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[ the duke of meropide is a heavy title to bear, and not many can carry its weight. that wriothesley commands the respect that he does and the fortress maintaining its autonomous status is a testament to his character and the hard work he'd put in to not only survive, but to lead it. this is not something clorinde has forgotten, but she understands now, where that respect comes from and why it is deserved.

something softens in her expression, her fingers cupping the strong line of his jaw as she brushes her thumb over the corner of his mouth. trust is not something he gives often, if at all, and the weight of this too is not lost on her. it's humbling in its own right, and she briefly feels put on the spot despite the desire that she has no choice but to acknowledge now. it would be a disservice to squander it, however, and as her touch smooths down to his chin, she makes her decision.

she loosens her hold on the leash and comes to a stand, pulling it taunt again when he gets up from the table. the heels she's wearing give her a little extra height than her normal boots, so she doesn't need to tug him down too much to bring him to her eye level. ]

Then be a good boy and find us a room, won't you?

[Her touch mimics her soft expression. Something gentle and reverent. It's odd to see it on her. Odd to see it on her and him be the recipient of it.

And then she's yanking him forward so that they're eye level and it's like everything had suddenly been upturned. Good boy. It echoes in his head leaving nothing else in it. Clorinde can see the way his pupils get blown wide and it takes him a moment to find his voice. His throat feels parched even though he had just finished his tea.

Holy shit.]

Y-Yeah. Right. [His voice seems a little hoarse. He had not expected that. His heart wasn't ready for it. Before Clorinde can comment on it, he's walking forward. The resort had plenty of rooms to spare despite the business. They just need an empty one that would suit their needs.]

[ it's sweet, the way his pupils dilate like that, the little stumble in his words when he's normally so eloquent. she didn't expect him to have a praise kink, but she's clearly been learning a lot of new things today. it's cute though if unexpected, and her smile is indulgent, pleased; a huntress that has found her mark.

she follows wriothesley as they find a room, one tucked away down one of the numerous hallways sporting a spacious bed. clorinde tugs him towards it after they secure the room, guiding him to sit on the edge. she stands between his knees, winding her free hand in his hair to pull his head back, just firm enough for him to feel the brief sting. ]

Very good. Thank you. [ her voice is low, bending at the waist to bring their faces closer. she lets go of the leash to run her hand down his chest, trailing her fingers over the buttons of his shirt. ] Will you take this off for me? I'd like to see you.

[Clorinde really did not waste anytime to get her mind in this little play. It's exciting to say the least. A groan escapes his lips as his head is tugged back. It makes warmth coil in the pit of his stomach.

God, he's so fucked. He doesn't even know in what way, he just knows it to be true.]

Safeword is Credit Coupon. [He breathes it out as he already moves to start undoing the buttons of his waistcoat. He doesn't know where things might go, so he might as well put in a fail safe. A quirk of his lips.] You don't have to ask. [No, she should demand it. He's the one wearing the collar. She's the one with leash in hand. She should tell him what to do. He always can refuse, but he has no reason to refuse her. Or perhaps she wants something more sweet? Something a little more vanilla? Perhaps he's being overzealous.

He slides the waistcoat off his shoulders and moves to start undoing the buttons of his shirt.]

[ it's not often that she's taken anyone to bed, much less commanded anyone else in this way. but clorinde has always been adaptable and she takes to this much like she would with her profession: with patience, observing each of wriothesley's reactions to figure out what he likes; all the ways in which he can be unraveled. ]

No, I don't. [ the safe word makes her chuckle, watching the way he removes his clothing so readily. how obedient. ] But I wanted to.

[ wriothesley isn't a person who could be made to do something he doesn't want to, but he also doesn't seem like someone who would give himself the same attention that he'd give to his partner. and as she looks at him now, stripping his layers piece by piece—isn't that a shame? he's always been a sight to behold, perfect even with his imperfections, and while she's certain he's aware of that, there's no reason for her to not give credit where it's due.

when he sheds the last layer covering his torso, she smooths her hand up his chest, tracing the scars along his throat. ]

... Perfect.

[ the hand in his hair loosens, lightly scratching along his scalp as she leans in the rest of the way to kiss him properly, licking into his mouth. ]

[He can only guess how Clorinde is in bed. This is uncharted territory to him. He doesn't know what she's thinking or what she intends to do. That's the exciting part though. One learned a lot about a person when embracing them and he was curious to what they might end up doing.

Wriothesley chuckles a little. A tilt of his head.]

You'll make a guy blush like that. It's going to go straight to my ego.

[But hey, he seems pleased. The nails against his scalp feels good, and he parts his mouth for her with a happy sigh.]

[ he really does take direction well. it's a pleasant surprise, but that's par for the course if he's the type to focus on his partner's pleasure. how cute, even his happy sigh that she swallows down, nipping at the swell of his lower lip. ]

Oh?

[ she licks her lips when they part for air, pulling back just enough to pull off her blouse, leaving her in a pair of fitted trousers and lacy undergarments. it's fancier than what she usually goes for, but given how opulent everything else here is, she had little choice. she looks down at the front of his pants, tilting her head to consider the shape of him through the fabric. ]

... I think you could afford to let it go to your head a little more.

