oh, fuck right off with that. you wouldn't know a mindblowing time if it sat on your face.
[ Aranea is more than happy to knock him down a peg. Or seven. She can't have him getting a big head, after all.
She doesn't respond to his answer to her question, instead opting to don her armor and take the first available dropship out to Galdin Quay. It doesn't take her overly long to arrive, though she maintains her radio silence even as she locates the Regalia, parked just outside of the resort. With a roll of her eyes, she saunters down the ramp towards the actual drop of the ship, lance in hand as she surveys the ground below.
With a long-suffering heave of a sigh, she jumps, living up to her dragoon title as she aims the head of her lance just shy of the Regalia's right-hand side. While she'd considered tearing a hole into the damn thing's roof, she didn't want to be saddled with exorbitant repair costs at the end of the day. It's with that in mind that she dives towards the ground, embedding the blade of her lance into the dirt as she uses its haft as leverage to descend upon it.
Aranea glares at Prompto through the slats of her helm when she straightens, folding her arms across her chest. She leans forward, the window muffling her voice when she speaks. ]
If you were dead I could harvest your organs and sell 'em, depending on how quickly I got to you. So no, you're totally of more use to me dead than alive, presently speaking.
by all means you can test that theory with me anytime.
[ even when he's uncomfortably stuffed inside a vehicle for an undetermined amount of time does he still find the time to flirt with her. it comes easy now that they've done the do. Prompto feels like he understands the extent of how far she'll go to ruin his life, and... well, it wasn't all that far, he thinks. she still scares the bejeezus out of the poor boy, mind you. just. less than before. yeah.
for example: jumping down from an unreasonable distance in the sky and landing right next to the Regalia will make him nearly piss himself. Prompto lets out a shrill scream as she makes her appearance known long after he's begged for her assistance in text message form. his foot nearly shatters the windshield from how far his body jerks upwards.
he's immediately covering himself up and fearing for the worse, not even bothering to look out the window to see who may have been causing such a ruckus in the first place. only when he hears Aranea's voice through the outside of the car does he slowly peak his eyes between his fingers, retracting his hand hesitantly in the process. ]
―Y-you came all the way out to save me? A... aw...
[ only Prompto will immediately transition from a character in a horror movie subject to dying to practically melting at the sight of his favorite and only dragoon in his life. his hand is quickly bringing itself to the glass, smearing it downwards as if he's been in prison and she has been his first contact in years. ]
Is it too soon to say I love you? Probably. But just know that I do.
[ Aranea doesn't even grace his final set of texts with a response, though she mentally kicks herself for walking right into them. Well, all things considered, she'd probably meant to at this point; their little encounter from before had been the best she's had in a while, and while that isn't saying terribly much, it still means something. Something terrible, likely, but something nonetheless.
A little healthy fear never hurt anyone, and as far as Aranea is concerned, that much goes both ways. She isn't afraid of Prompto's ability to hurt her in the least, but she has to admit that she's a bit bothered by how quickly she'd jumped to his rescue. She's already in Galdin and he's already screaming in panty-wetting terror at her landing so the damage has been done, but the way she regards him through the Regalia's tinted windows is cold and almost calculating.
Arching a delicate brow at the way he's covering himself, Aranea very nearly turns around and walks away. This is beyond ridiculous, much in the same way her deeming him worthy of her assistance is beyond her. The complete turnaround in his behavior makes her scoff again, gripping the haft of her spear with a strength that could splinter wood. ]
Can it. I'll leave you in there if you keep spouting shit like that, [ She huffs, tilting the visor of her helm upwards in order to take a good look at what she's dealing with. Aranea has no way of getting into the car cleanly; even if she'd brought a toolkit, the Regalia's antitheft measurements are top of the line. She wouldn't have been surprised if it had been imbued with some of that Lucian magic, honestly, though she sincerely doubts it. Her eyes rove over the windows, assessing how much it'd cost to repair them if she just punched them in.
She stares long and hard at the glass in front of Prompto's hand, glaring hard enough to burn holes into his skin. Noctis and the rest were probably nearby, and it'd probably be best if she'd hunted them down and asked them-- politely, of course-- if they could let Prompto out of his prison. If she did that, though, it would likely result in a waste of the time she'd spent coming all the way down to the Quay... and, as everyone in the world knows, time is money. ]
Alright, this one's coming outta your wallet, [ Aranea resolves, yanking her lance up from its stand in the ground before circling around to the other side of the car. Leveling the blade of her lance with one of the rear windows, she calls a warning as she lowers her visor again. ] Sit still, but dibs on your liver and lungs if I get you. Shit goes for a pretty penny over in Lestallum.
[ With that, she launches her spear into the glass, completely prepared to trip the klaxon wail of the Regalia's alarm... but also completely caught off-guard when no such thing happens. Huh. Convenient. ]
[ Aranea's appeared to save the gang from some pretty tight spots in the past, but it usually involved fearsome daemons, not mundane situations like being stuck in a damn car. Prompto didn't expect much when he begged for her to come, partially because of her personality and because she couldn't have had the time to deal with his bullshit. apparently she did, and once his heart's done threatening to burst from the confines of his chest, he starts to appreciate the way she (coldly) offers her assistance.
he has enough time to sit there in the car and just bask in her beauty, from that badass helmet of hers to the... lovely... shape of her chest plates down yonder. she is far too gorgeous to spend her time on a doofus like him, and he's to this day still reeling in regards to the both of them having had sex. sure, yes, he owes her an insane amount of gil that he is still making excuses to go onto hunts for, but he can't help but hope she thinks back on it with some form of fondness. maybe. maybe he will have a chance to ask when he's done getting his soul gazed into by her piercing eyes. ]
Heeeey, what? Just go get the others― [ Prompto had the same idea as she did, but Aranea wasn't having it. she's circling the vehicle like it's prey and he's just going to. curl up in his seat, pressing his back into the very same window he had been peering through. she prepares him to the best of her ability and he just whimpers, fearing that the Regalia will either shoot Thundaga at her or pierce his eardrums. neither things happen the tip of her lance makes contact with the glass, though he still reels back and slams his head against the glass behind him. ow.
he looks down at all of the shards on the floorboard and groans, knowing he will still be blamed for this regardless of why he was trapped in here in the first place. Prompto's lips are practically quivering by the time he's looking back to her, crawling to the back so that he can eventually get out. ] Worst. Night. Ever. Can you just... help me out please? Maybe I'll go swim and lose myself to the waves.
Can't be anything but that, blondie. [ Aranea responds, cavalier as ever. A blind man could see the way he's ogling her, but she does her best to remain unaffected. Her gut does an uncomfortable twist every time her eyes meet his, and it disgusts her unlike anything else. Only he could manage to get himself locked in a god damn car like some sort of small animal, and only she would be stupid enough to answer his pleas for help. He would've survived the night in a temperate climate like the Quay's. He wasn't in any real danger, either, since daemons wouldn't dare to venture this close to the light of the resort.
It would be a lie to say that Aranea doesn't think of their "special" time together at all, but it would be a stretch to say that she thinks back on it with fondness. The thought of his face makes her insides twist with annoyance, even on nights when her body feels like it's alight with want for stimulation. Though she will likely never, ever admit it aloud, she's fucked herself to the memory of their time in the river on more than one occasion, coming hard and fast before being left with a chilly aftermath of irritation and vague shame. While the Commodore doesn't really do embarrassment, she finds herself internally groaning at her own behavior wherever Prompto is involved.
It's around the time that the head of her lance shatters the window that Aranea begins to rethink her decision, the glass shattering as neatly as it can into the rear of the Regalia's seats. Prompto's whimpering cause a fire to begin to burn in her belly, irritation clawing its way to the forefront of her consciousness as she glares at him through the property damage she's just committed. Aranea marvels at how easy it is to just bust through the luxury vehicle's windows, distracting herself from the way he scrambles into the back seat. When her eyes refocus on his face, it's with another icy glare and a scoff. ]
What, scared of a little glass? [ She taunts, clearing a few wayward shards from the window frame before leaning her lance against the side of the car, bending over in order to clear the upholstery of any sharp pieces. She's practically inside the car with him as she does so, opening a path so he can get through without grievous injury. ] Maybe you should, though. It'd save me the trouble of doing you in myself.
