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[ There are only a small handful of experiences that someone has over a lifetime that truly feel like they are life altering in some way or another. For Narumi, if he just narrows down the pleasant ones they've included things like the discovery of video games for the first time as a young child, or his invitation to join the JAKDF once he was old enough, his promotion to captain.
This... Well, this maybe isn't so good as to be called truly life altering, but despite the temporary effects this game will have on their bodies and hormones, there's a little permanent shift being made to his brain chemistry her as Rin bottoms out inside of him. At no point in his life has Narumi had any great or burning desire to bottom for another human being, whether the cock is real or not, but right now... fuck, this very well might have created an itch in him that he will one day need scratched again.
It's hard for him to really think into the future right now when he' struggling so hard to think at all in the moment. With Rin's cock fully resting inside of him, Narumi's back arches unconsciously, a sharp inhale hissing past his lips as he narrows his unfocused eyes.
She's asking him questions he's barely registering, though he at least has enough wits about him to realize she's insulting him with them. ]
Do you ever stop talking?
This... Well, this maybe isn't so good as to be called truly life altering, but despite the temporary effects this game will have on their bodies and hormones, there's a little permanent shift being made to his brain chemistry her as Rin bottoms out inside of him. At no point in his life has Narumi had any great or burning desire to bottom for another human being, whether the cock is real or not, but right now... fuck, this very well might have created an itch in him that he will one day need scratched again.
It's hard for him to really think into the future right now when he' struggling so hard to think at all in the moment. With Rin's cock fully resting inside of him, Narumi's back arches unconsciously, a sharp inhale hissing past his lips as he narrows his unfocused eyes.
She's asking him questions he's barely registering, though he at least has enough wits about him to realize she's insulting him with them. ]
Do you ever stop talking?
[Did she ask properly? Rin thinks her request was actually a little rough, but perhaps the praise smoothed it over. Not that Fuuta gives her much chance to think it over. The moment the heat of his tongue drags slick over her underside she swears her knees threaten to buckle. The wholly new sensation causes her eyes to roll slightly, but the moment his lips encase her properly they snap open wide.
Rin's spin goes ramrod straight as her muscles flex with tension. Eager to touch Fuuta in return, she reaches her hands out to place atop his fiery red locks. It's a shame he closed his eye. Having that dingy grey-green look up at her with his mouth full of her would very likely make her melt all over again...
Gently, experimentally, she leans into him a little. The slightest and most restrained push she can manage to inch just a little more of herself inside his hot, welcoming mouth. Selfishness crawls across her skin like an itch. Feeding her desire to hold his head still and buck into the back of his throat. However from now she holds back. Simply enjoying being inside him like she had been invited to paradise.]
Haaaaaaaaah, you feel pretty good...
Rin's spin goes ramrod straight as her muscles flex with tension. Eager to touch Fuuta in return, she reaches her hands out to place atop his fiery red locks. It's a shame he closed his eye. Having that dingy grey-green look up at her with his mouth full of her would very likely make her melt all over again...
Gently, experimentally, she leans into him a little. The slightest and most restrained push she can manage to inch just a little more of herself inside his hot, welcoming mouth. Selfishness crawls across her skin like an itch. Feeding her desire to hold his head still and buck into the back of his throat. However from now she holds back. Simply enjoying being inside him like she had been invited to paradise.]
Haaaaaaaaah, you feel pretty good...
[ This is ... dangerous.
Fuuta might not be thinking about it consciously, but his nerves light up the moment his tongue lathes over the head of Rin's cock, a hot bolt of sensation ripping down his spine when the slightest bead of pre-come lathes against his tongue -- however potent Rin's alpha pheromones might have been already, they come through exponentially in close proximity like this, and it's almost strong enough to overwhelm him entirely. All Fuuta can do for a moment is sit there breathing heavily through his nose, saliva pooling wet and hot in his mouth as he purses his lips around the girth of Rin's cock ... fighting back the urge to immediately take Rin's cock in as deep as he can.
As is, he ends up giving a long, muffled groan, the noise vibrating through his mouth and humming through to Rin's cock with the way he has his tongue pressed up against its underside. Every breath he takes grants him another dose of those delectable alpha pheromones, and it grows increasingly difficult to think straight with each passing moment -- enough that he considers giving up entirely. After all, what's the point in thinking, when he has everything he could possible want right here before him?
His hands had been nervously clenched into the fabric of his sweatpants, but they jump up the next moment, lurching forth to grab at Rin's thighs so he can better anchor himself while easing his head forth. And accompanying that, Rin gets her wish -- Fuuta looks up at her with his visible eye wide, gauging her for a reaction as he carefully eases eases her length deeper into his mouth, encroaching into the tight squeeze of his throat. Rin must be able to feel the tight pull of suction around the head of her cock when Fuuta takes a halting breath, then swallows, letting his entire mouth pull taut and warm around as much of her cock he's managed to fit in so far. ]
Fuuta might not be thinking about it consciously, but his nerves light up the moment his tongue lathes over the head of Rin's cock, a hot bolt of sensation ripping down his spine when the slightest bead of pre-come lathes against his tongue -- however potent Rin's alpha pheromones might have been already, they come through exponentially in close proximity like this, and it's almost strong enough to overwhelm him entirely. All Fuuta can do for a moment is sit there breathing heavily through his nose, saliva pooling wet and hot in his mouth as he purses his lips around the girth of Rin's cock ... fighting back the urge to immediately take Rin's cock in as deep as he can.
