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TEST DRIVE MEME #2
Awakening
The multiverse is sick. It’s dying. And it’s up to you to save it. Or, at least, that’s what the Zenith Corporation had told you when they announced their search for a cure across the multiverse. They hand-picked individuals to be "volunteers" for the next stage of experimentation. Maybe they made it sound dire, maybe you already had your mind set to help, or maybe the specifics of how you could help was vague. Considering the alternative was wasting away on your home planet with no promise of when this cure might actually come to fruition, it ultimately wasn’t much of a choice either way.
Everything comes to life the more awake that you start to feel. "Good morning, volunteer," sounds a synthetic, feminine voice in your ear. That must be one of the fancy features they advertised about the chip that was injected just beneath your skin. A projected HUD above your torso displays and scrolls through several readings about the state of your being. "A scan of your vital signs show that everything is functioning as normal." There’s a small pause. "Wait-" The spike of alarm that should follow that single, distressed-sounding word is accompanied by a light chime. "Emotional responses are still accurate, too. Thank you for your cooperation!" Without any further explanation or allowing for protest, she continues on. "I hope you enjoyed your nap! We’ll be descending to planet #05031941 - common name designated as Zhautas - in approximately three hours. There will be a brief orientation for all volunteers exactly one hour before landing. Due to potential unnatural stress levels upon awakening from stasis, I suggest a relaxing trip to the garden beforehand."
If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to ask.
My name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Code CreditMy name is R.O.S.I.E. and, on behalf of all of us at the Zenith Corporation, we’re happy to have you aboard.
Say Aloe (Prospective Players Only)
Red lights lead the way to the gym, green will be your path to the gardens, ostignuh is- Wait, what do you mean the color ostignuh is burning your eyes? Huh. They must have over-corrected for your species. Oh, well. They’ll fix that for the next trip. For now, don’t worry about it. It probably didn’t lead to anything important anyway!
- The staff is much more attentive this time than they were with the first wave of volunteers. Poor feedback and the threat of losing their jobs if they don't improve their standing will do that! Unfortunately, it isn't just the colors that have been over-corrected. Despite how many times you tell the very helpful staff member that you're fine, they won't leave you alone. Are you sure? They can walk with you if you'd like. They can even hold your hand if you're overwhelmed! If there's anything you need, they're here for you.
Maybe if you find a buddy to walk you to your destination they might divert their attention to a different volunteer. The buddy system is pretty fool-proof, after all. - As you draw closer to the gardens, the lights in the hallway begin to dim. In fact, the only available source of illumination for a small distance is the thin green line across the floor guiding your way. Careful not to trip! There's handy railing to hold onto or maybe you accidentally grab the arm of that (hopefully) cute person nearby. It's kind of hard to tell and green isn't really a flattering color anyway.
Suddenly, you're stepping into a wide open space of twilight. Iridescent flowers dot the landscape for as far as the eye can see. They come in all different shapes, sizes, and glow softly in this simulated night-scape. Trees of shining magenta leaves and blue bark wind up to the stars. Or, at least, the viewing panels that allow the stars to be seen from inside the ship. Not to worry, it's entirely safe and beautiful!
The featured flower of this month is the Nykt Blossom. Be warned, however, that inhaling its pollen causes increased levels of oxytocin. This will cause you to feel compelled to bond socially with others. That is, you might find yourself a lot more friendly than usual! Maybe a little too friendly, even, if you're especially susceptible to its effects. - It's very easy to miss the warning signs in this dark as you step into the section of the garden that houses the more alien plant-life.
They'll fix that for the future, of course, but for now many volunteers are likely finding themselves subject to the same unfortunate circumstances. Coitendrils are in abundance here; they're a pretty touchy feely species.
It's a plant that thrives in warm conditions and grows at an incredibly fast rate to seek out these cozy spots. As it turns out, your body warmth is the highest temperature around and exactly what it's looking for.
Before you know it, long green tendrils are suddenly growing around your arms or legs in speedy spirals. They get everywhere in a matter of mere seconds. Their growth is aggressive, finding ways beneath the fabric of whatever clothes you happen to be wearing and to the skin below. The only way to reverse their growing hold is to cool yourself off and fast. Maybe someone can grab you some ice?
