[The world needs time to change, no matter how much anyone tries to speedrun it.
That's a fact that Alear is learning very fast as the nations of Elyos, united under the Divine Dragon's banner, attempt to mend the world that Sombron tried very hard to break. There's a lot of responsibility that falls squarely on her shoulders now, and Alear rises to the task as easily as she lives and breathes. She needs to be, more than ever as she oversees all operations and peace talks and the like now, and Alear has much to live up to as the heroine that saved them all. She's not entirely sure if she can do this like her mother can, but Alear always rises to any occasion, and now is no different.
It may be a hard life to lead, but with Griss by her side, it's a lot more bearable than it could have been, Alear is finding. Sure, he still has his ways of annoying her deeply and getting her to roll her eyes, but at the end of it all, she chose him for a reason--she loves him, the one who could look past all of her glamorous heroism and see the girl underneath. It's why she keeps him so close to her, and Zephia as well, by proxy. But even then, she's a busy girl with a lot to do; constantly working hard to make the world better doesn't offer one a lot of free time, but it seems like Zephia has been trying to make some sort of way to ease some burden on her.
Sure, it involves her boyfriend talking to her right in her head--but in a way, it's like they're connected no matter where they are.
Alear is overseeing and discussing strategies for forging better connections between the kingdoms, and it's during a moment where they're all distracted that Alear feels that familiar knock at her mental door, and she finds herself smiling a bit. Gods, she's bored out of her skull. She opens that mental door just a bit as she hears those thoughts, letting herself think back in kind.]
Unfortunately, I am. The peace and reparations talks are going well, but everyone has some sort of fancy idea to bring to the table and they won't stop talking over each other. I feel like I'm overseeing a classroom, rather than a meeting of royals...
[She can tell her boyfriend is bored, and you better believe her own boredom and exasperation with the current meeting is absolutely apparent in the connection. She'd rather be doing anything else right now. Really, maybe even something she'd enjoy...
She hasn't really gotten a chance to do some of the things she's wanted with Griss, after all. Sure, she had some reservations the first few times he made jokes about taking her to bed--most of it just being due to her lack of experience, but thankfully, Zephia had managed to smuggle some books in for her that were...helpful, though a little embarrassing in nature. It didn't take long before Alear had been willing to say yes, but...
Every single damn time, something's come up. Alear couldn't help but wonder if this was a conspiracy, at this point, because all she wanted to do was spend time with her boyfriend and maybe figure out what she actually liked about having sex, but--
Well. When Alear speaks up again over that connection, her tone's more affectionate. At ease, even, than she lets herself be around the others.]
Believe me, I'd much rather be with you right now, Griss. I miss you. [And boy, does she mean it.] Are you doing anything fun over there?
[Alear responds back all too easily, and Griss can't help the smile that tugs on the corners of his mouth. She's always been a quick study.
Her words, though... He rolls his eyes - something she can probably feel in the exasperated words that follow.]
It's always something with them, isn't it? You're probably gonna be stuck in there for awhile...
[Though as he thinks that, the seed of an idea begins to sprout. It only grows more as she asks about what he's up to, and his grin is positively devious as he sits up from the bed, glancing toward the door like maybe he could just waltz on in there and watch her. And oh, that's the worst part of this, isn't it? That he can't see her reaction to what he's about to think next.]
Not yet, but I can think of something fun we can both do. You need a distraction, and I'm bored as hell. So why not have a little fun with our new spell?
[He leaves it at that for now, but given just how smug and excited the tone sounds... well, it doesn't take a genius to know that it's not exactly an innocent idea going through Griss's head.]
Probably until sometime this evening, at the rate this is going...
[And there goes Timerra, derailing the subject once again after Ivy had done such a good job getting them back on task--honestly, Griss's voice is the perfect distraction for this type of boredom, where she doesn't even want to speak up for fear of them getting her into their stupid argument. She just wants some peace and quiet! So she can feel his exasperation, and he can feel hers almost certainly...
Still, he's been quiet for a little bit. Alear's almost tempted to knock again, but then Griss speaks up, and...
Alear feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but it's more out of excitement, than anything. If a little worry. Alear knows that tone, and it's always managed to thrill and excite her--and she's more than bored enough, of course. But in the middle of a meeting? She has to wonder if he's planning to torture her or something.
But...]