[ and it would be rather easy to suspect that Prompto thinks back on their time together more nights than not. she best believe that his hand is in his shorts, cramped in a tent or not, jerking himself off and ruining his clothes at the thought of Aranea naked and bouncing on his cock or taking it from behind. the only thing that makes his stomach twist with regret is the fact that he hadn't taken pictures like he was supposed to. he paid 75,000 gil for pure sex, simple as that. maybe now that they're together again...
... he can't focus on that for the time being. Aranea isn't particularly gentle about assisting the damsel in distress with really nice hair, and she's both rushing and bullying him into thinking he needed to eject himself from the vehicle as soon as possible. glass crunches underneath his weight as he crawls closer to her, their faces inching together in the process. only when he realizes his nose is virtually bumping up into the lancer does he clear his throat, laughing awkward. ]
Would... would really put those organs of mine to no use if I did it my way, huh. You would hate to miss my... organs.
[ one organ in particular, he would love to admit, but he doesn't have the balls to do so when he's within her personal bubble for the first time since they were last together. Prompto winces at the thought of the car being damaged, silently praising the stars that Hammerhead wasn't far off and that he had an excuse to see Cindy again. which, in itself, makes him wince as his focus should be on Aranea and Aranea only. but the boy is a whore and he can't help but think about women, okay!!!
―which is exactly why he's craning his neck to get a good look at her ass as her pants cling to it. the angle is just right to peek up under the flap that normally obscures it, but she'll likely notice he's ogling by how slow he is in getting out. ]
Th... thanks, by the way. For helping me out. Even if you, uh. Damaged the car when I could've probably kicked it in or something. Maybe.
[ Aranea tries not to dwell on the fact that she's basically done a whore's work for him, going against her own "I don't whore" policy in favor of having a pretense to fuck him. She can spin it however way she wants, but she's come to grips with the fact that she'd wanted him... and, if she's honest, probably still does. As much as she argues with herself, she knows that she came to the Quay for a reason. She could have just ignored his texts like she would have any other time, and any excuse she gives falls flat in the face of this truth.
When he starts talking about his organs, Aranea stills, staring hard at his face. ]
You're really never gonna let that go, are you? [ She asks, voice flat and hard. Aranea opens her mouth to speak but stops herself, swallowing hard on the verbal barbs she's prepared for him. She can feel his breath against her lips and she tenses, the feeling awakening some ancient, sleeping monster within her abdomen that roars for her attention as it claws its way down between her thighs. Aranea wants to groan with frustration, wants to punch Prompto clear across the face, wants to kiss the breath straight out of his lungs-- and gods damn her, her eyelashes are fluttering as her eyes descend to his lips when he laughs.
Had Aranea known about his fixation with Cindy, the part of her that had dubbed him "mine" would likely be angry. The rest of her, by contrast, would likely praise whatever Astral happened to be listening at the time, glad to be free of his attentions in any capacity. She finds that she does just fine when it comes to not seeking him out, but when he does the seeking? She's destroying car windows and wanting to bruise his lips with her mouth. The entirety of their arrangement is terrible, and while she knows that she bears and equal amount of blame in it, she can't help but resent him for his... Promptoness.
Such Promptoness is on full display as he all but announces the fact that he's attempting to stare at her rear through the darkness of the Regalia, and Aranea can't help herself at this point. Her hand shoots out as he chokes out an apology, fingers curling around his neck as she shoves him back into the car, launching herself on top of him. There's nothing romantic or seductive about the maneuver (probably), but she brackets his waist with her thighs, pinning him with her weight as she suspends herself over him. ]
I should charge you for looking, [ She hisses through gritted teeth, the hand at his throat remaining in place. She doesn't apply any pressure behind the action, content to leave it as more of a warning than anything. ] I should also charge you interest for how long you're making me wait for the rest of my money, but y'know what? That one's probably my bad. Not like I've been up your ass to collect.
[ It's a paradigm shift to be certain, but Aranea finds that it sure as hell beats burning in silence. Having him underneath her has her feeling better already, but she isn't sure if that's a good thing or not. ]
[ she doesn't need him to blatantly admit it to realize that he was as virginal as could be before she got her fingers around him. Prompto's not going to forget their moment together and he likely never will. he's going to be reminded of it just about anytime gil is in his hands until his damn debt to her is paid off regardless. even as he recalls their time with fondness, it doesn't take much to assume that Aranea has different feelings on the matter. ah, well. she still went out of her way to rescue him, so there's something there. he just knows it.
there's a part of him that realizes he shouldn't be so blatantly stupid in regards to staring at her ass like it wasn't something he hadn't seen naked and bare before. but then there's the other part ― the part that won ― that decides it holds a higher priority over getting out of the vehicle that has kept him as its prisoner for several hours now. he risks a fate far worse than being trapped overnight when she notices the holes he's burning through her posterior. there's no way he could have expected her to react the way she does. maybe give him a good boot to the ass to send his face grinding against the asphalt or make him eat some glass, but no.
his body is hauled back into the cushy interior of the Regalia and Prompto can't help but yelp out in the most expected way possible. he's lucky she has cleared most of the shards of glass so that it's a rather harmless drop, but the air in his lungs leaves him at her weight suddenly planting itself securely on his lower half. there's definitely nothing sexy or intimate about this, but dammit, if it wasn't hot to see Aranea towering over him once more. he is far too intimidated by the rough tussle to move his hands onto her legs or hips, so they just lie limp over his chest as he tries to force a smile through all of this mental trauma she has subjected him to. ]
I wasn't... wasn't looking. Dunno what you're talking about. [ oh, right. she can choke him at any moment if she decides to do so. Prompto's making nervous noises again, squirming underneath her grasp all the while. it's not too different than the last time they were in this position, except his cock isn't balls deep inside of her pussy. but of course she decides to bring up his unpaid fees to her now of all times, when he is further indebted to her and with no money readily available. she can feel his Adam's apple move as he forces spit down his throat, eyes darting around and unable to look at her own. ] N-no need to be up in my ass! I thought we were perfectly happy with me in yours? It felt like it at the time, that is.
[ for a beach at nighttime, it sure has gotten hot in here. Prompto is almost uncomfortably turned on by the way she's thrown herself onto him, but the fact that he knows it isn't for anything sexual makes him worry that he'll come out of this car in a worse state than he was in before. ]
[ It's no lie that there is something there, and Aranea hates every ounce of it. That thing with Prompto was supposed to be a one-off type of deal, one she was in complete control of... But Aranea is quickly beginning to realize that it's become anything but that. This train is rapidly going off the rails, and try as she might to stay the course, some strange, dark impulse keeps her coming back for more. The Commodore can't blame it on loneliness, nor can she blame it on pure horniness; she could secure a dick to ride faster than the speed of light, so it certainly wasn't for want of general companionship.
When he yelps, she scoffs, bearing her weight down onto his belly as the hand at his throat remains put. She thinks he looks ugly like this, underneath her in the distant half-light of the resort filtering in through the windshield of the Regalia, his hands splayed uselessly upon the flat of his chest. At his half-smile, Aranea scowls, looking offended. ]
You're not really in any position to lie to me, [ She snarls, feeling the anxious noises he makes rumbling through his throat. This position is indeed familiar, and something in her abdomen warms and clenches at the realization, the memory still fresh in spite of being weeks old by now. When he speaks again, Aranea leans downwards to level with his face, her breath gusting hot against his lips as she practically spits acid at him. ]
You wish you'd been in my ass. You seem particularly fixated on that tonight, though, don't you? [ Her voice lowers dangerously, almost sing-songy in its mocking. Loath as she is to admit it, she's getting off on this like she had the first time, her free hand sliding behind her to smooth along the front of his pants. Aranea can practically feel herself teetering precariously on those proverbial rails again, but a louder, more commanding urge tells her that this is exactly what she wants to happen. ] Do you get off on flirting with death, blondie? Is that a thing for you?
But the past is so nice... especially when I'm concerned about my future........
[ Prompto by no means is a good or even decent poker player and he knows this. but damn, even with that in mind, he wishes he could understand at least a sliver of what the hell is going on inside of Aranea's head. she looks at him like he's disgusting and not worthy of his time, and yet her fingers on his throat insist she is not here to choke the life out of him. she talks so much shit about... him in his entirety, yet she took the time to ready up and make her way to Galdin Quay to rescue him. she's a living paradox at this point, and all he can hope for is that he will get an answer as to how she truly feels sooner or later.
