get him hard and show him her words are not empty threats.
After all, as she runs her tongue over the edge of his ear (who is the dog now), pulling at the latch of his collar to draw him closer, there is a ghost of a smirk that he should be able to feel on her lips.]
You're still defiant, no? [She likes that, it fuels her.] You do not, I may be doing too much. But. Now?
[She lifts her foot away from him, crouching down onto her knees to better undo his pants.]
Now I'm doing this just because I feel like it.
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Even if he enjoys this. ]
You're my Master, aren't you? I have to obey.
[ There's still something taunting in the way he says that and the smile that shows off his teeth. He's still for her, though, letting her fingers wander and explore and undo the catch of his trousers. ]
I can't complain. Even if I wanted to.
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That being said, punishment aside, she still wants him to have a good time. But don't tell him that.]
Ah, true. I am your Master. [She, who normally hates the distinction, is relishing in it. To be above it all.] I do like it when you obey. I also like it you rebel, but I shouldn't be encouraging you. I'm punishing you, no?
[Her hand slips into his pants, reaching until she could wrap her fingers firm around him, her grip growing tighter. It's easier for now, kneeling by him, wraps her arm around his waist and runs her nails up and down his hip.]
If you want to complain. [She kisses by the curve of his shoulder, below his collar.] I will allow it. Before I decide to shut you up. [And then her hand starts to warm him up, pumping him till she can him him fully hard.]
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Ah - n-no reason to complain, right? I've got your lovely attention on me - what else could I ask for?
[ There's that grin, but he can't quite move the way he'd like. He's tied, restrained, held in place, and his limbs strain for a moment as he aches to push against her. Aches to get just a touch more friction from those frustratingly gentle fingers. ]
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Beautiful. Just beautiful. She wants to drink it all in, the site of him struggling in his binds as his body involuntarily reacts to the pleasure she will offer. There is only so much he can do right now.]
Goodness, you'd want my attention in any way? Well. [She turns so that she settles in front of him now, teeth tugging at his lower lip.]
I've already given you my attention. You can keep asking for it. But I get to decide how to deliver it.
[Her voice is gentle for the moment, kissing his chin, kissing down his neck, to the middle of his chest just over his shirt, lifting it further to press a kiss to his abdomen, all the way down until she pulls him out, letting her tongue lap once over the tip of his cock. The way she lounges now she's lowered herself, prowling like a cat, she looks more like she's about to pounce any minute now.
Her fingers pull back so that they latch onto his inner thighs, nails digging deep.]
Now don't look away. And don't move. [And then she slips him into her mouth. Just half of him, at first, savouring him slowly.]
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Deliver, then-
[ He's almost sorry he said anything, because a moment later she's working down him and the intent is obvious. His belly flutters when she trails her lips against his skin and his eyes follow her, dark and heavy and aroused. He doesn't want to look away, so her command doesn't change much. It's still a command though and he has to keep his eyes on her. His toes flex against the floor and another breath rushes through him, muscles tightening as her fingers dig into him and then her wet, warm tongue slides against him. Then her lips around him and he breathes out, eyes lidded. He's locked in place, resisting the urge to squirm, to hitch his hips, dedicated to trying to obey her last order. ]
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She smirks for a moment when her lips touched over her skin. Vietnam casts him one more glance as her mouth pulls upwards, her teeth brushing over sensitive skin (so if not her nails, now her teeth?).
He tries so hard, doesn't he? Every part of his body is tense, and she could feel it under her fingers. His body wants to rebel and move, but she had told him to watch her keep still. And he obeyed. Ah, she's a little flustered inside just thinking about it. It warms her up, fuels her hunger. That sweet, sweet taste of power, as good as him on the tip of her tongue.
So she dives down with more fervour, taking him full into her mouth, warm and tight, slick and fluid. She groans, the noise vibrating him and she sucks like she feasts.]
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He doesn't stir, although his cock twitches against her lips and against her tongue. ]
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After all, she knows how he feels, just from his cock alone. His body is still, his eyes on her, but that part of him will always react involuntarily. She tugs his pants down further, careful considering the way he's positioned, to make it easier for her to snake her hand in his pants and palm his balls, massing along with the pace of her keen mouth. That said, her finger starts to tease along the track between his legs, right to the entrance of his rear, back and forth as if to tell him of her intentions.]
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His whole body seems to tense for a moment as he feels her hand start to wander. He hadn't been expecting... that. Not like this, not here. He makes a muted little noise, half rising on his knees as her fingers brush against sensitive skin (and he's surprised; that helps). There's a lot happening; she's teasing him with her mouth and her hands and the sensitive skin she brushes with tongue and fingers just makes everything in him coil a bit tighter as he tries to settle again. ]
Hah-
[ He breathes out; a sharp exhale as he resists the urge to try and thrust or hitch or grind. He's trying to be good, as difficult as it is. He wants to be, if only to prove that he can. And to make a point to her, too, but that's a bit secondary. ]
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The way his hips shift, she doesn't just feel it in her hand, she also feels it in her mouth. Tense, hard, yet so stubbornly holding firm. She admires him for this. It's beautiful to see. Even just the way his abdominal muscles clench so.