Those are dangerous words, mademoiselle. [He looks at her with a half-lidded gaze. A lazy smile. He shamelessly rakes his gaze over her with a satisfied hum.]

These don't seem what you would usually wear. [He knows of course. Lacy lingerie is not really fit to handle wear and tear while in the midst of combat. Still, he comments on them. His tone is playful enough.] They look good on you. Have I ever told you that your physique is exceptional? [Because he would be a fool to not be aware that Clorinde is a gorgeous woman.

And she would know that despite his playfulness, his words are honest.]

You know, you don't have to guess what it looks like. I can just remove my pants.

You flatter me.

[ she's sure he can see the scars sustained from the numerous duels she'd participated in, scattered along her arms and torso. but she feels the weight of his gaze, the truth behind his words; the flush from earlier returns, spreading from her cheeks down to her chest, but she ignores it in favor of sinking to her knees between his spread legs. she has long past the age of a blushing young maiden, but it's not often she has this kind of attention, especially from wriothesley himself.

her hands hold his down against the mattress, squeezing his wrists briefly as if to keep them there. ]

Were you not the one who told me to let my tea steep before drinking? [ the tightness of his pants doesn't leave much to the imagination. anticipation is a thrilling thing, even if it's different in this context than in battle. deft fingers undo his belt and the button, pulling the zipper down carefully. ] I'm merely following your advice.

I wouldn't say it unless I meant it. [Wriothesley teases and plays a lot, but he isn't a liar. He is more likely to omit information than to flat out lie. He certainly wasn't going to tell Clorinde of all people these things unless he meant it.

Especially with the way his gaze darkens a tad as she sinks down to her knees. There's just something so thrilling seeing someone like Clorinde on her knees in front of him. His hand twitches, but he doesn't move them. He can understand an order with no words.]

Oh, come on. [He huffs out a laugh.] You decide now to take my words about tea to heart? Since when did you become such a tease? [She's bullying him??? This is bullying, m'am. He can't even be mad though as he lets out a sigh. The minor relief of even just having his pants opened is nice. Wriothesley is certainly not small and he's also on the thicker side as far as sizes go.]

Patience, Your Grace.

[ is it really bullying if he likes it? she can't help the low chuckle at his reaction, taking him out of his pants and underwear to get a better look. he's certainly substantial—clorinde didn't think she was a size queen, but she can't deny that the sight of him sends something hot down her spine and straight to her groin. she licks her lips, wrapping her fingers around him to give an experimental squeeze, sliding her fist up to thumb over the tip. ]

Be a good boy and just enjoy it, hm?

[ and with that, she leans in to lave her tongue up the underside, taking the head into her mouth. ]

[Just because he likes it doesn't mean it isn't bullying??? They are not mutually exclusive!!!

Archons, Clorinde is really trying to kill right now. He doesn't know what's more maddening. Being called by his title and then being called a good boy again or the fingers on his cock teasing him so. The answer is yes, but he lifts a hand to his face. The flush travels down his neck and he lets out a strangled noise.]

You can't just- [He doesn't even know what he was going to say at this point. What comes out is a muffled groan.]

[ he can likely feel her smile at that strangled noise, carefully suckling at the head like she would a lollipop. she takes her time getting accustomed to his taste and size, working her way lower and wrapping her fingers around whatever she can't immediately fit in her mouth. but the weight of him on her tongue feels nice, the texture of his skin a pleasing contrast to how hard he is as she swallows around him. ]

Can't what? [ she murmurs against him when she pulls up for air, pressing a line of kisses down his cock to the base. she follows the path in reverse with her tongue afterwards, glancing up at him through her lashes. ] Does it feel good?

[His hips stutter just a bit and the hand on the med fists the sheets tightly. He doesn’t buck into her mouth. Either he’s trying to control himself because he feels the need to or because he is trying to be a good boy so to speak. Either way, the pleasure he’s feeling is quite wonderful.

He chews on his bottom lip as he watches a Lori die practically worship his cock. Oh, he’s so fucked.] Fuck.

[His cock was dripping precome and all that teasing and wolfish grins was being pulled from him and leaving something more raw.] It feels amazing.

[ such restraint; he really is such a good boy. she wasn't expecting the wetness, but it makes the slide of her lips down his cock easier, hallowing her cheeks a little as she goes. she gets past halfway, closing her eyes when he nudges against the back of her mouth, breathing slowly through her nose. he fills her mouth so completely that she can't help but imagine how he'd feel inside her, reaching deeper than her own fingers ever could. it makes arousal flare low in her stomach, shifting a little on her knees subconsciously to seek friction that isn't there.

but she can wait. she's determined to have him come in her mouth first, doubling down on her efforts and swirling her tongue around the tip. she wants to watch him unravel beneath her touch, to see him come undone. she can only imagine the sounds he'd make and what he'd look like; if it's anything close to what he looks and sounds like now, she doesn't think she'd be able to last very long herself. ]

[He bites down on the back of his hand to try and stifle the embarrassing keen that escapes the back of his throat. If he bleeds a little, it's fine. He widens his stance as though there's reason for him to give her room. It's probably an action of some kind he can do without straight up rocking his hips into Clorinde's mouth.