... it'll likely be later by the way she confuses him further. she's by no means heavy, yet the weight sinking down on his stomach makes him choke out a bit of a groan when paired with her hand clenched authoritatively around his neck. he realizes that the best course of action is to simply smile, nod and move on, all while hoping that her bloodlust will eventually sate itself and they can move on from this. ]
O-okay, okay! If you gotta hear it so badly, then yes! I was looking at your ass! Thought you maybe wouldn't have, uh. Minded too much.
[ and he was wrong. or at least, he thinks he is. her wording is very... particular... and it gets him wandering. those thoughts are immediately cut off as she grows dangerously close to his crotch. his eyes practically bulge out from the surprise sensation that washes over him, and he's again writhing about underneath her, inadvertently smearing his groin area all over her fingers in the process. ]
I get off on flirting with you―? [ his statement comes off more as a question, as if unsure on how to answer her in a way that will be pleasing. considering the way things are heading, Prompto decides that this is the moment where he doubles down and puts it all on the table. both hands leave his chest to run ― shakily, mind you ― up the length of her legs, fingers dancing along her bare hips before eventually resting on her ass. ] And see? I'm not just looking. I'm touching, too.
[ ohhhh, he doesn't know what he's signing himself up for. he can only hope that it interests her enough to keep him alive a while longer. ]
No use dwelling on the past when the future's staring you right in the face. [ Aranea responds as breezily as she can with her voice lowered as it is, her eyes on his face. She tries to convince herself that there's nothing remotely attractive about the way his lips curve upwards as he tries to combat his nervousness, and in spite of her best efforts, she finds herself recanting against the part of her that's trying to hold her to the opinion of his being ugly in the low light. Even with his hair a mess and his eye bags in full bloom, Aranea finds that she can't tear her gaze away from his face, though she's grateful that she can barely see his freckles like this.
He's cute, and while she'd have no trouble admitting that to anyone else, it seems wrong to boost Prompto's ego by telling him as such. Something about him makes it impossible for her to make this a "one-and-done" deal, and for all of her want, it makes her resent him. Prompto's willingness to endure her whims only serves to make her more agitated, and when he groans, something inside of her flutters. It isn't even a sexual groan, but her body reacts as if it is, her skin patching red with heat. ]
Was that so hard? [ Aranea intones, gratified by his confession. This... This is so fucked up. It's come this far, and she knows full well that she can turn back before it's too late, but-- his hips rise to meet her hand, deliberately or not, and she palms the front of his pants, fingers curling around him through the denim. Her gauntlets make the action a bit awkward, the sensation of him vague through layers of armor and fabric, but she squeezes the juncture between his thighs, getting off on having him pinned beneath her and at her mercy.
She's come this far. She's come this far and there's no denying the heat and want that she feels, and while she channels the two as best she can into pure, unadulterated rage, Aranea can't help the way her body seemingly primes itself to the feeling of him held fast beneath her hips. ]
At this point, there's really no difference, [ Aranea half-purrs as his hands find her ass. The look on his face translates to one of unease, but his hands feel warm against her skin. She shudders in spite of her best efforts, shifting astride him as the hand at his throat flattens against his collarbones, closing her eyes as her hips inadvertently jerk in response to the feeling of his hands on her ass.
She's almost like a beast placated by a fresh kill at this point, her mind feebly protesting as her body gives itself over to the way he feels against her. The hand at the front of his pants clumsily toys with the belt at his hips, managing to unhook it with great effort. When Aranea opens her eyes, she doesn't look at his face, instead focusing on the way her hand looks when it's splayed at the top of his chest. ]
I'm going to fuck you. [ It's more of a statement than anything, or maybe a warning. Her tone is measured and low. ] If you stay in this car, I'm going to fuck you. If you leave now, none of this ever happened, and once I get my money, we're finished. [ She shifts her weight to prove her point, lifting her hips off of him and planting one of her feet against the back of the Regalia's backseat, giving him a way out of the car. While she risks being humiliated by him leaving, she almost prays he does. As far as she's concerned, she's made enough of an ass of herself already. ]
[ as hopeful and idealistic that he may be, even Prompto is skeptical that he and Aranea will do anything somewhat similar to what they've done in that lake sometime ago. she's made her opinion of him clear, which, ironically, only furthers his confusion. her words at that moment promised more, and the way she looked at him as his cock bottomed out in the confines of her cunt insisted she found true enjoyment. he still believes she did, but dammit, she's got a hard time accepting that fact once they parted ways.
now that they're together again, it seems that some feelings can't be helped. he can pick apart the hesitation in her eyes as she debates on whether she wants to whip his cock out or just punch him square in that adorably lost face of his. her hand hasn't retracted from his pants, in fact clinging to his crotch and quickly reminding him that no amount of fatigue and lack of sleep will prevent him from pumping blood down yonder. he's inevitably growing hard from the attention, however light and indirect it may be through his pants and her armor, exacerbated by the sudden intensity of the situation. ]
Yes. Yes, Aranea, it was that hard. [ she won't have to think long to realize he's speaking in a literal sense, especially as his expression falters under the pressure she applies to his groin. as her grip on his throat lightens, be begins to grow a bit more comfortable, forgiving the fact that there was likely glass all around them. Aranea isn't rejecting his grip on her backside and in fact loosens her hold on his throat, leaving him to believe that it's okay to squeeze more assertively than tentatively.
that changes almost a second later when she blurts out the statement ― no, fact ― that he is about to get fucked right here, right now, smack dab in the middle of the Regalia in a semi-public place. if he hadn't been looking at her with shock before, he sure is now. Prompto maybe hoped such a thing would be possible, but never considered she would dive straight for it. she does. she gives him the choice to either lie here and take it, literally, or to leave. what was once that look of bewilderment changes into one that makes him squint, sitting up and propping his elbows onto the cushion below him as he leans in so their noses rubbed against one another once more. ]
I know you think I'm an airhead, but why in the hell would you ever think I'd wanna leave?
[ he's attracted to her. hell, his crush on her has been rather hard to hide long before they struck a business deal, and he isn't shy about his desire of wanting more. her movement made him retract his hands from her ass, but he resolves to proving himself, brushing his knuckles past her thigh and slipping underneath that flap of hers to press his fingers into her groin. his breath is hot on her lips, still quivering from adrenaline and a persistent, sliiiight fear of what she intends to do. Prompto curls his digits and fights the smooth leather fabric, all in hopes of seeing her make a face similar to that of his own. ]
I'm not... not going anywhere. Not unless you're looking to wine and dine me before you get to, heh, fucking...
[ And Aranea had found enjoyment in their first union, more enjoyment than anything she had in ages. Casual hookups had kind of been her thing; mercenary work didn't really allow for settling down, and she'd intended for Prompto's name to be another item on the forever-growing list of people she'd had a good time with. The only thing that had really set him apart to begin with was the fact that he was on some virtuous mission for king and country with none other than the Prince of Lucis himself. The other things that made him unique seemed to fall into place after she found herself crossing paths with him and his crew time and again, and while Aranea is content to believe that she feels this way because he's the only one she'd deigned to come back to, part of her can't help but wonder if Prompto's draw lies with some other factor.
He reacts favorably to the way she squeezes his cock through his pants, and she rewards him by continuing to gently tighten her grip, stroking him with slow, measured movements. His hardness is a familiar one, and Aranea nearly sighs in contentment as he grows larger within the confines of his pants. She doesn't dare to look up at his face while she does this, knowing full well that any resolve she feels will quail in the wake of his stupid expression. She's already lost enough control of this situation as it stands.
Aranea stills when he says her name, her eyes chancing to glance at his face in spite of herself, just in time to catch the faltering of his expression. She feels equal parts gratified and unsurprised at the fact that he's just as effected by this as she is. ] Is, [ She corrects, doing her best to remain unaffected, only to have the illusion shatter when his grip on her rear tightens with familiarity. She sucks in a breath through her teeth in response, nigh imperceptible before she sets forth her ultimatum.