She tightens her mouth, sucking in harder to apply even more pressure into her mouth. Taking him as deep as she could, for he is big and she's going to try her very best, with him edging deeper to the back of her throat. And that sly finger, it moves further again, this time toying with the sensitive opening, but even then, she does not push. Just slightly, before she trails her finger back again. Her other hand now has to tug his pants down a little more.
Actually, she's impressed. He's so good that she doesn't even have to hold him down. At least not yet. And now the hand shifting his clothes has done its job, it slides over the landscape of his stomach, up to his chest, and teases one of his nipples between her slender fingers.]
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A twitch and then another and then there are fingers against his chest and he twists slightly into her touch with a muted noise of frustration and pleasure. Every touch is starting to build on the one before, piling up on the cascade of sensation that's already present. Another noise and his back arches as he leans over her and draws in a long, low shuddering breath.
No.
He's going to hold himself back. Just a while longer. ]
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As it is, her touch has always been her best talent, and she's going to utilise that to its most effective. Vietnam can't quite see him now, as she dives into her task of wringing out every reaction from him using pleasure alone, and she goes about it with much earnestness. It's punishment, and that means for him to succumb to this. Eventually. And then she'll break him again.
But it's really time to take up another notch to push his very limits. She slides her hand to his untouched nipple, giving it the very same attention that she gave the other. As for her other hand, she slides one tentative finger deep inside of him, but there was no thrusting. Instead, she probes as if to search, trying to find that one point near his prostate to get him going.
And all of this as she countinues to taste him. She groans, the heaviness overwhelming and she takes him deeper until she pushes her own limits. He's being impressive, and she can't be left behind, moving to take him deep into her throat, her teeth dangerously grazing along the sensitive skin.]
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And of course, her fingers are probing, sliding against - into - him, spreading him open, and dragging against the very sensitive inner walls. He makes a noise - not quite discomfort. It's simply a strange feeling. He hasn't... actually done this in a while, so reacquainting himself with the feeling is strange. He makes another noise and his teeth dig into his lower lip, worrying at it as his back starts to bow outward and he leans over her with another gasping sigh. ]
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Vietnam wasn't exactly sure if this was something he was going to like, being that while she was punishing him, she didn't want him to be suffering through something he didn't enjoy. However, it seems that it got an appropriate reaction out of him, and she could feel him squirming against her fingers. With enough traction, she slides in another, to let him the feel the fullness he often gave her.
As for her teasing of his chest, she lets her fingers walk up them now, over the firmness of his muscles, with him bowing over, his mouth is a lot closer to her. She's about to reach, touch along his lips before she tries to slide her finger into his mouth to move along the top of his tongue. As it turns out, if she had a chance, she's not leaving anything untouched.]
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His weight shifts and then he pulls away, back straightening as he takes a long, slow, deep breath of air, muscles in his back and buttocks clenching as he tries to settle himself. ]
You take your punishments pretty seriously.
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With him pulling back, his body once again firm and straight, she slides him out of her mouth. Slowly, her teeth grazing against him, her tongue pressing on the underside. Her fingers doesn't pull back, still massaging him from the inside, while her free hand replaces her mouth for a moment, her thumb toying with his tip.
And she licks her lips clean, almost like she relished that.]
I do everything in full. My attention is all on you. I do not...how to say, "half-ass", so you can be perfectly punished. [She kisses him on the muscles of his abdomen.] I wonder, how ready are you, if I should take it one further...?
[What is she thinking of?]
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And then she pauses, slides her mouth free with a bit of a pop, leaving his member dark with arousal and slick and glistening with a combination of his pre and her saliva. He takes a slow, deep shuddering breath that hitches as her hand replaces her mouth and glides over him in a teasing touch. His too-sensitive tip jumps against her thumb and his whole body seems to tense as he holds himself back from the edge. ]
You've... got me here. All yours, Master. I'm not going to stop you.
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So much that those words...well, can a girl resist? He's hers, as he said. Likewise, she is his, and not just as his master.]
Mine, no? [She kisses his stomach, and kisses up to his chest, tongue laving over one nipple. And she keeps going, after tugging with it her teeth.
But her hands are pulling away, leaving him for a moment so that she can sit more upright, resting her hands on his thighs.]
Then, will you come with me so that I can take you properly?
[She taps her fingers, the same ones that penetrated him. As it is, she's hinting that she wants to try what he usually does to her. But she'll have to bring out another piece of equipment for it.]
Will you let me see it? [She leans in, presses her lips to his, kissing him gently first, her tongue still baring a little of his taste.] I want to see you unravel.
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I'll go where ever you lead, Master.
[ So, he's going to be a good dog. At least for today. He leans into the kiss, returning with a low growl at the back of his throat. A noise of affirmation. ]
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She smiles into his kiss, and kisses him again, so sweetly with genuine affection. Her hands slide up to touch his collar, and tugs at it.]
Then I'll lead you. Come with me.
[One last kiss and she wraps her hands around his back, and smoothly she unties him, pulling the restraints free. However, with the collar still there, it might be a hint as what she might try to get him to do.
After all, she might truly adore him. But her actions may have been a little too sweet.]
Come with me, on your knees.
[She stands up, having made sure that the leash the restraints are now secure around his collar to serve as a leash.]