A little fun, huh...? [There's a slight nervous laughter that comes through in the thought, somehow, but it's a more excited bunch of nerves, than anything else at the moment. Maybe a little worried, but...] Okay, I'll bite--anything to make this meeting a little more exciting.
What do you have in mind for us to do, Griss?
[surely it won't be something too embarrassing, right???]
[Heh, cute... She's always so eager to play along with whatever dumb nonsense he's got his mind set on, even when she knows he could very easily suggest something she won't like. Something like...]
I wanna see if I can get you off without them noticing.
[Thanks, Griss.]
You gotta try to stay quiet - don't want 'em thinkin' anything's wrong, right? But I use our little connection here and test out the capabilities of it - good means of testing it for Zephia and livening up a boring meeting, wouldn't you say?
[...You know, she should've expected exactly this, but there was a small part of Alear's mind that had been thinking maybe he'd think of some kind of game, or something that they could do together, but--
Alear is so thankful she can actually keep her emotions of of her face, because she feels her face start to heat up a bit at the idea--at the idea that he wants to try and get her off in front of all of these people, and she feels her heart race a bit at the thought of it, her eyes having gone a bit wide before she schools them back down. She'd lose the respect of everyone here if they noticed her enjoying herself a little too much, she's sure. It'd ruin their perfect image of her, and there's no telling what sort of scolding she'd get if it reached Vander.
...But if nothing else,]
You really want to see how much you can push me, huh? [Alear sounds embarrassed. Hell, she feels embarrassment already forming in her, shame coming in equal measure at the idea of letting her boyfriend try to get her off in front of every royal in Elyos.] You know I've never been good at keeping my emotions off my face, Griss, come on. They'll...
[...]
...You know, they're probably gonna be way too distracted by their own bickering to actually notice. [oh no. oh no, she's actually--] And I have to admit, I'm kind of tired of waiting for an opening to get them back on track.
Besides, there's no way it'll actually work, right?
[The initial uncertainty is replaced by a bit of a challenging heat in Alear's tone--maybe she wants to see if he can actually get her off like this, though she can feel her nerves starting to set on fire again. She shouldn't tempt fate, she really shouldn't. But...
Hey, as long as their focus isn't on her, it should be fine, right?
[Alear can probably feel just how hard Griss is grinning at that - both because he's damn pleased with himself and damn pleased with her for talking herself into it.]
Yeah, no way it'll actually work. So let's start small - test the waters a bit, yeah? Just to see how you're feelin' about it.
[If Alear truly doesn't want to risk the royals of Elyos finding out about... whatever this is, then he'll stop. She knows that she can forcibly cut the connection too, so it's not like she's completely at his mercy. It's a game - and that's the point of it. The point is for them both to enjoy themselves.
Griss reaches under the bed as he continues, grinning as his fingers locate a dagger hidden right where it should be.]
Zephia told me that you've been requesting some pretty interesting books lately. You been having fun reading 'bout dicks? Are you imagining mine when you're goin' through 'em?
[He twirls the knife between his fingers, a laugh equivalent of his own following that - it's not mocking, though; it's delighted and pleased that she's so eager, even if they haven't quite been able to make it happen just yet.]
I'd...I'd like that, yeah. Let's just take it slow.
[Alear knows that this isn't something Griss would force on her. He's always been good to her like that--it's one of the things that she really does love about him, is that he does show some level of restraint around her sometimes. He seeks her consent, backs off when she doesn't give it, but...she actually does like giving it to him, sometimes, just to see what he'll do.
Now is definitely one of those times. It'll help liven up this meeting a bit, and maybe she can even help her boyfriend enjoy himself. Maybe even enjoy herself, with his help. And it makes her want this, to do this, to go through with it, so...
The connection stays strong, Alear's gaze staying trained on the meeting at large to appear interested, even when her mind is miles away from it.
...Of course, Griss is already starting on an embarrassing question, and Alear has to do her best to keep her face stony while she tries not to die--]
Ah--yeah...I didn't think she'd talk to you about it, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised... [alear is dying. dying here. griss you are killing her for the THIRD time--] I wanted to make sure I was...I don't know, good for you? It's not like anyone's had time to explain all of this to me. I've kind of had to fly blind, here.
[Alear ignores the way her legs fidget a bit, under the table.]