Orientation (Prospective Players Only)
Around an hour before landing, an announcement is made to everyone aboard the ship. It’s time to find your way to the amphitheater for orientation. If anyone gripes, they are reminded that it has mandatory safety information that the Zenith Corporation is legally required to cover. In fact, there's even a quiz at the end to make sure you understand all the technical ins and outs! The Zenith Corporation only has your best interests at heart. They also can’t afford another lawsuit or PR nightmare but who can, really? It’s only a half an hour long and R.O.S.I.E. reassures everyone that it will go by faster than they think.
- Are you way too cool for school? If you try to play hookey, the crew members of the spaceship are already on guard. You're not the first one to try this and they doubt you'll be the last. Try as you might to super sleuth your way around, there’ll be someone at apparently every single turn and twist you try.
It’s also very likely that in scrambling to find a place to hide you’ll run into someone else breaking the rules! Perhaps great minds think alike and you decide to try to defy the system together. Or maybe they’re totally just getting in your way and you decide instead to throw them to the wolves to give yourself a better chance at escaping certain boredom that is an informational seminar. The choice is yours, volunteer! - Whether you come to the orientation willingly or are dragged in by one of the staff, you’ll quickly realize just how bad R.O.S.I.E. lied. A half an hour feels almost like ten hours instead. The last time you checked your watch, it was somehow later than when you check it now. Is time going backward? It sure seems like it the longer you listen to the monotone voice read over colored flavor text clearly meant to engage but missing its mark stupendously. Even the motivation of a quiz at the end that needs to be passed in order to disembark seems to do little to nothing for your dwindling attention span.
Finally, there’s a break in the bureaucratic monotony. The faceless, droning voice introduces one of the staff currently on Zhautas, Jeneviere. He's assistant to the head scientist, Professor Quintalian, and freshly assigned overseer of new volunteers. He also looks like he absolutely doesn't want to be the one doing this seminar.
"Come now, Jenny," says a masculine voice off screen. "You promised."
"I know what I said," he snaps, glaring off camera and not seeming to care much for the fact this is a live feed nor that these new volunteers are expecting something a bit more professional.
"Then what's the problem?" the voice asks again. As it does, a tentacle wiggles into view and gives a reassuring pat on the deerman's shoulder. "I know for a fact that you like being filmed, Jenny, so really this shouldn't be so daunting-"
As he speaks, Jeneviere's cheeks suddenly burn red hot. He stands forcefully out of his chair and uses one of those hoofs to kick harshly at the source of the tentacles. There's a very undignified squawk at the attack before the video feed cuts out and a technical difficulties sign is displayed.
"... Right," the narrator from before says to break the undeniably awkward silence. "Just give us a moment, volunteers, and we'll get a pre-recorded seminar ready for you instead. In the meantime, let's open up communications with the facility and allow you to discuss with those already on the planet about what they've enjoyed most about their time on Zhautas so far?*
- Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
It isn't too hard. Or maybe it is. Perhaps it's just the pressure that you only have fifteen minutes to complete it. What was the professor's first name again? How many research facilities are there on the planet? Staff are scrutinizing your every move now, it feels like. Do you take the risk and try to whisper for help to the person next to you? Pass notes? Do what you must to succeed! ...Or you can just shamefully take the quiz again and again and again until they're legally obligated to let you off board. - Hopefully, you didn't forget about the quiz! The staff certainly didn't. After the pre-recorded seminar is run, papers are handed out. A quiet shuffle carries through the room as people pass them to and fro down the aisles. It all seems rather arbitrary and tedious but remember! You have to pass in order to disembark.
Welcome to Zhautas! (All Players)
Finally, it's time to disembark at the research facility. This time they have the right coordinates so it's as easy as stepping off the ship and to your new home away from home. Or, at least, it should have been that easy...
There's an awful lot of construction going on around here. Several beings with hard hats, power tools, and ridiculous amounts of glue are rushing about. They're shouting orders and saying "excuse me" where they remember to. Still, it can be hard to get a word in edgewise about the fact that you're new volunteers here to check-in. In addition to the construction, there's also an awful lot of important-seeming people walking throughout the facility as well that staff are far more attentive to than you.
In short, it's borderline chaos as you try to get your bearings.
