[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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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.]