[ ah, that's more like it. ishmael still couldn't believe that someone like her could make someone unravel like this, or for anyone to wish that they could leave their room and ravish her right here and now. and fuck she wants it so bad, especially from phainon, who'd proven himself to be not-so-naive himself. he only needed some encouragement from someone who seemed to have more experience, is all. not that ishmael would call herself experienced either - if anything she'd say she's just faking it until she makes it.
and boy did she make it. ]
It's a pain, you know... I didn't think you'd feel that way towards me, Phainon. I'd thought of you as someone so pure.
[ and the thought of corrupting him for this moment is turning her on, ngl. ]
But now... I think ruining you might be possible. [ her breath hitches here as her voice continues to drip with barely contained lust. ] You'll allow me, won't you?
[ Pure... Had he really given such an impression? It should come as no surprise - he'd had a certain image to preserve as the Deliverer, and habit has him maintaining the same wholesome persona. The perception of ulterior motives complicates efforts to help those in need, whether here or elsewhere.
But that doesn't mean he hasn't felt drawn, pulled into her orbit.
Here he is, her voice in his ear and his cock hard in his hand, thoughts swimming at the implications of his own imagination - that he could have the scent of her in his nostrils, the taste of her on his tongue, could feel in his hands the strength he's witnessed in battle. There she is, on the other end of the line, with a hitch on the heels of ruining you that makes him think there's an opportunity there. ]
Ruin me, [ he repeats, ] And how would you, once I've tasted my fill between your thighs?
[ she hums in thought, her mind swimming with carnal thoughts they'd both laid out on the table. with his heroic image and propensity for poetry, of course she'd peg him (heh) as a more naive type when it comes to sex, but first impressions don't always last after all. it's not as though she knows everything there is to sex either, just because she'd been here for months longer.
she breathes, her fingers tracing circles around the wet fabric of her panties. ]
Oh, there are plenty of ways. Such as...
[ hm. how does she put this into words. this is the hardest part of phone sex, she discovers. ]
Imagine me standing before you while you're still seated, where you can see me visibly dripping between my legs. Then... I'd move closer and perhaps carefully sit right on your mouth and let you have more than a taste of me. [ oh, that's good. she's going to pull aside her panties now and properly touch herself at the thought. ] Unless you, ah, have other plans.
[ As that punches from him an exhale, he shuts tight his mouth, sighing through his nose. It doesn't quite smother the soft rumble he makes when his fist seeks to relieve some of the pressure in his swollen cock with a squeeze. ]
That's exactly what I want. To feel you take your pleasure on my mouth, around my fingers.
[ Desire has added a gravel to his voice, rare outside of pitched battle. ]
And when they are no longer enough to sate your hunger, I'll give you as much more of me as you can take.
[ she bites her lip, trying to suppress a shiver than runs up her spine at phainon's voice taking on a lower, huskier tone than his usual boyishness. the aching emptiness within her is more pronounced than ever, and no amount of fingering herself can ever satisfy it. ]
Haah... Greedy. You should be here, instead of there. I'd take it all, everything you have, and it might, ah, never b-be enough.
[ she bites back a moan, her fingers encircling her sensitive nub as her hips buck against her own touch. ]
You're touching yourself, aren't you? I need to hear more of you. Please.
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and boy did she make it. ]
It's a pain, you know... I didn't think you'd feel that way towards me, Phainon. I'd thought of you as someone so pure.
[ and the thought of corrupting him for this moment is turning her on, ngl. ]
But now... I think ruining you might be possible. [ her breath hitches here as her voice continues to drip with barely contained lust. ] You'll allow me, won't you?
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But that doesn't mean he hasn't felt drawn, pulled into her orbit.
Here he is, her voice in his ear and his cock hard in his hand, thoughts swimming at the implications of his own imagination - that he could have the scent of her in his nostrils, the taste of her on his tongue, could feel in his hands the strength he's witnessed in battle. There she is, on the other end of the line, with a hitch on the heels of ruining you that makes him think there's an opportunity there. ]
Ruin me, [ he repeats, ] And how would you, once I've tasted my fill between your thighs?
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she breathes, her fingers tracing circles around the wet fabric of her panties. ]
Oh, there are plenty of ways. Such as...
[ hm. how does she put this into words. this is the hardest part of phone sex, she discovers. ]
Imagine me standing before you while you're still seated, where you can see me visibly dripping between my legs. Then... I'd move closer and perhaps carefully sit right on your mouth and let you have more than a taste of me. [ oh, that's good. she's going to pull aside her panties now and properly touch herself at the thought. ] Unless you, ah, have other plans.
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[ As that punches from him an exhale, he shuts tight his mouth, sighing through his nose. It doesn't quite smother the soft rumble he makes when his fist seeks to relieve some of the pressure in his swollen cock with a squeeze. ]
That's exactly what I want. To feel you take your pleasure on my mouth, around my fingers.
[ Desire has added a gravel to his voice, rare outside of pitched battle. ]
And when they are no longer enough to sate your hunger, I'll give you as much more of me as you can take.
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Haah... Greedy. You should be here, instead of there. I'd take it all, everything you have, and it might, ah, never b-be enough.
[ she bites back a moan, her fingers encircling her sensitive nub as her hips buck against her own touch. ]
You're touching yourself, aren't you? I need to hear more of you. Please.