- "Bad news, new volunteers," says R.O.S.I.E. in the midst of all the commotion. "We have your housing assignments but there have been some... technical difficulties in preparing the new rooms." There's actually been a lot of technical difficulties, period. Maybe you've already noticed with the lights randomly changing color or dimness, the vending machine that launched your drink at you, or R.O.S.I.E. herself glitching out periodically when responding. The problem with the rooms is that the doors won't open. Or they won't stay closed. Or that they open and close constantly and forcefully so it's a safety hazard. As if everything else going on with all the construction isn't.
"We're working on it as fast as we can, but for now, we've set up a temporary sleeping situation until its resolved." Everyone will be directed to one of the larger common rooms in the east wing of the facility while the rest of the volunteers are still awaiting their new housing as promised.
Mattresses are laid out in rows on the floor. There's plenty of blankets, pillows, and even some LED lights strung around the room to provide some nice ambience.
Additionally, there's a screen covering one of the walls for a movie to be projected on before bed. R.O.S.I.E. has chosen a thematically appropriate film that was approved by Professor Quintalian himself. Snacks are provided too! It's an old-fashioned sleepover, volunteers. Make a blanket fort, enjoy what's on for your viewing pleasure, and have - most of all - have fun. - What's a sleepover without scary stories? Flashlights have been provided and it's time to get spooky. Here's your chance to share that real thriller that you know from back home. Maybe another world has a similar tale! Either way, there's nothing like bonding over a little healthy fear. Right?
Or maybe terrifying strangers isn't your idea of a good time and you'd rather make shadow puppets instead. That's also an option! In fact, some people are trying to start a contest out of it to see who can cast the most creative shadows around. - The night staff comes around for one last security sweep. Get some sleep, they say. It's been a long day. Tomorrow might be even longer if they still can't figure out the rooms or where to put all these new volunteers for the time being.
As nice as that sounds, it's a little easier said than done. Whether it's the construction noise, the person next to you snoring, or late night existential thoughts it's difficult for sleep to find you. Maybe talking to someone might help? Or maybe you just need to go to the bathroom. Good luck crossing the swath of bodies, in the case of the latter, and who knows! You might find someone else having as much trouble sleeping as you that you can commiserate with.
Or maybe you're the one snoring. Do you happen to kick in your sleep? How unfortunate for the person assigned to the mat next to you. They might be courteous or they might tell you just how obnoxious it is. Whatever the case might actually be, you're likely in for a long first night here at the research facility.
Network/Bangr (All Players)
During all the goings-on, R.O.S.I.E. will prompt you to set up your presence on the network. Pick a username, a profile picture, and commence to shitposting immediately if you so desire! Additionally, if you want to get a headstart on your contribution to the volunteer program, why not set up your Bangr? R.O.S.I.E. even has an icebreaker question ready for you! They change every month. This month's question is:
(*Despite what you might actually put, know that R.O.S.I.E. is a little glitchy. What you wrote might not actually be what's displayed! I.E., you can totally use this as a misfire type deal in case your character wouldn't answer this question.)
bangr
Professor Quintalian | 35
Wake-up sex is the best, in my opinion. Hormones are more haywire first thing in the morning; it's just scientific sense to get your bang in during wake-up time.
| ✓ | ✕ |
| YES |
NO |
Extra Notes
- The BANGR code only works in comments, there is a separate code for entries!
If you're testing this code before posting it here please do so in a comment to an entry for accuracy! - TDM top levels are allowed for current characters and/or new characters!
However, current characters can ONLY interact with the following prompts:
WELCOME TO ZHAUTAS where new characters are on the planet AND/OR the network options available if they want the thread to be considered game canon.
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Just another day for him, really. ]
Aye, [ he answers. The man draws back just a little to look into her misty eyes. How long had it been for her? He remembers briefly Rosie talking about how Vanyel had returned home alone for a time when they'd first arrived in Xistentia. Had Era been separated from him, however unwittingly of him? ]
I'm sorry for not finding you sooner. I thought you were right there with me, in the portal back- F.A.T.E.S. needs to work on her aim, it seems.
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Eventually she pulls away, but only to stretch out her arms to reach around Aymeric's neck, pulling him down for a kiss that is uncharacteristically passionate for her.
she's missed you very much bae ]
its so perf
He accepts the kiss readily, smile broad. It takes a lot of restraint not to keep stealing the kisses from her mouth for as long as he can. Though he does definitely enjoy the passion behind this kiss and returns it twofold himself. For once, he doesn't seem to mind who might be watching or who might see them.