She hates the way his eyes widen in response to her statement, and she fixes him with a look of annoyance. Being direct is something she prides herself in for the most part, and Aranea honestly feels that the reason why she's in this mess with him to begin with is because she decided to take a different tack with Prompto for whatever reason. Her heart leaps into her throat despite her chilly demeanor when his nose nudges against hers, causing her breath to catch and her cheeks to dust red with want. ]
I-- [ Aranea begins, hating how fucking dumb she sounds. Swallowing hard, she squares her jaw. ] I'm not in the business of doing this if you're not all in. I wanted to give you an ou-- [ She's cut off by a sharp gasp as his fingers start to slip between her legs, her gaze flickering downward. The pressure, though slight, is enough to make her shudder, her neglected sex practically throbbing from the stimulation. Biting the inside of her cheek, Aranea makes a face at him before collecting herself and shifting her position, smoothing the hand she has at his chest downwards to join the one at the waist of his pants. ]
Should I ask your friends for permission, while I'm at it? [ She snarks, pulling away from him hesitantly. The heat of his breath is dangerous against her lips, and she's legitimately afraid that kissing him will make her lose her mind at this point in time. The Commodore slides her way down towards the broken window, framing his legs with her own as she properly sets to undo his pants. Aranea moves slowly, methodically; her palms warm gently against his cock through thin fabric as she finally allows her eyes to venture up to his face, gauging his reaction as she dips low, gripping the waistband of his underwear between her teeth before pulling it down in tandem with her hands on his pants. ]
But if dinner's what you want, I can totally stop and dump your off at the nearest Crow's Nest. Maybe I'll leave you some money for a kids' meal with enough change so you can play Justice Monsters.
[ as if he can be optimistic enough to think that he had truly left such a mark on her. Prompto's weird. for such a cocky, flirtatious fellow, he doesn't have very high expectations of himself. as much as he believes to have given it all ― and he for sure gave it his all ― he just figured it was just a night of sex for Aranea and that's it. as their interaction tonight begins to unravel at a much faster rate than before, she does a poorer job at hiding her true feelings on the matter. and that's good. it gave him the courage to grope her ass like he had before, even pushing his luck by pressing his palm against her clothed cunt in hopes of drawing some form of pleasure out of it.
she gives him enough to work with. enough to make his pants grow tight as his cock undeniably goes to full-mast from the sexual tension that has suddenly exploded between the two of them. Prompto wonders for the briefest of moments on if she had planned on pursuing him for further sex once breaking him out, even tempted to ask aloud. he is pulled away from his curiosity and for good reason, as she pushes him back down onto the seat and forcing him to abandon his attempt at pleasuring her so soon.
his lips part with anticipation that they were to kiss again only to find himself filled with disappointment that she was able to successfully resist. he doesn't have much to complain about, however. as her form slides further down towards the other door and working to undo his pants. he's back to resting his trembling hands on his chest as he simply watches, having the slightest of clues on what she was about to do to him. ]
Let's... let's keep them out of this, please? They've already ignored me... and you didn't. Eventually. [ he tires to sound appreciative there and succeeds to an extent. Prompto is quick to forgive that she went radio silent several times as he fought temporary insanity. with his pants undone and her palm running along a clear outline of his cock through his boxer briefs, he's left shuddering from the attention. ] You might not know it, but you're actually kinda sweet on me every now and then― ooooh―
[ she's... biting his underwear and pulling it down with her teeth. if that isn't the hottest fucking thing he's even seen, he doesn't know what was. as she gets it tugged down underneath the base of his cock, she'll have to contend with how sharply it rises into the air as it throbs maddeningly. he lets out another moan-like noise that may only be possible by Prompto and Prompto only, nails scratching at his shirt as he leaves her to handle her business the way she wants to. this is the closest she's been to his dick, now that he thinks about it. talk about intimidating. ]
Please... please don't drop me off anywhere. Please? I wanna... wanna be with you. Even if it may be hazardous to my health. Just tell me what you're about to do...
[ he can't even take offense to her when she starts doing stuff like this. seriously. ]
[ While Aranea is a paradox in itself, Prompto is much the same; his cockiness belies his low self-worth, and that's probably what catches Aranea's attention as much as it does. In the end, the great pains that he went to during their first go have earned him a second time, and Aranea acknowledges the sensation of his touches with muffled moans and hitches in her breath, eyelids fluttering prettily in contrast to the usual battle-hardened and cynical face that she puts on. The material of her pants is maddeningly thick, the touches of his fingers providing only enough pressure to tease and not much else. Still, the Commodore gets off on the intent as much as the feeling itself, and that's enough. For now.
As much as Aranea wants to say that this is all premeditated, she knows it would be inaccurate. Of course she'd entertained the thought; he'd been the reigning king of her sparse sexual fantasies over the last few weeks, though she'd likely never tell him that. It's better that he doesn't ask, however, as she continues to satisfy her own whims, content to keep him pinned beneath her weight.
She notices the way his lips part, and a portion of her almost feels stupid for pulling away at the last second. It's clear that he wants this as badly as she does, but her need for control of the situation far outweighs the desire to kiss him. She gives a half-derisive snort as his hands fall limply to his chest like a fainting damsel in a fairytale, and when his cock springs free from his underwear, she pulls back as if to admire it in its full glory. The sight of it is a contradiction to the almost demure way his palms flatten against his chest, and were she in a better state to appreciate the irony of it, she'd have laughed. As it stands now, though, she's hungrily devouring the sight of him with her eyes alone, a predatory expression flickering across her features before she lifts her gaze back to his face. ]
Who's sweet on who, now? [ Aranea intones, bringing her right hand to the base of his cock and gently circling his shaft with her fingers. She strokes him slowly, sinuously; her thumb smooths along the familiar curve of his glans, tracing the slit with her finger pad before curving around along its ridge. He's already just as hard as she remembers in spite of her doing the bare minimum, throbbing against her palm as he chokes on gasping moans from the other side of the plush leather upholstery. The Commodore can't help the slow, scimitar of a smirk that curls up the corners of her mouth as she brings her free hand to smooth up below the fabric of his shirt, pushing it upwards to reveal his abdomen. ]
Aren't you sweet? [ She purrs, lowering her face to the soft flesh of his stomach. Aranea hovers over him, predatory, as her lips brush against his skin, teeth following with a sharp nip as if to keep him from getting too comfortable. The hand at his cock never once ceases its movements, moving with a practiced grace as she sears a burning trail of kisses over the curve of his left hip bone. ] I already said I was gonna fuck you. Anything else that happens is collateral... And thus not worth mentioning.
[ Aranea continues to move her mouth lower along his body, stopping just above the sparse dusting of hair at the base of his cock. She hesitates as she looks up at him, her eyes glinting deviously before she dips low, nuzzling her face against the root of his shaft before stilling her hand and holding him steady. Her tongue darts out past her lips in order to trace along the length of his cock, lazily rolling against his crown before she presses a kiss against his slit, suckling at any precum beading within it. ]
[ the car seems to be a whole lot more comfortable when he shares it with someone. maybe it's because he can't even focus on the dull throbbing in the dip of his back from stiffness, instead focusing on the more prominent set that sprouts from the now revealed cock. Prompto isn't stupid enough to put a label on whatever this is between them, but he can officially acknowledge and recognize there was something there. something strange, something foreign and something atypical... but it's there. Aranea has to be just as aware if she's gone ahead and accepted what she wanted from him tonight.
maybe they'll get around to talking about their feelings together at some point. hahahahaha. just kidding. that'll never happen. ]
Uhhh, the lovely lady hungrily eating up my cock with her eyes? [ in regards to who's being sweet on who. ] A-and the one... oh god, the one currently teasing it with her f-fucking... fingers―
[ she has to enjoy how she makes him unravel. it's impossible to poker face his way through this, to pull a Gladio and make it seem like she's doing nothing special in an attempt to make her work harder. he's already as hard as a rock just from her hand on his throat and a few idle squeezes onto his crotch that he could have barely felt. when she starts toying with his tip and especially the slit, Prompto just wants to melt into the seat. she knows all too well how to handle herself in this regard, and this wasn't just some reach-around in the middle of a pond. he's mere inches from her faces and she can see every intimate detail on his cock, from the thin veins that hug his shaft to the deep red that flushes his cock's head from arousal.
not only that, but she has access to other parts of his body that she seems well intent on taking advantage of. his stomach's suddenly revealed and he feels more naked than he did when they were in a body of water. with her lips and teeth having their way with him, he's balling his shirt up with one hand and dragging it up further while the other instinctively holds onto the back of her head. there's not a shred of assertion from his touch, but he does run his fingers through her hair as he watches every little thing she does. ]
That's. That's... ominous. I like and absolutely dislike the... sound of that.
