[ It took her a moment to get used to him again. The magic, plus the binding spell, had worked to make him feel even fuller than usual, stretching her out and filling her up profoundly. She tried not to let it show too much how impactful it was but... well, that was part of the show, too, wasn't it? But she wasn't exactly sure how to play to that reaction.
She bit at her lip, hissing as she squeezed around him, flexing rhythmically at first, simply letting her walls pulse around his cock inside of her, letting magic soak through, send little jolts along the pressure, as if stroking him from inside of her. She didn't have to move much this way, but...
She was glad he sat up. It gave her a place to rest her hands, at his shoulders, and use that leverage to start moving her hips in earnest. ]
[Her soft sounds, the way her body shudders as she takes the rest of his length inside of her are all maddening in their own right. But Ramesses relishes in them perhaps more than usual and it has so very little do with the effects of her magic. Chariot needn't embellish or exaggerate anything right now. He has no use nor need for that or anything so theatrical and ultimately inauthentic so much as he does for her.]
[Chariot has given so much of herself to him over the past year. It's been incremental. Little pieces here and there with every anxiety and doubt she shared with him. More as their love grew and she came to no longer doubt that she was worthy of his. Even when it seemed as though she might pull away, every moment spent with Chariot allowed for Ramesses to hold just a little more of her as his own. And now, here, she is giving him more.]
[The light that's inside of her that she is so often afraid of is little by little growing bright and brighter tonight.]
[Were it not for the binding spell, the combination of her earlier magic, the pulsing of her walls, and the little bursts of magic that she sent through her body would be more than enough to make him come. And so, she barely needs to move her hips before he responds in kind, his arm tightening around her waist. He doesn't try to speak to her when she offers praise. It's perhaps a first, but he's not even sure he can speak right now and there seems to be so little point in a wasted effort right now.]
[Ramesses hungrily kisses along her skin. Although without his usual desire to claim her for himself, he's not teasing her. He's not trying to make her desperate for pleasure until she's ready to fall apart if he continues to refuse to yield to her requests. Instead, Ramesses possesses a stronger desire to offer her his praise to her and every inch of her is to be savored.]
[ He'd so often treated her as a goddess given incarnate form in their love-making, worshiping her for what small exposures of her most honest self she was willing to share with him. And now, when it really and truly was Shiny Chariot he was with, she really did feel like the goddess worthy of his praise. She'd never felt this profoundly before, with him. There was no Bond to create feedback loops of bliss between them, and it was hardly needed. Just riding him as she was, letting her body and magic work as one, plus feeling the energy in his shower of kisses...
It was tremendous. Overwhelming. Magic that had never been seen before, born between them, a creation of their cosmic energies combining in both poetic and literal ways. Sunlight and starlight forming into a wonderful new.
Her imagination formed with the magic itself, spurred on by the blissful pleasure coursing in her body. Ephemeral wings of light spread behind her, reaching far enough to nearly touch the ceiling. The evening sun had already left them, and the light they now bathed in was purely their own making. ]
[At first, somewhere in his mind, there's a vague assumption that the light being cast upon them is coming from a distant firework now that the sun has finally given way to the night. And so, he thinks nothing of it at first, too focused on the feel of her around him and the taste of her skin. But there is no telltale whistle of its ascent nor crack or pop to mark its end, and the light seems to linger steadily rather than flickering back into the dark. It's then that his eyes are finally drawn to the wings she's created, and it seems that she now more than ever looks the part of the ethereal being he treats her as when they are together like this.]
[Those wings are a piece of her performance, no doubt, but there is an honesty to them as well. Chariot allowing herself to be uninhibited and express their pleasure and their love in whatever form or fashion feels right to her. They seem a perfect reflection of their love, of how far she's come since they first met, since the first time they made love. He praises her because how could he not? She is so beautiful and feels so good, and they are so deeply connected to one another right now...]
[Ramesses kisses move up along her neck now, his grip on her waist remaining tight and firm as his other hand slips between them. It's now that he teases her for the first time, his fingers encircling her clit a few times, only giving it the barest of touches. And although she's made it immensely difficult to concentrate at this point, he still has enough of it to send little pulses of his own mana through his fingertips each time he comes so close to rubbing her clit. It's the most Ramesses is willing to do without Chariot's explicit instructions (not pleas) or her hand over his.]
[ No 'please', no pleading in her tone, no begging on her part. It was affirmative, spoke with a confident smile that only Shiny Chariot could have managed in a moment like that. It was a demand that he indulge her, that he serve his role in worshiping her. And sure, she knew she never had to ask him to do any of this before, but the energy of the moment demanded she assert herself.