He knows there's a lot else they aught to talk about, however, and so he doesn't let himself get too carried away. Even though he really, really wants to. ]
At least we're reunited now, [ he parts from her just slightly say, at the very least. ]
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Except when it's with Aymeric.
So forgive her if she would rather not talk for just a little while longer, following as he pulls away so that she can kiss him again with a satisfied (relieved) sigh against his lips. Her hands are fisted in the fabric covering his chest, partially for purchase but mostly as an attempt to mask how badly they shake. It does nothing to hide how Era's body quivers - she feels overwhelmed by her emotions at the moment.
All she wants is to be with her husband and just... forget about her obligations and fears for just a little while. ]
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He starts to wonder on his own if maybe they had been separated longer than he realized. He remembers Rose talking about it. Four years at home, away from Vanyel and Farraige both... And even before then, when it was her partner who had actually been the one to be separated from her before arriving in Xistentia.
Had he done that to Era, however unwittingly? If that's the case, he'll just have to make up for all the lost time that he can. He kisses her again, this time a little sweeter. He's sorry. For whatever it is, he is sorry. He had never meant to hurt her. He never had, never would. ]
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Despite having no desire to move away, Era does just that so she can activate one of the very few glamour plates she was able to bring along with her. In an instant her bulky hoodie and cargo pants are gone, replaced by her prom dress. She returns to kissing him just as quickly, taking one of his hands in her own and guiding it down to her waist, then her thigh. She just... wants.
To be touched. To be loved. To be grounded.
Era pulls away just enough to speak her first words since their reunion, breathless and needy. It's uncharacteristic of her, but she is clear of mind and there is only one thing on it at the moment. ]
Will you take me someplace private, my dear Lord Commander?
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He blinks at the sudden change. When had she gotten that outfit? He'll have to ask later, perhaps, when there is actually time for talking. He likes it though. That much is clear from the way he smiles in appreciation of her beauty.
He doesn't mind the guidance. After all, they had decided that she would be the one to set the pace. He's more than happy to be guided by her. His fingers brush against her thigh lightly, the temptation to further explore great but then she asks that- ]
Of course, [ he answers, smooth as can. He hooks an arm around her and starts to lead them to a secluded pagoda in this nightlight garden. Even if it's not entirely private, well. They'll just have to make due. ] Does this suffice?
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She shivers with a mix of overwhelming emotion and no small amount of desire. Era doesn't even bother looking around the spot Aymeric chose, because if he thought it suitable enough to ask then she trusts that it will suffice for her as well.
Plus she really is having trouble caring. As long as they aren't out in the open it doesn't truly matter to her.
Her answer is to unhook herself from Aymeric and place her feet back on the ground, kick off her heels, and pull. Era makes a controlled fall onto the floor, purposefully dragging her husband on top of her in the process. ]
I don't care where we are as long as you are with me, Aymeric.
[ Have another kiss - this time short and sweet, because she pulls away almost immediately to whisper against his lips. ]
Now please touch me, sweet husband.
[ Era will punctuate this by guiding one of his hands up her inner thigh. ]
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Of course, he's... definitely about that second thing she says as well. Like, wow. A lot. His hand is taken by hers and led to one beautiful thigh. He doesn't really waste a lot of time, slender fingers skimming against her skin just slightly. His other hand is planted on her waist but even that one begins to run up along the edge of her body.
Meanwhile, he kisses her again. This time is languid, passionate.
As he does, those fingers along her thigh now drift to the waistline of her panties. They dip beneath the fabric without much warning (as he's kind of getting a little carried away, oops) and to the slick of her clit. He applies just a little bit of test pressure with one of his fingers, the other teasing further against her folds further down. ]
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She breathes into the kiss; frantic energy simmering into something more delightful. Era still feels impatient, but the desperation of being close to her husband has started to ease now that she is. Her breath hitches as his fingers slip beneath the soft fabric of her panties, skimming over smooth scales to touch her places she's allowed no other. The pressure against her clit forces the smallest of moans from her throat, tail curling and uncurling beside her. Era spreads her thighs further apart by an ilm and rocks her hips, chasing after Aymeric's fingers to press herself against them. She has always loved his large hands, and is now beginning to find even more reasons to love them.