[ he's a whimpering mess of noises by the time she starts teasing the prospect of actually sucking him off. Prompto wants to both see and feel it so bad by the time she gets to bumping the bridge of her nose along his base and adjusting him so that she can flick her tongue along it. only then does his nails rake along her scalp, digging in deep while his ankles do the same with the seats that holds their weight. if he had thought that was bad, he's clearly not prepared for when she kisses those pouty lips of hers along his slit, hips arching forward to brush his cock's crown along her mouth from the way she tries to take his pre as her own.
and honestly, at this rate? it might as well be. he's supposed to be her property, after all. ]
[ Aranea's knees feel as if they're creaking as they bear her weight for an extended period but, just like Prompto, she doesn't seem to notice. Her focus is entirely on him, her own desire spiking insistently between her thighs and going neglected in favor of focusing on the way he moans and whimpers underneath her. It's gratifying in its own way, her body reacting to the noises he makes and yearning for more, and while she'd been overly concerned with just what she felt for him up to this point, she finds that she's rapidly beginning to not care. She wants him, just like she'd wanted him all those weeks ago. That want trumps anything and everything that might get in the way of it, feelings be damned.
Talking about what they had almost seemed like a death sentence for it, and Aranea sure as hell isn't about to let this end quickly. It's almost like a grudge match between her body and his, exacting revenge on the way he makes her feel by subjecting him to sexual torture. She feels more and more gratified with every twitch and throb of his cock, and when he starts talking, it only serves to feel better. ]
Yeah? [ Aranea practically sings, breath gusting hot against the wetness her tongue leaves on his skin. ] Tell me what else I'm doing to you. Keep talking, or I might stop.
[ She purrs the words as both a command and a warning even as her eyes drift from his face and down to his cock again, studying it up-close. It's sexy as hell, its swollen crown dusted red, blending prettily with the velvety skin of his shaft. He's rock-hard in her fingers, twitching insistently with every teasing stroke and squeeze, and experience dictates how Aranea's wrist moves, though their last time together had taught her a fair bit of what he liked specifically. It's true that she loves seeing him come undone, hearing the stuttering breaths that he struggles to suck through his teeth as he speaks, punctuated by soft moans and whimpers that she'd have found annoying coming from any other man.
She hums pleasantly when his hand finds her hair, and while he makes no effort to move her where he obviously wants her, she silently complies anyway, his fingers mussing up her ponytail as they thread through her hair. If this bothers her, she makes no sign of it, chuckling at his words even as her lips encircle the crown of his cock. She doesn't pull away completely, content to let her mouth brush against the underside of his head when she responds. ]
Your dick seems to be pretty into it, [ Aranea mutters, chuckling again as his fingernails scrape her scalp, prompting her to swirl her tongue along the circumference of his glans, teasing her lips around it. Bracing a hand against the front of his thigh, Aranea dips low, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she takes the tip of his cock into her mouth proper, cheeks hollowing out with the motion of her sucking it. If he felt stiff in her hands, he feels even harder against her tongue, the smooth flesh doing nothing to hide the way he throbs against the slick heat of her mouth.
Aranea doesn't take him in completely, stopping at about the midway point before bobbing her head upwards, taking her sweet time. As far as she's concerned, he is her property. For now, at least. ]
[ it's quite the 180° from when he had his face smothered between her legs out, eagerly eating her cunt out as if he had something to prove. ―because he did, since homeboy hadn't tasted a drop a moment before his tongue swiped along her puffy, swollen lips for the very first time. now it's Prompto splayed out on the seat, legs spread under Aranea's command with her armored frame between them, cock in hand. he really wants to ask why she's so eager to suck him off after talking all of that shit, but the both of them know he wouldn't dare ask with her teeth so close to something so delicate.
this is a victory. he's going to go ahead and cherish it as one. ]
You're... you're gonna make me nut in your goddamn mouth at this rate if you don't chill out―!!
[ his words are filthy, labored and desperate, just how she would probably like them. he's not actually going to cum, but the diligent work of her fingers stroking him and her tongue taking its painful time exploring every nerve ending on his tip made him beg to differ. she had seen how he likes to jerk himself off, sure... but what she's doing with those dangerously sexy lips is all her. all talent. immeasurable talent that he never would have expected before now.
she hasn't seen ruined hair yet. the back of her head is the only thing that's keeping him afloat right now, balling her long strands between each finger and tugging hard enough to likely knot them together. Aranea was far from gentle in the way she clung to his head when he was servicing her, so he's just repaying the favor. the grip only tightens by the time she tucks her hair behind her ear, such a simple act but enough to make him want to spontaneously combust. ]
Just my dick? Ohhh... baby. Baby. You could... haha, never be more wrong. My entire body is into this...
[ just like that, a portion of his length disappears between her lips. she pushes down on it with the intent of sucking his cum straight out from the source, peering through the dimly lit interior to see how seriously she is taking this. Prompto is surprised she took as much of him inside as she did, and when she bobs her head up, he's hardly keeping her forced. in fact, only one thing is on his mind. ]
So. Is it... is it good? My cum, I mean. I hope it's pretty good, 'cause you're about to taste a lot of it.
[ only he is going to be reaching for re-assurance about his cum after she's clearly gotten an idea of what to expect and continues to go regardless of her opinion. but. it's Prompto. what can she expect? ]
[ It's only natural that she returns the favor, though it's way sooner than she'd initially expected; Prompto's tongue had done wonders for her even if it had been the first time he'd ever done anything of the sort, and Aranea is always one to repay her debts... whenever it benefits her, anyway. Prompto's right to be silent in this regard as she sets to work, her gauntlets having hastily been discarded in the flurry of action that had just taken place. Her hand moves back and forth at a steady pace as her tongue flicks and teases along his shaft, and when he speaks, she hums in response. ]
No way in hell am I gonna let you blow this early on, [ Aranea purrs, gratified by the desperation in his voice. Her own tone is low and measured, even in spite of its huskiness as she continues to taunt him with every smooth lave of her tongue along the ridge of his head. ] Hold out a little longer for me. Promise I'll make it worth it.
[ The words are strangely comforting in their own way even as his fingers rake through her hair, earning him the lightest graze of teeth against his shaft in warning. Her eyes flicker up to his face with a glare, though her expression softens as she's placated by what he says next. Aranea can't for the life of her understand why his calling her "baby" does what it does to her, but she moans her appreciation around his cock, taking him into her mouth further.
She'd known he was big, of course, but the head of his cock hits the back of her throat quicker than she expected, causing her to pause. Aranea's long since mastered control of her gag reflex at this point, but she continues to take her time as she rolls her tongue along his shaft, her lips squeezing around him as she slowly bobs her head upwards again. She uses her mouth to fuck him, slow and steady, his words prompting her to look up at him again before returning straight to work. It isn't long before the base of his cock is slick with spit and precum, and Aranea withdraws eventually with a wet noise, one of her hands gently roving southward in order to pump at his cock a few times. ]
It's cum, [ She murmurs thickly, almost too focused to give him too much shit. ] But it's good enough to get me hopin' that you've got a big load just for me. [ Aranea flashes him a glimmer of a smile before leaning down between his legs again, the hand at his cock slowing as she replaces it with her mouth again. Her palm roves further south as her lips redouble their efforts, sucking him off with unrivaled enthusiasm as her slickened fingers gently venture downwards. Aranea slides her middle finger down between his cheeks as her lips and tongue stroke his cock, the wet pad of her finger gently circling against the tight rim of his entrance.