He didn't think her to be inexperienced, but she's also much better than he thought. Maybe it really has been a long time since he has been with another person. Wriothesley can feel something coil in the pit of his stomach everytime that sinful tongue swirls the head of his cock. Maddening.]

[ he spreads his legs wider and clorinde finds herself smiling again, spreading her own knees to rock her hips against the bed, lightly grinding her pelvis down against the carpeted floor just to take the edge off. it's been a long time since she'd done this, but wriothesley's reactions make it easy to figure out, flicking the tip of her tongue against the slit as she tightens her lips around him. ]

So good for me. [ her free hand digs fingers into the meat of his thigh, her voice rougher now as she catches her breath. ] You can let go. No need to hold back.

[ the next time she takes him into her mouth, she sinks down as far as she can go, the head of his cock bumping into her throat as she hums around him. ]

[There is something so arousing about being told he's being good for the other. Yes, he's being good. He wants to be good for her. The praise makes his cock twitch and he lets out a shuddering noise in the back of his throat as he still clings to his mental facilities as much as possible. Wriothesley's grip on control is an iron grip.

That doesn't mean he is infallible though. He can't help but rock his hips into such inviting warmth. Not when Clorinde takes him so well like that. His moan is shameless and loud as he throws his head back.]

[ how sweet, the eager way in which he soaks up the praise, the way it makes his control slip. he's a sight to behold, all the little sounds he makes going straight to her core as she swallows him down, the fingers curled around the base of his cock sliding lower. they dip past his balls, smoothing over his perineum with a light, exploratory touch.

she's never wished more to be in two places at once, admiring the line of his neck and the scars running down his throat. she wants to sink her teeth into him, moving with the roll of his hips to avoid losing momentum, a line of precome and spit leaking from the corner of her mouth to drip onto the sheets. ]

[He shouts as his toes curl and his grip on the sheets are so tight it's a surprise he hasn't actually torn them.] Clorinde! [He obviously enjoyed that quite a bit with the way he says her name like a prayer and his cock leaking even more.

He wasn't going to last much longer.] H-Hey- I-

[ oh, that's a sweet reaction. her chuckle comes out as an amused huff, muffled by his cock as she rubs the pad of her finger down and over his puckered hole briefly. she doesn't press further, unprepared as they are currently, but it's something to think about later, perhaps. she wonders if he'd like that, or if he's the type of man who only does the taking.

in any case, she pulls back until just the head of him remains in her mouth, looking up at his face. she raises a brow at what he says, something expectant in her gaze as if to say, what are you waiting for? ]

[His body can only hopelessly react to her touches, his hole fluttering and clenching on nothing as her fingers glides right over it. She was playing him like a fiddle, and he had zero complaints about it all with how he lets out a pleased groan.

Her gaze is enough for him to let go for a moment. An arch of his back as he comes into her mouth with a moan. He rocks his hips until he completely rides out his orgasm.]

[ she was expecting it, but the first pulse still takes her by surprise, swallowing quickly to avoid choking on him. the taste leaves something to be desired, but it's easy to ignore that in favor of watching his reaction—the beautiful arch of his back and the low timbre of his voice as he comes; the way his hole clenches against her finger a subtle tease of what could have been. wriothesley wears pleasure well, artfully disheveled, debauched in a way that makes her want to hold him close and consume him at the same time.

if this is what his bedfellows see, she understands now, what he meant by the lines between him and a healthy sex life. a single night wouldn't be enough.

she works him through his orgasm, gentling her touches until she can pull away with one last lick to the tip. her lips shine wetly with spit and his spend, some of it having dribbled down her chin when she couldn't swallow quickly enough, and she wipes it away with her fingers before licking it off. eventually, she leans in to check on him, running the clean fingers from her other hand through his bangs. ]

How are you feeling?

[He ends up collapsing onto the bed, the strength in his arms giving out after a toe curling orgasm. He doesn't answer Clorinde right away, taking a moment for him to catch his breath. After a moment, he offers her a lazy grin from where he was lying. The man definitely looks like he's in quite a blissful state.]

Like a million mora.

[Those legs spread wide wrap around her waist and tug her close. A slight tilt of his head.] Shouldn't I be asking you that? Surely this was not enough for you. [Even in the throes of passion, he was still sharp. The way she moved was not lost on him.]

It would be a disservice to you and embarrassing for me not to attend to your needs. [Eager to please.]

Not quite, no. But it was very... compelling.

[ she doesn't fight his pull, shimmying out of her trousers and underwear as she goes. she settles on top of him, the tease of his softened cock against her wet center dragging out a sigh, though that could likely be contributed to the feeling of his bare skin against hers. ]

Don't push yourself. [ there's amusement in her tone, warm and fond. she takes her time looking her fill, as if memorizing the flush on his face and the relaxed sprawl of his frame; the lazy grin that shouldn't look so charming on a warden of all people. very compelling, indeed. ] I'm in no rush.

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