As is, he ends up giving a long, muffled groan, the noise vibrating through his mouth and humming through to Rin's cock with the way he has his tongue pressed up against its underside. Every breath he takes grants him another dose of those delectable alpha pheromones, and it grows increasingly difficult to think straight with each passing moment -- enough that he considers giving up entirely. After all, what's the point in thinking, when he has everything he could possible want right here before him?
His hands had been nervously clenched into the fabric of his sweatpants, but they jump up the next moment, lurching forth to grab at Rin's thighs so he can better anchor himself while easing his head forth. And accompanying that, Rin gets her wish -- Fuuta looks up at her with his visible eye wide, gauging her for a reaction as he carefully eases eases her length deeper into his mouth, encroaching into the tight squeeze of his throat. Rin must be able to feel the tight pull of suction around the head of her cock when Fuuta takes a halting breath, then swallows, letting his entire mouth pull taut and warm around as much of her cock he's managed to fit in so far. ]
[In all honesty Rin doesn't mind the stray bits of fur. They're a little like marking or claiming, and she originally brought it up as a tease. Sometimes she'll find strands of Aak's fur on her clothes. While it ruins her veneer of perfection Tohsaka finds she doesn't hate it. It's just a piece of him, left behind, for her to remember him by. As if he never fully left.
When Rin finally stands she makes sure to bring the towels Aak so helpfully brought by. A short rest has helped, but the ingested pain killers have started making her a little dizzy. Instead of needing to hold her weight, Aak will simply have to be her anchor so that her balance stays right.]
Thanks. I'm glad... that it's you. Here with me.
When Rin finally stands she makes sure to bring the towels Aak so helpfully brought by. A short rest has helped, but the ingested pain killers have started making her a little dizzy. Instead of needing to hold her weight, Aak will simply have to be her anchor so that her balance stays right.]
Thanks. I'm glad... that it's you. Here with me.
Magecraft is considered unholy, and taboo by the Church.
If you come from a long line of mages you inherit what is called a "crest". This is slowly transferred to the new heir in pieces because doing so all at once may cause pain so great that the shock could kill your successor. It is like an organ transplant because for the rest of your life you need to take medicine normal people would liken to poison to stop it from rejecting your body. It is like a parasite, because if you don't die immediately it will work in any way it can to keep you alive. Knitting you back together like stitching a ripped seam. It is an archive of knowledge and something you as a mage add to over your life so that your heir has a "head start".
My sister and I were born with bodies that had extremely rare talents. We had no choice but to become mages.
If you come from a long line of mages you inherit what is called a "crest". This is slowly transferred to the new heir in pieces because doing so all at once may cause pain so great that the shock could kill your successor. It is like an organ transplant because for the rest of your life you need to take medicine normal people would liken to poison to stop it from rejecting your body. It is like a parasite, because if you don't die immediately it will work in any way it can to keep you alive. Knitting you back together like stitching a ripped seam. It is an archive of knowledge and something you as a mage add to over your life so that your heir has a "head start".
My sister and I were born with bodies that had extremely rare talents. We had no choice but to become mages.
[The image of a perfect Rin Tohsaka was, like so many apparently perfect people, just an image. He likes to exist beneath that image, and the marks he leaves are proof that she isn't perfect. She's flawed, like him, and they can revel in those flaws if it's just the two of them. He steadies her with his hands and,]
[It's not quite a flinch, but it is a reaction. The admittance, the softness of it, it just reminds him of the harshness before.]
Ah, man, how am I supposed to respond to that?... [he mumbles to no one in particular as he starts them walking.]
[Was he glad to be here and help her? Of course. Was he glad to have seen it? That's way more complicated. It would be so much easier if it were a partner he knew or liked. There's cognitive dissonance. He loves Rin as a flawed person but seeing her enjoying herself in such a state is fresh and discomforting.]
... we should do a threesome when you're feelin' better. Somethin' fun.
[It's not quite a flinch, but it is a reaction. The admittance, the softness of it, it just reminds him of the harshness before.]
Ah, man, how am I supposed to respond to that?... [he mumbles to no one in particular as he starts them walking.]
[Was he glad to be here and help her? Of course. Was he glad to have seen it? That's way more complicated. It would be so much easier if it were a partner he knew or liked. There's cognitive dissonance. He loves Rin as a flawed person but seeing her enjoying herself in such a state is fresh and discomforting.]
... we should do a threesome when you're feelin' better. Somethin' fun.
It smells quite pleasant.
[ This is like kind of saying thank you right- ]
[ This is like kind of saying thank you right- ]
I'm quite satisfied. The work was well done.
Oh happily.
