[The air around them feels almost electric. Every pulse of her magic returned with his, every roll of his hips met with a push from her. Sensation leaves Ramesses feeling so connected to Chariot from each moment to the next, that she feels the first, last, and only being that he might ever think of again. That whatever separations may lie between them have simply vanished in the wake of this great power they've created with one another.]
I need to...
[Ramesses is barely able to speak. The words seem elusive, so quick to be taken away with the next wave of pleasure or smothered by the next gulping gasp of air. But it's all he can think about, every sensation pushing him to that edge and that damned spell holding onto him just enough to keep him from that release. Even as she loses control over the shape of her wings and she seeks out her own pleasure with more instinctive pushes for the right angle, the right pressure, she doesn't let him go. And nothing he does causes her to budge on this. His desperation does not will an orgasm into existence, and he cannot distract her fully enough to end the spell. Only one thing will and it should be simple, but gods, he has to think straight enough to plead with her.]
Please, Chariot... Let me... I want-- [He has to choke back another sound to keep talking. He's not even sure if he's even vaguely coherent at this point. But does it matter? His voice is so thin, varying between breathless and a whine.] I... Please let me come...
no subject
I need to...
[Ramesses is barely able to speak. The words seem elusive, so quick to be taken away with the next wave of pleasure or smothered by the next gulping gasp of air. But it's all he can think about, every sensation pushing him to that edge and that damned spell holding onto him just enough to keep him from that release. Even as she loses control over the shape of her wings and she seeks out her own pleasure with more instinctive pushes for the right angle, the right pressure, she doesn't let him go. And nothing he does causes her to budge on this. His desperation does not will an orgasm into existence, and he cannot distract her fully enough to end the spell. Only one thing will and it should be simple, but gods, he has to think straight enough to plead with her.]
Please, Chariot... Let me... I want-- [He has to choke back another sound to keep talking. He's not even sure if he's even vaguely coherent at this point. But does it matter? His voice is so thin, varying between breathless and a whine.] I... Please let me come...