But, I...yeah. I do think about it. What it'd be like to please you. To...get you off, too. [Alear's thoughts struggle with spelling it out so bluntly, god--] I kind of...wonder what it'd feel like in my hand? Apparently, most men find it pretty enjoyable to have someone else's hand on them.
[Heh, he knew she'd find it embarrassing. Always fun to tease Alear a bit!!]
I ain't judgin', so don't go fretting your pretty little head over it. Figured you wouldn't have had a ton of time for experimentin', anyway.
You're right though. Way more interestin' than my own hand, y'know? Sure, I know what I like, but after awhile it gets boring doing the same thing. Much more fun to try to get off without touchin' myself at all.
[Which is easily done when you have a pain kink, but let's not talk about that!!]
[griss. griss you're going to kill her, what the fuck--]
Oh my word. I can't believe you right now.
[That slips through the bond unintentionally, and Alear tries not to actively groan during the meeting. Patience, Alear. This is a dumb game you agreed to play, you gotta be patient.
Still, Alear lets her mind wander a bit...]
I'd want to get you on my bed, I think. At least to start. [...] Maybe after we got done kissing, or maybe while we were...but I'd want to...to...
[Alear can feel her face going slightly red at the thought of speaking this, even if it's just to Griss. She comes back to reality, briefly, to check on the meeting--still chaotic, thankfully no intervention needed from her yet--before letting herself think about this more. Letting herself play the game and...enjoy herself, a bit. Trying to ignore the way her legs fidget even more under the table as she tries to paint a picture in her head.]
I think I'd want to be on top of you. So I could see your face. Yeah, I'd...
I'd want to look down at you and see what you look like after we get done kissing--we'd both probably be a bit of a mess if we just rolled around on the bed, huh? But I'd want to run my hand down your chest, down your abs, down to your...dick.
[...She takes a second to think about his outfit and kind of chuckles a bit, keeping it to herself--Celine peers at her briefly before Timerra says something stupid again, thankfully taking her attention.]
Actually, wait. It'd probably be better to sneak my hand under your cloak, right? Probably up your legs--it'd be way easier access, so I could try to see if I could start stroking you.
But I'd...kind of like to just feel all along you. You're so muscular, I feel like it'd be a waste not to touch everything I could, right?
Griss is still grinning - still obviously pleased - with Alear's words as he listens, twirling the knife in hand a little faster. Oh, this would be so much better if she were here, so he could see her flustered face... but imagining her trying to keep it off her face in front of the others is so lovely too.]
Haven't let my workout routine slip any - wouldn't wanna disappoint you, now would I?
[There's a laugh behind his words again; delighted, eager, not mocking in the slightest.]
I'd be fine lettin' you explore - takin' all the time you need to feel comfortable with it and keepin' myself waitin' longer. Pretty fun when you've gotta wait for it, y'know.
But go on. You wanna get right to it - right to ridin' me? Or would you rather put your mouth to work first?
No, I imagine you wouldn't. It really does add to you.
[Alear's doing her very best not to let herself flush at the rest of that, though--she can already feel herself shudder at the thought of riding him, at just climbing on him going to town and not caring who could hear. Apparently, it feels damn good to do that, though it didn't seem like it was recommended for beginners...
There's a bit of quiet on the other end for a bit, as if Alear's considering what she'd want to do--her gaze goes a little distant, and Prince Alfred looks to her.
"Divine One, are you alright?"]
Oh, uh--yeah, I'm okay. Just kind of trying to think, you know?
[Thankfully, someone says something that gets Celine to flare up a bit so Alfred's attention is focused elsewhere, and Alear's look can drift again, almost dreamily and dazed.
(She ignores the way one of her hands goes to her lap, shuddering slightly.)]
I'd want to take you in my mouth, first. [The thought comes a little quiet, but also a little heated, too. Like this is actually having some kind of effect on her, like he's actually--] I don't know how it'd feel for you, but I'd probably take the tip of you in first, and kind of see how you'd react? I'd want to make sure I could keep seeing you--I think that'd be half the fun in this. But I'd try sucking on it, once I got used to it.
How would that feel, for you? Would it feel good? Would it be overwhelming?
[Color her a bit curious, too, as she brings a hand up to her chin. Trying to look idle, and not like she's half considering fingering herself in front of all of these people--what is he doing to her?]
[Hah, that's exactly what he was expecting. She's inexperienced, new to this, and eager - why wouldn't she enjoy herself just talking about it? It helps that there's a bit of feeling over this bond - not quite enough in Griss's esteemed opinion, but enough that he can tell she's enjoying herself so far.]