She doesn't look up at his face. She figures he'll protest if he isn't into it, and busies herself with taking him as far down as her throat will allow. ]
[ it shouldn't be a surprise that he finds comfort in her confidence. if Prompto felt like he had done a half decent job going down on her, of course she knows what she's doing with that smart-assed, sarcastic mouth of hers. and by god, does she. the fact that he had been miserable not more than a handful of minutes ago is literally forgotten, and somewhere down the line, he will thank those other assholes for getting him in a situation only Aranea would be willing to get him out of. except now, she's more focused on getting him off.
she insists he holds off for her and he just nods his head obediently, gnashing at his bottom lip all the while. anytime she pulls her mouth away, she'll find it difficult to rein him back in without the assistance of her hand. his cock's throbbing with reckless abandon, pulsating with intensity and with no shortage of arousal consistently dribbling from his slit. he eventually abandons his grip on her head to properly prop his body up with both arms underneath him as support. no way does he want to miss even the slightest thing she does.
every slurp of spit and slight noise she makes in response to blowing him is being burnt into his memory. anytime she peers up to look at him, he's left gasping like she's stolen the breath straight from his lungs. it's unfair that someone so gorgeous can look even more attractive with her lips auctioned around the base of his cock. ]
B-big... big load. Oh, yeah. Ohhh, yeah. I think I can manage that...!
[ he thinks it's a safe assumption that she is prepared to swallow every drop he gives her if she states something as hot as that. his hips are starting to finally stir with life, idly rolling up into her head as it begins its rhythm of craning back and forth again. the sheer heat of her mouth rivals that of the insides of her pussy, the smooth padding of her tongue running along juuuust the right parts of him.
as her fingers begin to grow more curious and roam more south, he safely figured she just wants to grope his balls. they're pretty nice looking balls, obviously, smooth and full to the touch. but nope. it's felt passing his taint and eventually between his cheeks and of course she can expect him to yelp out in utter surprise. his asscheeks immediately clamp down on her finger to make it tough to do more rubbing, but... Aranea would quickly find him relaxing at a surprisingly fast speed.
he's into it, alright. Prompto is somehow capable of not even saying anything as she feels him leaning to the side and ducking a hand underneath the car seat he's normally sitting at. when he brings it back, she will see something familiar. his camera. it's brought back up and adjusted before bringing it to his eyes to peer through the lens as she continues sucking him off. any continued rubbing of his asshole only makes him shudder with equal parts arousal and tension, and only when she begins to hear the soft hum of the camera zooming in does she hear him speak. ]
Didn't... think you were into that, heh. Not gonna ask you to stop. Do what you want down there.
[ what??? Prompto, are you okay??? it's almost like he's fingered himself before or something. huh. whatever, he's just going to continue chewing on the inside of his cheek as he begins to snap a few shots of her sucking him off. his hips may even start to willingly grind down onto the finger teasing and playing with his ass. who knows. ]
[ Aranea is smug in the knowledge that Prompto has completely forgotten his discomfort, his body reacting easily to the way she toys with it. For someone who hadn't planned for this to happen, the Commodore certainly works with intention, every stroke of her fingers and tongue measured and devastating. She's singleminded in her goal of getting him off, practically living in the way he moans and whimpers underneath her ministrations.
She purrs her appreciation towards his compliance, eyelashes fluttering as his cock jerks within her grasp. While Aranea does her best to diligently lap up the pre beading from his head, it doesn't do her much good. She almost laments the way his hand drops from her hair, but she makes no effort to slow or stop. Her eyes meet his when he props himself up, and she chuckles, low and dark, as she takes him all the way to the base. Her throat constricts around the blunt head of his cock but she soldiers on, humming softly at the sound of his labored breathing. When he speaks, she makes a noise like a chuckle, muddled by the way his cock is stuffed between her lips.
It's not a particularly intelligent statement on his end, but she finds it cute, in a way. It's certainly a very Prompto thing to say, and that's done wonders for her thus far. She certainly has no intention of spitting, in any case, and every throb of his shaft only serves to keep her on her toes for the inevitable spurt of his seed down the back of her throat.
Aranea moans softly, appreciative as his hips jerk upwards. She wouldn't argue that his balls are quite nice, heavy and laden with cum, but they aren't her focus at the moment. She smirks when he yelps, no mean feat with her mouth full of his cock, but she continues to gently circle and press her fingertip against his ass hole. What does surprise her is the way he almost immediately falls right into it, and she arches a brow as he rummages around over the side of their current perch.
When his camera comes into view, Aranea exhales softly. She should've expected as much sooner, and she decides to reward his willingness to go along with her exploratory ventures by redoubling the efforts of her mouth working his cock, her head dipping and bobbing with more gusto when she knows that he has his camera focused on her. She runs the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft with each pass of her lips over his length, and she all but strikes a pose for him as he snaps away, the hand at his rear gently pushing her finger against the tight ring of muscle that she's been toying with this entire time.
Aranea pulls away momentarily with a slick pop as his cock falls from her lips, arching her back and lifting her hips into the air. She dips low in order to almost lazily slide her tongue against the curve of his balls, lightly kissing and very gently suckling at the delicate flesh of his sack before spitting a collected glob of spit and precum onto his taint, allowing it to slide downwards to where her finger is slowly beginning to part his entrance. She looks up into the lens of his camera and gives him a devil of a smile, the hand not playing with his ass encircling the root of his shaft and ensuring that his cock doesn't go neglected. ]
Make sure you get my ass in the shot, [ She purrs, amused by the way his hips bear down against her finger. Gently twisting her wrist, Aranea utilizes the lubrication she's provided for her efforts in order to work her finger further in past the narrow rim of his hole, going slow as she pushes past the tight entrance. She curls her finger as her mouth playfully toys with his balls, withdrawing the digit before pressing forward to her second knuckle, teasing and hot. ]
[ intelligence isn't a priority of his right now, as she may imagine. he originally wanted nothing more than fresh air to breathe and eventually somewhere to sleep, but now, his mind is preoccupied with sex. lots and lots of sex in various shades of filth and perversion that would probably make even Aranea blush if she had the faintest of ideas what was going on in his head. ―or not. considering the things he has seen her do without even flinching, it may just be intimacy that sends a sharp red on her cheeks.
no intimacy here. not right now. she's set to a task and Prompto isn't to stop her for anything. every little hum and vibration that courses its way through her throat sends tiny jolts of pleasure to his cock that serves as a nice cherry on top of an already spectacular blowjob. she has shown that, once again, she is talented in just about anything that she puts an ounce of effort into. he knew that when she took his dick inside of her as well as she did, and he knows it even more when she constantly deepthroats him like some sort of perverted pro.
but the focus is clearly somewhere else. he knows it and she knows it. ever since her finger's grown curious and began to explore the tight, puckered rim of his hole, he can't stop thinking about what she plans to do. the surprise prodding leaves so many things unanswered, and the idiot in him wants to ask her what she's even committing to such an act for. then he remembers the time he was able to take two fingers all the way to the knuckle, how his prostate was stroked and he practically came on the spot. the idea of her awarding him such a feeling... well, he can't help but sigh happily. if this makes him seem like a bit of a slut, so be it. he's taken worse names from Aranea at this point. ]
Your ass, huh? Seems like the focus is... heh, kinda on mine. But you got it, ma'am.
[ yeah, he remembers what she asked him to call her last time. his cock is left aching in the air for a little while as she juggles between sucking on his balls and building a rhythm of dragging her digit in and out of him. Prompto relaxes his body to the best of his ability, wanting to allow her easy access so that she can feel his insides rub and grind against her. with the mess of spit she leaves on his smooth sac and the noises that are made as she continues her study of his body and what he likes most, it's hard to even focus on his actual photos. eventually he does, looking up at her rounded ass hiked high in the air as if it's begging for attention.
it gets his attention alright. he takes probably one or two pictures of her face obscured by the sight of his cock towering in the air and his balls rubbing against her features, ensuring that the dip of her back and the shape of her backside is caught all the while. not long after would she find his ass naturally clinging to her efforts at fucking him with her fingers, as he begins to lean forward. Aranea would shortly understand why, as he rests his camera on the side to stuff both hands underneath her tight, tight pants and any underwear she may have on. her rear is squeezed by his fingers for the briefest of moments before he's tugging them down until they hug at the bottoms, making for an even better shot when he brings his camera back up.
she wouldn't find him leaning back just yet. instead, he brings a finger to his mouth and sucks on it, working his tongue over the length of it so that it's slathered with his spit. without even thinking of the repercussions, it's brought out with a lewd pop and dragged between the cleft of her cheeks. Prompto would be in disbelief if he took the time to realize he's deliberately stroking his fingertip along the rim of her asshole, smearing the saliva into her while making a few prods of his own. ]
You meant... meant like this, right? 'Cause it's a pretty good view. I'll be sure to send you the pictures later.