Those wings wrapped around them from their initial spread, encasing them within a glowing light that truly made it feel like she was in heaven. Slowly... the spell that bound his cock, still inside of her, still being gripped and embraced by the roll of her hips, the undulation of her walls, that spell started to weaken, just enough that he'd feel it, the tease of what might come... ]
[As the spell begins to weaken, Ramesses' remaining grip on her tightens and he seems to very nearly forget to follow her command. The syllables of her name are stilted by futile attempts to catch his breath as he provides to her the demanded pressure and friction to her clit. His fingers spread her lips and pull back the hood to reciprocate the intensity of sensation as his thrusts into her become a little more desperate.]
Fuck...
[She technically doesn't have him speaking in tongues, but that sort of roughness in his language is a rare feature of their lovemaking.]
[ She'd definitely never heard him say something like that. Didn't even imagine it was possible. She felt like she was tasting something truly taboo in that moment, a much more honest version of Ramesses, a much more raw. It translated into his motions, his touch. There was urgency there she'd never experienced before, a true and honest desperation in his roughness. ]
Baise moi... fais moi perdre la tête...
[ She'd be just as vulgar in turn. And in truth she wasn't far from it. Her mind was being flushed about by bliss, drowned out in the sensations he was overwhelming her with. The magic reflected that in turn, growing more chaotic, more formless, until her wings were simply ribbons of light wrapping about them both, binding them together... ]
[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...
[ Just because it had been what she'd aimed for didn't really mean she was prepared to hear it. The desperation in his voice caught her off guard, as it was something she'd never really heard from him before. It was so novel and taboo within her ears, that they felt like they were burning just to hear him. It sent a jolt through her, one that struck her right at her core.
It inspired her hips to hammer against his, to feel the manifestation of his words through his body, inside and around her, to find a high she'd never dared climb to. But she didn't dare go alone, not after he'd managed to speak those words that were driving her. She couldn't ever be so selfish. She knew it wouldn't be complete without him. ]
Libère tout ... en moi ... s'il te plaît...
[ The spell was released just as she was at the edge of orgasm, the most intense she'd ever felt with him, even more so then when they were truly wild beasts. This felt just as unbridled, just as without control, but it felt so much more real. It was her, and him, in the most truest they had ever been with one another. ]
[Some part of his mind is able to fill in the gaps of her request, understands it inherently without the need for her to speak it in a language he understands more clearly. But it is less from understanding what she says and more interpretation of the timing. Ramesses surrenders to her and Chariot finally releases him from the spell just as her walls begin to tighten and pulse around him in a far, far less controlled manner. Even if there was any conscious thought to pull out, he couldn't outpace his own long-awaited orgasm. Ramesses releases inside of her with a cry of both relief and bliss, the arm around her middle tightening as the once steady movement of his hips devolves into uncontrolled jerks from the sheer force of his orgasm. It's all he can do until the waves of pleasure being to settle and he finds himself sapped of all tension.]
[Ramesses buries his face in the crook of her neck with no conscious efforts being made to catch his breath just yet, and other than those instinctive, gasping breaths, he's still. Nearly boneless against her. Even when the vague thought crosses his mind to move a little, to let his fingertips drift over her skin, he can't summon the energy for it right then. So, he contents himself in those long moments after orgasm with breathing her in, staying somewhere in that haze where he isn't quite certain where the line between them truly exists.]
[He feels he surrendered every part of himself to her. Willingly. Eagerly. Nothing was so neatly and perfectly curated to keep what he considered to be his weaknesses from her. As she ascended tonight, transforming herself into that ethereal being that he's always known to be inside her, he went the opposite direction. More than he has ever been in such a very long time, before her, he was just a man. Not a legend. Not a larger than life figure of a distant past. He was just a man. And somewhere distantly within him, Ramesses would take no pride in admitting, there's a flutter of anxiety over that. But he nuzzles at her neck, lazy presses of his lips to her skin that probably can't truly be categorized as kisses, and he's able to summon up the energy to wrap his other arm around her loosely as he rests his head against her chest to listen to the sounds of her heart and her breath, and it...quiets.]
[Everything just quiets and it feels okay to be quiet. To be still. To just be with her.]
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She bit at her lip, hissing as she squeezed around him, flexing rhythmically at first, simply letting her walls pulse around his cock inside of her, letting magic soak through, send little jolts along the pressure, as if stroking him from inside of her. She didn't have to move much this way, but...
She was glad he sat up. It gave her a place to rest her hands, at his shoulders, and use that leverage to start moving her hips in earnest. ]
What a wonderful stage you've set for me...
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[Chariot has given so much of herself to him over the past year. It's been incremental. Little pieces here and there with every anxiety and doubt she shared with him. More as their love grew and she came to no longer doubt that she was worthy of his. Even when it seemed as though she might pull away, every moment spent with Chariot allowed for Ramesses to hold just a little more of her as his own. And now, here, she is giving him more.]
[The light that's inside of her that she is so often afraid of is little by little growing bright and brighter tonight.]