'Course it'd feel good - it's you that'd be doin' it.
[...Ehhhh maybe that was a bit too much, and it gets him to wince a little before getting up and moving over to the vanity, setting the knife down as he does so.]
Anyway, point is that you're eager to please and I'm sure you'd follow my orders well enough. Plus, I'm a pretty easy man to please, y'know? Just make sure you've got a dagger in hand and you'll keep me entertained~
[It's not a joke, but it's said jokingly. You know how he is by now.]
Last thing I'd want's for it to end too soon though, y'know. So what next? In all these fantasies of yours, are you thinkin' of ridin' me 'till you're finished?
[Oh, there's definitely some heat building between her legs now. And...she definitely doesn't hate it, but this really isn't the time, but Griss is being so--]
If I knew you were going to be this cute about it, I might...
[Alear's thoughts trail for a moment, a brief one that manages to come through the connection as she sends the idle thought to him. The image of Alear sucking him off the entire way, and her running her hand through his hair. He's more than a little exasperated, but he looks satisfied, and she...
The thought abruptly leaves her at Griss's next words, and Alear loses the battle of keeping her hand out from between her legs--there's far too many clothes between that growing heat between her legs, but one of her fingers can just barely start to relieve that ache, and she starts to rub herself off at the thought.]
You really do like to rush, don't you? [...] But yeah, I'd...I'd start riding you. I'd probably end up hunched over you, hands on your shoulders while I tried to steady myself and find a good angle to just...go crazy...
[Gods, this heat is unbearable, everyone's so distracted and Alear's thoughts are getting more heated by the moment. Desperate, even. It's something that might come over the bond, more idle thoughts that Alear can't help but let slip by, but...]
["Cute"? There's nothing "cute" about him— oh, but that thought that flickers through the magic bond promptly kills that thought. Hell, if this is the reward for being "cute", then she can call him that all she damn well likes!!
An image of his own flickers back - Alear with her head between his legs, one hand wound tightly in that red-and-blue hair. Her face is wound up in concentration, that cute little look of hers that says she's paying close attention and trying her hardest even as she tries to take more of him. She's inexperienced, yes, but eager, and Griss is all too pleased to guide her as she figures out how this works.
The thought dissipates quickly though, as Alear's clearly enjoying herself and Griss's thoughts likewise match her intensity and desire.]
I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me, y'know. You wanna set the pace? Sure. You wanna use me for all I'm worth? I'm here for it. You know you just need to ask, and anything I can give you is yours, yeah?
[It's rushed, and if it sounds somewhat impatient, that's because he's busy hiking up his skirt and fumbling with his shorts. Sure, he's been content to try to push her into getting off, but there's no denying that he's getting into it too. Her eagerness, her images, her voice... Ugh, he's never been a patient man, and he isn't starting now.]
Then let them see. Let them know you've got more important things to worry about than their petty squabbling. Let them know you're mine.
[He's not really a possessive man - and how could he be, when his partner's the Divine Dragon of Elyos - but right here and now, he likes the idea. Maybe it's just the debauchery of her enjoying herself during their meeting, something that he's managed to do to her.]
[The image flicks to Alear and she feels herself shudder a bit at it, pressing her fingers just the slightest bit firmer into herself--the idea of him having his grip so tight in her hair, and she's inexperienced but so, so painfully eager to please. Griss knows her too well, really; she finds a rhythm that at works for her as she feels herself dizzily pursuing her pleasure, the table the only thing separating every single royal in Elyos from knowing she'd much rather get off to the thought of sucking and fucking her boyfriend.
It feels so strange. Dizzying, a heady rush, but it feels so fulfilling and true. Alear's thoughts wander as Griss's words hit her, and--
Alear has Griss laid out on the bed, and seems to be riding him furiously. They're both panting, Alear perhaps moreso as she rides him like he's some kind of unruly horse, pursuing both of their pleasures head on. There's nothing between them and she just wants him, she wants him more than anything--
The angle shifts, multiple times over. He has her against a wall, screwing her senseless, she has him as close as she can get him, kissing him and biting his neck as they go at it. Her brain feels absolutely hazy, and she can finally feel herself rubbing just the right spot as her thoughts wander.]