[ oh, he's just full of himself. the guy with fingers inside his ass. how ironic. ]
[ It's the simple pleasures in life, Aranea finds, that are worth the most. Divinity certainly is the color of gold, and while gil will always be her number one, Prompto is slowly making his way to the top of the list. The way he gasps and pants is adorable, and she focuses on her own efforts to get him off before anything else. Intimacy can shove right the fuck off when faced with the way his cock feels as it slides past her lips, over and over, and when she moans, it's because she's legitimately enjoying herself.
It's been a fair while since she's had someone's cock in her throat, and while her practiced gag reflex initially offers some resistance, it quickly warms to the sensation of his crown pushing down past it. Aranea's expression remains focused as she works his cock with her lips and tongue, graceless and savage with her movements, her chin and lips spit-slick. The blowjob she gives him is messy and enthusiastic as the finger she holds against his ass delves deeper with its endeavors.
Aranea's grateful for the breather that she takes, her mouth moving against his balls as her finger continues its slow, hot drag in and out of his tight hole. She marvels at how easily he takes the rest of the digit inside of himself as she runs the flat of her tongue from his taint to the base of his cock, pulling back when he speaks to take in the pretty picture of her finger disappearing into the puckered entrance of his ass. ]
That's the spirit, [ She breathes, gratified by the title he uses to address her. Aranea rewards him by curling the finger inside of him upwards, his insides wrapping hot and tight around her as her mouth slants against the ridge of his cock, their shared fluids messily coating her lips and cheeks as she does so. She rubs her finger in and out of him slowly, wondering at the ease with which he took it in even as she coats her index finger with the slick, sticky mixture she'd spit down the cleft of his cheeks a few moments before. She's slow and methodical when she introduces a second finger into the mix, keeping an eye on his face for any signs of discomfort as she pushes onward. Moving her lips away from his dick, she speaks. ] You've done this before, I see. You're takin' it like a champ.
[ Aranea makes a soft noise when his hands finding her ass again, her hips lifting further upwards to buoy his efforts. His hole clings greedily to her fingers as she alternates thrusting them in and out of him, moving them scissorlike before pressing the both of them firmly past his entrance with a slow, measured pressure. With her own ass exposed, she hums, taking his cock into her mouth again from the newfound angle of his sitting up.
The warm sensation of his slick finger delving between her cheeks is a surprise, but Aranea makes no effort to shy away from it. It's a bit awkward, working like this, but she manages, the fingers she has inside of him curling upwards towards the front of his body, feeling for the round, firm bulb of tissue that she knows is there. It's almost like a battle of attrition at this point, though she's firmly in the lead: she's eager to get him off before he does anything of the sort to her, though the feeling of his finger toying with her certainly feels nice. ]
Whatever you think works, blondie, [ Aranea groans as she cranes her neck back, dipping low onto his cock again before locating her target with her fingers. She's done this enough times to know what generally feels good, though it's different for everyone; very slowly and gently, she makes the famed "come hither" motion with her fingers, their flats pressing against his prostate, gently stroking along the hardened knot as Prompto's insides twist and strain around her digits. ]
[ there's an urge gnawing at him to make a snarky comment about how he's surprised no negotiating was involved prior to her ripping his pants off and going to town. maybe it was because Prompto hadn't made good on his first deal just yet, and adding further debt in his name would likely make matters worse. or maybe she's just horny. he's inclined to think the latter if his ego is to say anything. that and the fact that she's decided to throw some fingering into the mix.
he's able to withhold anything stupid that may want to expel from his mouth, and he's likely to thank that very same fingering as the reason for it. try as he might to be cool, it's still completely and utterly insane to find a foreign object inserting itself inside of him that wasn't by his command. Prompto's a curious, imaginative young man, so the sensation of his hole being stretched out is far from unfamiliar. that doesn't mean he isn't feeling it. he feels like he's about to go stir crazy from how much attention she's putting into the act, purposely taking her time to get every little reaction out of him. he just knows that Aranea is waiting to see how much he can take before he cracks.
as if he hasn't cracked enough in front of her. jeez. ]
Privi... privileged information, ma'am. Gonna have to... hahn, pay up if you want the deets...!
[ looks like he couldn't contain the snark. it's good that he got it out then, because he surely wouldn't have been able to as she forcefully pries him further apart with an additional finger. the pressure undoubtedly intensifies and the muscles in his thighs are seen visibly tensing up. try as he might to fight the urge, his knees eventually clamp up on both sides of her head, and he almost forgets that he was making an active effort of his own to explore her in a more indecent manner. she wins the battle before it's even begun, really, and he resounds himself to swatting his hand over one of her now revealed cheeks just once.
his middle finger drags down the thin trail of flesh, warm and hot where her pussy lies and then the subtle dip of where her rear entrance lied. that's all he manages to do before he lies back once more, relaxing his own ass to an extent and allowing her somewhat more room as she begins the hunt for that walnut-shaped button that lies deep in his confines. trying to hold up to his promise of taking pictures proves hard when she's successful in finding it, but he does indeed get the shots he wants. ones where his cock is between her lips, eyes peering up at him intently while her ass remains high in the air on purpose as if she's trying to entice him. when she starts stroking his prostate in earnest, she can no doubt feel and taste the copious amount of cum that leaks out prematurely. he hadn't come just yet, but... ]
R-right... right there! Fuck, why are you so... g-good at everything you doooo―
[ his eyes roll into the back of his head and he's suckling on his own bottom lip, practically bouncing his lower half down onto the pair of digits that curl and stroke his walls like she is petting him. any discomfort that may come from the stretching of tissue is hardly the focus when she makes his most sensitive parts her focus. if she had thought he was nothing but a whiny mess before... ]
[ Prompto would be better served holding his tongue in that regard; it's by some miracle that Aranea hasn't mentioned money in the last five minutes, but that just goes to show how focused she is on getting him off. She's extremely horny, but she hadn't been when he'd sent his initial text... So it's probably some testament to his ego that she's acting the way she is. It doesn't help that she's doing her damnedest not to dwell on the weird, fluttery feelings that his dumb face and voice give her, but that's neither here nor there.
For all of her crassness, Aranea makes sure to be a little gentle when handling Prompto's rear; the last thing she wants is to completely turn him off from the stimulation, especially since she finds his reactions to be sexier than almost anything he's done to her. She appreciates his curiosity and willingness to go along with something that would have made her average lay balk, and while she's had experience with this type of thing before, it's been literal years since she's put her know-how to use. Aranea is a patient woman, willing to expose him to more and more until he's at full capacity regardless of how long it takes.
Testing his limits is quickly becoming her favorite pastime, and she can't help the smirk that slants her mouth when he speaks. ]
Mmmn, big words coming from someone getting fingerfucked, [ Aranea hums, scissoring her fingers almost idly, chuckling as his legs close about her head. She gently circles her fingers into a point within his tight entrance, hardly noticing that he's neglecting his efforts in touching her. Aranea gives a soft, appreciative hiss as his palm stings against her ass, arching her rear up as if to ask for more... though she quickly busies herself with getting his cock into her mouth again. Her lips are likely swollen and red from her efforts, but as far as she's concerned, it's all worth it.
The drag of his finger against the cleft of her pussy will likely reveal just how wet she is, but Aranea hardly minds as he lies back to enjoy the things she's doing to him. Her tongue swirls around his cock with a newfound fervor as she caresses the hardened mound of tissue with both of her fingers, his insides clinging and grinding tightly around her fingers as his pre coats the back of her throat. The Commodore doesn't let up in her endeavors, eager to massage the head of his cock with the back of her throat as she continues to stroke and rub at his prostate, his whining only serving to spur her on.