While her husband's hand occupy themselves with her body Era's hands find purchase in the dark curls of his hair. She tangles her fingers in it; one hand close enough for her to stroke one of his sweet ears while the other drags its nails perhaps a bit too roughly nearer to his nape. She is too wound up to remember she should be gentle. At the moment Era is a creature of want, giving in to instincts that she didn't realize she had. ]
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He doesn't mind the strength of her grip. Actually, he rather likes it if the way he moans softly himself is any indication. She could hurt him a little. He wouldn't mind, he doesn't think. It would actually be a good sign to him, the fact that he made her lose a little bit of her inhibition.
He feels the way that she rubs into his hand, the way her legs part just ever so slightly still for him. He applies just a little more pressure with his thumb and gives another gentle rub of his fingers against her increasingly wet sex. Without too much of a warning, he plunges one finger into the hot, tight space to gauge her reaction. One finger might not be much to most people but, well, he does try to keep his wife's limitations in mind. ]
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Era stiffens momentarily at the sudden intrusion, though quickly relaxes again around his finger. It isn't painful or uncomfortable - female Au Ra in particular are made to withstand such things - but it's still a feeling she's unaccustomed to. She lets out a shaky breath against her husband's skin, murmuring his name as she shifts her hips, adjusting their angles to make things more comfortable and press Aymeric's finger deeper. It's an odd sort of pressure; a vague feeling of fullness that she finds she likes. Nothing compared to when they're joined together completely and wholly, but still enjoyable.
The recollection of the first time she and Aymeric had sex makes her realize that though she has the memories her body has yet to experience it. Era finds that she likes the idea of being able to give her husband her virginity twice. She presses a sweet kiss against his skin. ]
I love you.
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While he knows that she's made to withstand this (and more), he still is careful not to overwhelm. That's always his concern, honestly, that he might get carried away and be too much. But he respects that if he did, she would tell him.
As there doesn't seem to be any indication that this is actually the case, he actually tests the boundaries a little bit. Just as his one finger seems to pick up a steady rhythm, it ceases only to be joined by a second. He's still applying that pressure to her clit, showing her in gentle kisses.
But what she says makes him briefly to smile. ] And I love you, [ he replies, easily. ] More than anything in our realm or the next. [ He means it. She knows he does, can hear the sincerity in his tone. ]
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His words only add to it. Makes her need more. Need him more.
Era would very much like to touch her husband's broad chest; to delight in the way his muscles dance under her fingertips. She wants to feel all of his warmth. To press their bodies together. She never wants to leave him again.
Instead she can only arch into his touch, rock against his fingers, shiver and shudder with every small burst of pleasure. Era tightens her grip in his hair, quickly beginning to forget about restraint, and drags him down to her mouth again even as she surges upward to meet it. It is, perhaps, more rough than Aymeric has yet experienced from his wife. She drags on his lower lip with her teeth, using enough pressure to be just this side of uncomfortable, then swipes her tongue across it with languid ease.
Era pulls away enough that Aymeric can see her: pupils dilated wide with her arousal, lips swollen, cheeks flushed, and tail writhing on the ground beside her. When she speaks her voice cracks with lust, her tone teasing -- ]
Prove it, my dear Aymeric.
[ This is not the time or place for her to strip him of his armour no matter how much she wants to. Her hands remain occupied with Aymeric's scalp and neck, no longer gentle in the least as she continues to lose all sense of control.
Era needs him. ]
I am yours to take.
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He accepts the kiss readily, giving a low hum of approval tinged with lust at the way she seems to be losing her wherewithal. It's always such a lovely thing, really, to know he can make her lose herself in this way. He doesn't mind that it hurts; actually, he rather likes the added shock of pain now and again amidst the pleasure. They might have to experiment with that more. ]
Gladly, [ he breaths. While his armor might seem daunting to most, he's quick to unfasten and start shirking it off with his free hand where he can. Don't think that distract him though from what he's still doing. His other digits are still firmly moving inside her, pressing up against her clit or just doing what they can to increase stimulation. Though she's not the only one with warmth building beneath the surface; he's feeling it too, focalized between his legs. ]
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It is too much and yet still not enough. Era digs her nails against Aymeric's broad chest, continuing to thrust down onto his large fingers. ]
Aymeric. [ Her voice is plaintive; a whine interrupted by a small, broken moan. ] I need you. Please.