Griss...! [The thought almost comes out like a squeak, like she's trying so desperately to keep herself together in the face of all of this. Her gaze shifts back to the royals, all still squabbling and thankfully distracted, but she--] Gods, you're a terrible influence...
[Alear winds up looking down at the mess she's made of her hand, and--it's manageable for now, but even under the dark of the table, it's pretty clear how much of an effect he's having on her. It's an image she sends to him over their connection, the tips of a few of her fingers stained with the mess he's made of her, in the hopes that maybe he'll enjoy seeing his handiwork. The claim he's laid against her, and just how badly she wants this. Wants him.]
You know you can do the same to me, too. I'd--want to be used a bit, too. Maybe even hurt a little bit--maybe really get a chance to feel what those piercings feel like against my skin, just a little...
It'd be nice to feel...not so worshiped, you know?
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That's a fact that Alear is learning very fast as the nations of Elyos, united under the Divine Dragon's banner, attempt to mend the world that Sombron tried very hard to break. There's a lot of responsibility that falls squarely on her shoulders now, and Alear rises to the task as easily as she lives and breathes. She needs to be, more than ever as she oversees all operations and peace talks and the like now, and Alear has much to live up to as the heroine that saved them all. She's not entirely sure if she can do this like her mother can, but Alear always rises to any occasion, and now is no different.
It may be a hard life to lead, but with Griss by her side, it's a lot more bearable than it could have been, Alear is finding. Sure, he still has his ways of annoying her deeply and getting her to roll her eyes, but at the end of it all, she chose him for a reason--she loves him, the one who could look past all of her glamorous heroism and see the girl underneath. It's why she keeps him so close to her, and Zephia as well, by proxy. But even then, she's a busy girl with a lot to do; constantly working hard to make the world better doesn't offer one a lot of free time, but it seems like Zephia has been trying to make some sort of way to ease some burden on her.
Sure, it involves her boyfriend talking to her right in her head--but in a way, it's like they're connected no matter where they are.
Alear is overseeing and discussing strategies for forging better connections between the kingdoms, and it's during a moment where they're all distracted that Alear feels that familiar knock at her mental door, and she finds herself smiling a bit. Gods, she's bored out of her skull. She opens that mental door just a bit as she hears those thoughts, letting herself think back in kind.]
Unfortunately, I am. The peace and reparations talks are going well, but everyone has some sort of fancy idea to bring to the table and they won't stop talking over each other. I feel like I'm overseeing a classroom, rather than a meeting of royals...
[She can tell her boyfriend is bored, and you better believe her own boredom and exasperation with the current meeting is absolutely apparent in the connection. She'd rather be doing anything else right now. Really, maybe even something she'd enjoy...
She hasn't really gotten a chance to do some of the things she's wanted with Griss, after all. Sure, she had some reservations the first few times he made jokes about taking her to bed--most of it just being due to her lack of experience, but thankfully, Zephia had managed to smuggle some books in for her that were...helpful, though a little embarrassing in nature. It didn't take long before Alear had been willing to say yes, but...
Every single damn time, something's come up. Alear couldn't help but wonder if this was a conspiracy, at this point, because all she wanted to do was spend time with her boyfriend and maybe figure out what she actually liked about having sex, but--
Well. When Alear speaks up again over that connection, her tone's more affectionate. At ease, even, than she lets herself be around the others.]
Believe me, I'd much rather be with you right now, Griss. I miss you. [And boy, does she mean it.] Are you doing anything fun over there?
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Her words, though... He rolls his eyes - something she can probably feel in the exasperated words that follow.]
It's always something with them, isn't it? You're probably gonna be stuck in there for awhile...
[Though as he thinks that, the seed of an idea begins to sprout. It only grows more as she asks about what he's up to, and his grin is positively devious as he sits up from the bed, glancing toward the door like maybe he could just waltz on in there and watch her. And oh, that's the worst part of this, isn't it? That he can't see her reaction to what he's about to think next.]
Not yet, but I can think of something fun we can both do. You need a distraction, and I'm bored as hell. So why not have a little fun with our new spell?
[He leaves it at that for now, but given just how smug and excited the tone sounds... well, it doesn't take a genius to know that it's not exactly an innocent idea going through Griss's head.]
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[And there goes Timerra, derailing the subject once again after Ivy had done such a good job getting them back on task--honestly, Griss's voice is the perfect distraction for this type of boredom, where she doesn't even want to speak up for fear of them getting her into their stupid argument. She just wants some peace and quiet! So she can feel his exasperation, and he can feel hers almost certainly...