[Were it not for the binding spell, the combination of her earlier magic, the pulsing of her walls, and the little bursts of magic that she sent through her body would be more than enough to make him come. And so, she barely needs to move her hips before he responds in kind, his arm tightening around her waist. He doesn't try to speak to her when she offers praise. It's perhaps a first, but he's not even sure he can speak right now and there seems to be so little point in a wasted effort right now.]
[Ramesses hungrily kisses along her skin. Although without his usual desire to claim her for himself, he's not teasing her. He's not trying to make her desperate for pleasure until she's ready to fall apart if he continues to refuse to yield to her requests. Instead, Ramesses possesses a stronger desire to offer her his praise to her and every inch of her is to be savored.]
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It was tremendous. Overwhelming. Magic that had never been seen before, born between them, a creation of their cosmic energies combining in both poetic and literal ways. Sunlight and starlight forming into a wonderful new.
Her imagination formed with the magic itself, spurred on by the blissful pleasure coursing in her body. Ephemeral wings of light spread behind her, reaching far enough to nearly touch the ceiling. The evening sun had already left them, and the light they now bathed in was purely their own making. ]
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[Those wings are a piece of her performance, no doubt, but there is an honesty to them as well. Chariot allowing herself to be uninhibited and express their pleasure and their love in whatever form or fashion feels right to her. They seem a perfect reflection of their love, of how far she's come since they first met, since the first time they made love. He praises her because how could he not? She is so beautiful and feels so good, and they are so deeply connected to one another right now...]
[Ramesses kisses move up along her neck now, his grip on her waist remaining tight and firm as his other hand slips between them. It's now that he teases her for the first time, his fingers encircling her clit a few times, only giving it the barest of touches. And although she's made it immensely difficult to concentrate at this point, he still has enough of it to send little pulses of his own mana through his fingertips each time he comes so close to rubbing her clit. It's the most Ramesses is willing to do without Chariot's explicit instructions (not pleas) or her hand over his.]
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[ No 'please', no pleading in her tone, no begging on her part. It was affirmative, spoke with a confident smile that only Shiny Chariot could have managed in a moment like that. It was a demand that he indulge her, that he serve his role in worshiping her. And sure, she knew she never had to ask him to do any of this before, but the energy of the moment demanded she assert herself.
Those wings wrapped around them from their initial spread, encasing them within a glowing light that truly made it feel like she was in heaven. Slowly... the spell that bound his cock, still inside of her, still being gripped and embraced by the roll of her hips, the undulation of her walls, that spell started to weaken, just enough that he'd feel it, the tease of what might come... ]
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Fuck...
[She technically doesn't have him speaking in tongues, but that sort of roughness in his language is a rare feature of their lovemaking.]
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Baise moi... fais moi perdre la tête...
[ She'd be just as vulgar in turn. And in truth she wasn't far from it. Her mind was being flushed about by bliss, drowned out in the sensations he was overwhelming her with. The magic reflected that in turn, growing more chaotic, more formless, until her wings were simply ribbons of light wrapping about them both, binding them together... ]
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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...
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It inspired her hips to hammer against his, to feel the manifestation of his words through his body, inside and around her, to find a high she'd never dared climb to. But she didn't dare go alone, not after he'd managed to speak those words that were driving her. She couldn't ever be so selfish. She knew it wouldn't be complete without him. ]
Libère tout ... en moi ... s'il te plaît...
[ The spell was released just as she was at the edge of orgasm, the most intense she'd ever felt with him, even more so then when they were truly wild beasts. This felt just as unbridled, just as without control, but it felt so much more real. It was her, and him, in the most truest they had ever been with one another. ]
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[Ramesses buries his face in the crook of her neck with no conscious efforts being made to catch his breath just yet, and other than those instinctive, gasping breaths, he's still. Nearly boneless against her. Even when the vague thought crosses his mind to move a little, to let his fingertips drift over her skin, he can't summon the energy for it right then. So, he contents himself in those long moments after orgasm with breathing her in, staying somewhere in that haze where he isn't quite certain where the line between them truly exists.]
[He feels he surrendered every part of himself to her. Willingly. Eagerly. Nothing was so neatly and perfectly curated to keep what he considered to be his weaknesses from her. As she ascended tonight, transforming herself into that ethereal being that he's always known to be inside her, he went the opposite direction. More than he has ever been in such a very long time, before her, he was just a man. Not a legend. Not a larger than life figure of a distant past. He was just a man. And somewhere distantly within him, Ramesses would take no pride in admitting, there's a flutter of anxiety over that. But he nuzzles at her neck, lazy presses of his lips to her skin that probably can't truly be categorized as kisses, and he's able to summon up the energy to wrap his other arm around her loosely as he rests his head against her chest to listen to the sounds of her heart and her breath, and it...quiets.]
[Everything just quiets and it feels okay to be quiet. To be still. To just be with her.]