[ Can't believe he has an actual service to make people think is a sketchy service. ]
[ Can't believe he has an actual service to make people think is a sketchy service. ]
[She nearly stumbles, and the only thing preventing her from face-planting directly into the bathroom tile as they enter the shower area is a blessed stool right there and ready for her to just plonk her ass down onto. Tohsaka sits there with wide, surprised eyes and the towels in her lap as she looks up at him.]
You think of "something fun" and a threesome is the first thing that comes to mind?
You think of "something fun" and a threesome is the first thing that comes to mind?
[Give her a minute. Rin's talking really is to distract others so they wouldn't catch things... like how she has to pause when fully inside him. Her cock throbbing as it's surrounded by heat and pressure. It makes her head feel stuffed with cotton, her mouth dry, and her muscles weak. It's only when he snaps back with his own question that she remembers she shouldn't allow herself to get lost in the feeling.
Now that she's settled inside him, Rin takes her hands off his thighs and grabs his hips. Not only giving herself an anchor, but also keeping him from squirming away from her. With the way his sickeningly sweet scent makes her head spin, there's no telling when she'll get lost in the feeling of being hilted so thoroughly that she forgets to keep him with her.]
Hah? Why do you want me to stop? It's because those answers are, "yes". You're mine now. Let me... take a little bite...
[While her hips grind slowly in a circular motion, Rin leans over her prey. Curtaining him in her dark hair that wafts her scent over him. Slowly she gets closer. Teeth glinting as she smiles mischievously — inching ever nearer to the exposed flesh she wants between her teeth.]
Now that she's settled inside him, Rin takes her hands off his thighs and grabs his hips. Not only giving herself an anchor, but also keeping him from squirming away from her. With the way his sickeningly sweet scent makes her head spin, there's no telling when she'll get lost in the feeling of being hilted so thoroughly that she forgets to keep him with her.]
Hah? Why do you want me to stop? It's because those answers are, "yes". You're mine now. Let me... take a little bite...
[While her hips grind slowly in a circular motion, Rin leans over her prey. Curtaining him in her dark hair that wafts her scent over him. Slowly she gets closer. Teeth glinting as she smiles mischievously — inching ever nearer to the exposed flesh she wants between her teeth.]
[ The answers are yes, but no matter how stupid she fucks him there is no chance in hell he'll ever admit to that fact out loud. This stupid game can force whatever instincts and desires it wants on him, but it cannot change the core of who Narumi is.
And who Narumi is, is a guy that is too prideful to ever admit to something like wanting to be fucked. Dominated. Owned... in any capacity at all. His pride is a little voice inside him that might be drowned out by overwhelming need, but it can never been completely quieted no matter what someone does to him.
So while her scents washes over him in overpowering waves, and her cock grinds into him in a way that has him bucking up to meet her in desperate, jerky motions, he refuses to gratify her with the obvious affirmation her question deserves. He refuses to claim that he's hers even if every newly created instinct in his body vibrates excitedly at her words, and his own sickly sweet scent permeates the air around them.
The most he does, the loudest "yes" he's willing to give, is to turn his head to the side, giving her more access while also maintaining the act of looking away from her indignantly. ]
And who Narumi is, is a guy that is too prideful to ever admit to something like wanting to be fucked. Dominated. Owned... in any capacity at all. His pride is a little voice inside him that might be drowned out by overwhelming need, but it can never been completely quieted no matter what someone does to him.
So while her scents washes over him in overpowering waves, and her cock grinds into him in a way that has him bucking up to meet her in desperate, jerky motions, he refuses to gratify her with the obvious affirmation her question deserves. He refuses to claim that he's hers even if every newly created instinct in his body vibrates excitedly at her words, and his own sickly sweet scent permeates the air around them.
The most he does, the loudest "yes" he's willing to give, is to turn his head to the side, giving her more access while also maintaining the act of looking away from her indignantly. ]
Hey, hey, hey! [Aak also tries to make sure Rin doesn't go tumbling. His arms are a bit stronger than they look but ultimately very twiggy. He keeps a hand steadied on her shoulder, leading right from that startle into having to explain himself for his suggestion.]
Well, like, [How could he be blamed for having sex on the brain right now? Sure there were normal fun things, like a movie night, or shopping, or going to the Vale and finding some weirdo plants, but,]
Having more people can just be better, right? [A part of him wants to prove to himself that what happened today was something different. He wouldn't deal with this sick pit in his stomach if it was a friend of theirs, right? While he's not good at sharing he's not some overly possessive bastard.]
And, like, choices, or you could watch me, or, you know, stuff like that.
[He definitely doesn't feel like he's conveying things right but there's also no good way to convey this, probably.]
Well, like, [How could he be blamed for having sex on the brain right now? Sure there were normal fun things, like a movie night, or shopping, or going to the Vale and finding some weirdo plants, but,]
Having more people can just be better, right? [A part of him wants to prove to himself that what happened today was something different. He wouldn't deal with this sick pit in his stomach if it was a friend of theirs, right? While he's not good at sharing he's not some overly possessive bastard.]
And, like, choices, or you could watch me, or, you know, stuff like that.
[He definitely doesn't feel like he's conveying things right but there's also no good way to convey this, probably.]
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