Still, he's been quiet for a little bit. Alear's almost tempted to knock again, but then Griss speaks up, and...
Alear feels the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, but it's more out of excitement, than anything. If a little worry. Alear knows that tone, and it's always managed to thrill and excite her--and she's more than bored enough, of course. But in the middle of a meeting? She has to wonder if he's planning to torture her or something.
But...]
A little fun, huh...? [There's a slight nervous laughter that comes through in the thought, somehow, but it's a more excited bunch of nerves, than anything else at the moment. Maybe a little worried, but...] Okay, I'll bite--anything to make this meeting a little more exciting.
What do you have in mind for us to do, Griss?
[surely it won't be something too embarrassing, right???]
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I wanna see if I can get you off without them noticing.
[Thanks, Griss.]
You gotta try to stay quiet - don't want 'em thinkin' anything's wrong, right? But I use our little connection here and test out the capabilities of it - good means of testing it for Zephia and livening up a boring meeting, wouldn't you say?
[lmao. good luck, alear.]
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[...You know, she should've expected exactly this, but there was a small part of Alear's mind that had been thinking maybe he'd think of some kind of game, or something that they could do together, but--
Alear is so thankful she can actually keep her emotions of of her face, because she feels her face start to heat up a bit at the idea--at the idea that he wants to try and get her off in front of all of these people, and she feels her heart race a bit at the thought of it, her eyes having gone a bit wide before she schools them back down. She'd lose the respect of everyone here if they noticed her enjoying herself a little too much, she's sure. It'd ruin their perfect image of her, and there's no telling what sort of scolding she'd get if it reached Vander.
...But if nothing else,]
You really want to see how much you can push me, huh? [Alear sounds embarrassed. Hell, she feels embarrassment already forming in her, shame coming in equal measure at the idea of letting her boyfriend try to get her off in front of every royal in Elyos.] You know I've never been good at keeping my emotions off my face, Griss, come on. They'll...
[...]
...You know, they're probably gonna be way too distracted by their own bickering to actually notice. [oh no. oh no, she's actually--] And I have to admit, I'm kind of tired of waiting for an opening to get them back on track.
Besides, there's no way it'll actually work, right?
[The initial uncertainty is replaced by a bit of a challenging heat in Alear's tone--maybe she wants to see if he can actually get her off like this, though she can feel her nerves starting to set on fire again. She shouldn't tempt fate, she really shouldn't. But...
Hey, as long as their focus isn't on her, it should be fine, right?
...Right???]
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Yeah, no way it'll actually work. So let's start small - test the waters a bit, yeah? Just to see how you're feelin' about it.
[If Alear truly doesn't want to risk the royals of Elyos finding out about... whatever this is, then he'll stop. She knows that she can forcibly cut the connection too, so it's not like she's completely at his mercy. It's a game - and that's the point of it. The point is for them both to enjoy themselves.
Griss reaches under the bed as he continues, grinning as his fingers locate a dagger hidden right where it should be.]
Zephia told me that you've been requesting some pretty interesting books lately. You been having fun reading 'bout dicks? Are you imagining mine when you're goin' through 'em?
[He twirls the knife between his fingers, a laugh equivalent of his own following that - it's not mocking, though; it's delighted and pleased that she's so eager, even if they haven't quite been able to make it happen just yet.]
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[Alear knows that this isn't something Griss would force on her. He's always been good to her like that--it's one of the things that she really does love about him, is that he does show some level of restraint around her sometimes. He seeks her consent, backs off when she doesn't give it, but...she actually does like giving it to him, sometimes, just to see what he'll do.
Now is definitely one of those times. It'll help liven up this meeting a bit, and maybe she can even help her boyfriend enjoy himself. Maybe even enjoy herself, with his help. And it makes her want this, to do this, to go through with it, so...
The connection stays strong, Alear's gaze staying trained on the meeting at large to appear interested, even when her mind is miles away from it.
...Of course, Griss is already starting on an embarrassing question, and Alear has to do her best to keep her face stony while she tries not to die--]
Ah--yeah...I didn't think she'd talk to you about it, but I guess I shouldn't be surprised... [alear is dying. dying here. griss you are killing her for the THIRD time--] I wanted to make sure I was...I don't know, good for you? It's not like anyone's had time to explain all of this to me. I've kind of had to fly blind, here.