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(admittedly convoluted) clothing all the more easier. It isn't long before the bare planes and angles of his chest are exposed. He's already working off the lower half of it with much more ease.
His burgeoning erection practically pops out of his briefs as they're shuffled down his legs along with the rest of his armor. He's not quite fully hard yet but if she keeps making those sounds he will be in no time. Not to mention the slick, tight warmth round his fingers driving him on. ]
More than anything? [ he can't help but ask. Tease. He doesn't let up with his movements just yet but he'll give her what she actually wants fairly soon. ]
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Then she runs her hands over the welts, hands aglow with aether, healing them before repeating the process. Era is lovingly thorough, digging her nails in with more force whenever a thrust shoots a particularly strong rush of pleasure through her, moaning softly. Her breath consists of naught but lustful gasps. Her back arches and her hips rock and her tail writhes and she is so very close but not quite there yet.
It is unbearably warm in her dress, and while the sight of Aymeric bare and bent over her, hand between her legs and hidden under her skirts is thrilling in its own way, Era begins to tug at her own clothes, pulling the dress up and over her head in one fluid movement. For her second first time she wants them to be equal, baring all of themselves to each other.
There is the added benefit of how wonderful the cool air feels on her overheated skin, and how Aymeric now can touch her lust-swollen breasts unimpeded.
But mostly it's so they're on equal footing, really. ]
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He relishes in the sting of her nails digging into his skin. While it doesn't draw blood, it's still enough to cause goosebumps to rise up on his arms and the hair stand on end. The soothing balm of her healing magicks after is a welcome sensation. It really does add to the whole experience in ways he hadn't fathomed before. He loves more than he though the cyclical sensation of pain washed away only to be renewed once more.
He wastes no time in running his mouth along newly exposed flesh. His tongue rolls over one of her tiny pink peaks, free hand coming up to brush his thumb along the other. His hardness grinds up against her leg. His own his curve towards her and move with a certain sense of primal want that he's having a hard time ignoring the longer this carries on. He's happy to wait for her, for whenever she's ready and comfortable but can't deny the flush to his skin and huskiness to his tone are all subtle signs that he desires her strongly. ]
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I am ever yours.
[ And she means it. With every fiber of her being she knows she will always be his, heart, body, and soul. Her skin burns beneath his lips and her muscles dance under his fingertips. She writhes and pulls him closer with her legs.
Era wants, and it is clear he wants her in return, so why hasn't he taken her yet? ]
Take me, please.
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As my lady wishes, [ he says and wastes no further time. He's gentle as he can be as his cock finds the intersection of her thighs. The man is more than mindful of their difference in anatomy, sliding himself in shallow at first. He doesn't press more than she seems to be handle but can't help the moan that escapes him as she envelops him with tight heat. ]
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But she shudders with visceral delight as Aymeric pushes himself slowly into her, letting loose a contented sigh. It is a wonderful pressure she will never tire of. This feeling of being so utterly connected with the man that she loves above all others.
The positioning makes it all but impossible for her to kiss him; to drink in the delightful noises her husband makes. And so Era shifts, pressing Aymeric deeper as she tightens her legs around his hips, lifting them high enough that he can bend over and kiss her. She takes one of his arms and guides it to the dip of her lower back, because it is too difficult to hold herself up unsupported for this despite the strength of her legs. ]
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Being with her is like being home despite being an immeasurable amount of distance away in reality. He groans at the sensation of filling her, eyes fluttering and looking down at her through thick lashes once pleasure isn't as overwhelming.
His large hand rests steady against her lower back, fingers splayed.
He'll support her in this way and all the others that he can possibly conceive; he starts a slow, steady rhythm to his hips as he reaches down to take her lips in a heated kiss. ]
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Era feels full in all ways, both body and soul. One of her hands twists itself into the curls at the nape of Aymeric's neck as he kisses her, so heated that it curls her toes. She inhales every noise that he makes as he sets the languid pace, rocking her hips to meet every thrust in a way that sends shivers up her spine.
Her other hand moves to rest on her lower abdomen. Their differences in size and her overall small frame means she can feel him move beneath her hand as well and she revels in it. Cannot help her fascination with how their bodies fit together so well against all odds.
She moans loudly into her husband's mouth, pulling at his hair enough to sting just the slightest bit. Sex, Era thinks, is something she might be more happy to have more of in her life, so long as it's with her dearest Aymeric. ]