[Alear ignores the way her legs fidget a bit, under the table.]
But, I...yeah. I do think about it. What it'd be like to please you. To...get you off, too. [Alear's thoughts struggle with spelling it out so bluntly, god--] I kind of...wonder what it'd feel like in my hand? Apparently, most men find it pretty enjoyable to have someone else's hand on them.
Is it like that for you?
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I ain't judgin', so don't go fretting your pretty little head over it. Figured you wouldn't have had a ton of time for experimentin', anyway.
You're right though. Way more interestin' than my own hand, y'know? Sure, I know what I like, but after awhile it gets boring doing the same thing. Much more fun to try to get off without touchin' myself at all.
[Which is easily done when you have a pain kink, but let's not talk about that!!]
Go on. Tell me 'bout what you've been imaginin'.
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Oh my word. I can't believe you right now.
[That slips through the bond unintentionally, and Alear tries not to actively groan during the meeting. Patience, Alear. This is a dumb game you agreed to play, you gotta be patient.
Still, Alear lets her mind wander a bit...]
I'd want to get you on my bed, I think. At least to start. [...] Maybe after we got done kissing, or maybe while we were...but I'd want to...to...
[Alear can feel her face going slightly red at the thought of speaking this, even if it's just to Griss. She comes back to reality, briefly, to check on the meeting--still chaotic, thankfully no intervention needed from her yet--before letting herself think about this more. Letting herself play the game and...enjoy herself, a bit. Trying to ignore the way her legs fidget even more under the table as she tries to paint a picture in her head.]
I think I'd want to be on top of you. So I could see your face. Yeah, I'd...
I'd want to look down at you and see what you look like after we get done kissing--we'd both probably be a bit of a mess if we just rolled around on the bed, huh? But I'd want to run my hand down your chest, down your abs, down to your...dick.
[...She takes a second to think about his outfit and kind of chuckles a bit, keeping it to herself--Celine peers at her briefly before Timerra says something stupid again, thankfully taking her attention.]
Actually, wait. It'd probably be better to sneak my hand under your cloak, right? Probably up your legs--it'd be way easier access, so I could try to see if I could start stroking you.
But I'd...kind of like to just feel all along you. You're so muscular, I feel like it'd be a waste not to touch everything I could, right?
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Griss is still grinning - still obviously pleased - with Alear's words as he listens, twirling the knife in hand a little faster. Oh, this would be so much better if she were here, so he could see her flustered face... but imagining her trying to keep it off her face in front of the others is so lovely too.]
Haven't let my workout routine slip any - wouldn't wanna disappoint you, now would I?
[There's a laugh behind his words again; delighted, eager, not mocking in the slightest.]
I'd be fine lettin' you explore - takin' all the time you need to feel comfortable with it and keepin' myself waitin' longer. Pretty fun when you've gotta wait for it, y'know.
But go on. You wanna get right to it - right to ridin' me? Or would you rather put your mouth to work first?
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No, I imagine you wouldn't. It really does add to you.
[Alear's doing her very best not to let herself flush at the rest of that, though--she can already feel herself shudder at the thought of riding him, at just climbing on him going to town and not caring who could hear. Apparently, it feels damn good to do that, though it didn't seem like it was recommended for beginners...
There's a bit of quiet on the other end for a bit, as if Alear's considering what she'd want to do--her gaze goes a little distant, and Prince Alfred looks to her.
"Divine One, are you alright?"]
Oh, uh--yeah, I'm okay. Just kind of trying to think, you know?
[Thankfully, someone says something that gets Celine to flare up a bit so Alfred's attention is focused elsewhere, and Alear's look can drift again, almost dreamily and dazed.
(She ignores the way one of her hands goes to her lap, shuddering slightly.)]
I'd want to take you in my mouth, first. [The thought comes a little quiet, but also a little heated, too. Like this is actually having some kind of effect on her, like he's actually--] I don't know how it'd feel for you, but I'd probably take the tip of you in first, and kind of see how you'd react? I'd want to make sure I could keep seeing you--I think that'd be half the fun in this. But I'd try sucking on it, once I got used to it.
How would that feel, for you? Would it feel good? Would it be overwhelming?
[Color her a bit curious, too, as she brings a hand up to her chin. Trying to look idle, and not like she's half considering fingering herself in front of all of these people--what is he doing to her?]
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'Course it'd feel good - it's you that'd be doin' it.
[...Ehhhh maybe that was a bit too much, and it gets him to wince a little before getting up and moving over to the vanity, setting the knife down as he does so.]
Anyway, point is that you're eager to please and I'm sure you'd follow my orders well enough. Plus, I'm a pretty easy man to please, y'know? Just make sure you've got a dagger in hand and you'll keep me entertained~
[It's not a joke, but it's said jokingly. You know how he is by now.]
Last thing I'd want's for it to end too soon though, y'know. So what next? In all these fantasies of yours, are you thinkin' of ridin' me 'till you're finished?
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If I knew you were going to be this cute about it, I might...
[Alear's thoughts trail for a moment, a brief one that manages to come through the connection as she sends the idle thought to him. The image of Alear sucking him off the entire way, and her running her hand through his hair. He's more than a little exasperated, but he looks satisfied, and she...
The thought abruptly leaves her at Griss's next words, and Alear loses the battle of keeping her hand out from between her legs--there's far too many clothes between that growing heat between her legs, but one of her fingers can just barely start to relieve that ache, and she starts to rub herself off at the thought.]
You really do like to rush, don't you? [...] But yeah, I'd...I'd start riding you. I'd probably end up hunched over you, hands on your shoulders while I tried to steady myself and find a good angle to just...go crazy...
[Gods, this heat is unbearable, everyone's so distracted and Alear's thoughts are getting more heated by the moment. Desperate, even. It's something that might come over the bond, more idle thoughts that Alear can't help but let slip by, but...]
If they see me--gods, I almost don't even care...
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An image of his own flickers back - Alear with her head between his legs, one hand wound tightly in that red-and-blue hair. Her face is wound up in concentration, that cute little look of hers that says she's paying close attention and trying her hardest even as she tries to take more of him. She's inexperienced, yes, but eager, and Griss is all too pleased to guide her as she figures out how this works.
The thought dissipates quickly though, as Alear's clearly enjoying herself and Griss's thoughts likewise match her intensity and desire.]
I'd let you do whatever you wanted to me, y'know. You wanna set the pace? Sure. You wanna use me for all I'm worth? I'm here for it. You know you just need to ask, and anything I can give you is yours, yeah?
[It's rushed, and if it sounds somewhat impatient, that's because he's busy hiking up his skirt and fumbling with his shorts. Sure, he's been content to try to push her into getting off, but there's no denying that he's getting into it too. Her eagerness, her images, her voice... Ugh, he's never been a patient man, and he isn't starting now.]
Then let them see. Let them know you've got more important things to worry about than their petty squabbling. Let them know you're mine.
[He's not really a possessive man - and how could he be, when his partner's the Divine Dragon of Elyos - but right here and now, he likes the idea. Maybe it's just the debauchery of her enjoying herself during their meeting, something that he's managed to do to her.]
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It feels so strange. Dizzying, a heady rush, but it feels so fulfilling and true. Alear's thoughts wander as Griss's words hit her, and--
Alear has Griss laid out on the bed, and seems to be riding him furiously. They're both panting, Alear perhaps moreso as she rides him like he's some kind of unruly horse, pursuing both of their pleasures head on. There's nothing between them and she just wants him, she wants him more than anything--
The angle shifts, multiple times over. He has her against a wall, screwing her senseless, she has him as close as she can get him, kissing him and biting his neck as they go at it. Her brain feels absolutely hazy, and she can finally feel herself rubbing just the right spot as her thoughts wander.]
Griss...! [The thought almost comes out like a squeak, like she's trying so desperately to keep herself together in the face of all of this. Her gaze shifts back to the royals, all still squabbling and thankfully distracted, but she--] Gods, you're a terrible influence...
[Alear winds up looking down at the mess she's made of her hand, and--it's manageable for now, but even under the dark of the table, it's pretty clear how much of an effect he's having on her. It's an image she sends to him over their connection, the tips of a few of her fingers stained with the mess he's made of her, in the hopes that maybe he'll enjoy seeing his handiwork. The claim he's laid against her, and just how badly she wants this. Wants him.]
You know you can do the same to me, too. I'd--want to be used a bit, too. Maybe even hurt a little bit--maybe really get a chance to feel what those piercings feel like against my skin, just a little...
It'd be nice to feel...not so worshiped, you know?