Aranea breaks away from his cock in order to breathe, though her fingers never once cease their onslaught. ] You gonna cum for me? [ She purrs, emphasizing her words with a wet, sloppy stroke of her tongue against the length of his dick. She's taken to thrusting her fingers in and out of him again, quick and steady, making sure to kiss and stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves deep within him with the pads of her fingers with every pass. It isn't long before she circles her lips around his cock again, making it clear that she doesn't intend on spilling a single drop of his cum onto the luxury interior of the poor, misused Regalia. ]
[ she's far from turning him off, and the erratic jerks of his body should show it. if that's not enough proof, she needs to only listen to the way his moans pour out past his lips just about as much as the pre-cum that's coerced from the expert-like strokes of her fingers. Prompto has a hard time judging where his attentions should lie. the blowjob she provides is a godsend and is truly a first for him in terms of sensation. every sloppy slurp of saliva, every muffled moan as she tastes him, every bob in her now-disheveled ponytail as she cranes her neck. the anal stimulation is something he is, oddly and funnily enough, more used to... but the lewdness of her diving in ― literally ― and exploring his insides like she was looking for something gets to him.
whatever she was looking for, hopefully she found it. she found his prostate and that's about all he can think of right now. Prompto would otherwise be just as curious as to why she's so experienced in hooking her fingers along a particular part alongside his walls and petting it as if aware of what would become of him. questions will follow when he doesn't want to cum so fucking badly that he's left clawing at the leather that holds both of them. ]
T-then shut up and keep fingerfucking me! Jeez... ―Please, I mean. [ in retrospect, he will probably regret sounding so damn submissive and willing. right now, he just hopes it only makes her put forth even more of an effort into jabbing her pair of digits deeper inside. she's doing a good job stretching out the ring of muscle with the way she forms a 'v' with them, and he is terrifyingly tempted to ask for a third one. fortunately or unfortunately for him, however, his orgasm is soon approaching and he can't bother to ask.
she asks her question in just the right moment, as if the image of her tongue leaving her mouth to pet the length of his cock puts him over. Prompto's so used to a clenched grip on his cock in the form of a fist being the reason he gets off, which is a far cry from the efforts she's provided. as hard as he tries to give her a proper answer, all he can do is energetically bob his head into the air as he thrusts up into her mouth with reckless abandon. he replaces the clenched grip of his hand with her throat, fucking it for those few precious moments before he blows his load. Aranea won't have trouble realizing he's just came by the way he screams aloud inside the Regalia. if that isn't enough, the sheer heat of his seed splashing down her gullet should do it.
any thrusting he gives into could also be mistaken for him simply trying to grind his backside further down into her hand in an effort to bury her fingers into the absolute back of his ass. it's hard to tell. either way, she should have no trouble in determining that her efforts have culminated into an unreasonably large cum shot that will leave her swallowing load after load after load. he's somehow able to take another picture of her just as he's filling her mouth, albeit a rough one considering how it's currently impossible for him to have enough control of his muscles to bring the camera up to his face.
only after he feels like he's emptied those very same balls she's been sucking on inside of her does his body cease its restlessness. Prompto comes crashing down, hitting the back of his head against the car door behind him and hissing out as his legs slumped down at her sides. ]
Can't believe that was a... a thing that just happened...
[ For all of her quips and insults, Aranea is a surprisingly patient lover when she wants to be, singleminded in her goal of making him cum. She lives for the slow burn and payoff, opportunistic where it counts; the way her fingers and tongue move in tandem serves as a testament to that much. She's unrelenting and merciless when she needs to be, but she just as quickly reins it in when she feels that she runs the risk of overstimulating him. There's nothing polite or clean about the way she goes to town between his legs, and she figures that that's the best way to approach anything of this nature.
The sound of his nails raking across the leather prompts her to look up at him even as he bucks wildly against her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The hand without fingers that are currently knuckle-deep in his ass flattens itself across his lower belly, soothing but firm, in order to keep him relatively in place. Prompto twitches and jerks in her mouth with every forward push of her fingers, and though Aranea's long since established a rhythm, she decides to switch it up. Her fingers begin to move faster, more insistently; in all honesty, if he'd had the wherewithal to make his request, she'd likely have obliged.
The Commodore grunts at his words, the needy submissiveness of his tone prompting her to push both of her fingers into him to their utmost, her eyes flickering downwards to take in the sight of them disappearing into his tight, much-abused hole. The way his skin stretches to accommodate them is fascinating in its own right, and the hot, thick drag of her digits is emphasized by the way she curls them upwards, stroking her new favorite button almost lovingly. Aranea catches sight of the way that his head bobs upwards and braces herself before meeting the thrusts of his hips with the craning of her neck, fucking him right back as her fingers start to move in tight, little circles against his prostate.
The scream that rips from his throat is likely to be heard by any tourists who happen to be on the pier, and Aranea gives a soft, encouraging moan as rope after rope of white, sticky down spills onto the back of her tongue, coating the back of her throat even as she swallows to accommodate it. She pulls back from his cock as he takes the picture, her lips connected to its crown by a tenuous, splintering string of saliva and semen. Aranea moves to cover his cock with her lips again afterwards, effectively cleaning up any lingering spurts of cum that may dribble from his slit.
Her fingers cease their movements only when he lowers himself to a supine position, and she withdraws them with a wet shlup. Her knees ache from maintaining her position above him for so long, and she sits back, unfurling her legs from underneath her in order to stretch them out in the spaces not occupied by Prompto's. ]
Really? That's the part that you don't believe? Not the fact that you haven't even paid me yet? [ She reaches down and swipes a stray string of cum that dribbles down from his cock head with her thumb, bringing it to her lips and licking it clean. ] You're welcome, by the way.
[ there is nothing more that he would like to do than repay the favor she's miraculously provided right then and there. that's probably what she expects, after all, because Aranea is far from the standard definition of selfless. she fully expects for him to return that level of devoted attention she had provided. by how limp his body feels and how tingly his nerves are inside of his ass and along his cock are, he imagines he has a lot of of work to do.
the scream that left his mouth during his orgasm is hardly the first thing that could have been heard coming from the car. with the glass broken into oh -so-elegantly by Aranea, anyone fortunate enough to walk by would have heard any manner of moans, whines and other lewd noises as she practically fucked him. at some point, Prompto will laugh at the hilarity of them always having semi-public sex. maybe they should get a room―
―ah. she will witness a sudden spurt of energy as he works to frantically pull up both underwear and pants. it's undeniably uncomfortable considering how sticky and wet his crotch is, let alone the idle pangs of arousal that still course through his semi-erect cock. he's ignoring all of that in favor of doubling forward, running his hands along her hair to try and straighten it and wiping away globs of spit and cum. ]
Yes! You clearly don't know me well yet, as I'm nothing but a lowly-waged boy who needs some time to earn 75,000 gil. Now shhhh, sh sh sh...
[ his index finger is pressed firmly against her pouty, swollen lips to hush, but it's awfully tempting to just have her suck on it instead. she's good at sucking, he has learned! Prompto shakes his head to snap out of it and she will find him practically leaping out of the back of the car at an unnaturally fast speed, ushering for her to follow. she will likely notice he is leaving her in there a dripping mess. that's absolutely cruel in retrospect, but he wholly intends on making up for it. ]
C'moooon. Let's make a night of it since you're here already and all. I said you needed to wine and dine me, 'member?
[ the fact he is even able to bounce around on his feet after how deep she fingered him only adds to the myth that he never truly fatigues. if he's got a reason to jump into action, he's gonna do it. ]
[ Of course Aranea respects repayment; she isn't running a charity over here. Not only has she saved him from the (very comfortable, all things considered) clutches of the Regalia, but she's also provided him with a screaming orgasm, all while decidedly not making good on the fact that she'd announced that his balls would be collateral if he defaulted on his payment. The Commodore isn't exactly known for her generosity of spirit when it comes to financial matters, so the fact that Prompto's gotten this far is testament to how much she must actually like him.
Aranea had never pegged herself for an exhibitionist, but every encounter with Prompto is making her rethink her stance on the matter. The thought of someone seeing her utterly dominate him strikes a very erotic chord inside of her, one she'd had no idea existed until now. The mere thought only serves to make heat coil and spike inside of her gut, and just as she opens her mouth to negotiate her end of the deal, he starts pulling on his pants.
Aranea shuts her jaw, tilting her head even as he tries to make her look semi-presentable for gods know whatever reason. ]
What the hell are you talking about? [ She asks, quirking a brow. If he had made any moves to dig out, Aranea's hands would have found her lance in a second, likely to shove its head where her fingers had been not moments before. Instead, she allows Prompto to do whatever it is he's doing (because that's worked out so well for her thus far), sitting still even as he swipes at her spit-slick mouth. ]
The fuck are yo-- [ Aranea is effectively silenced by the finger he has at her mouth, and she can't lie: her first instinct is to circle her lips around it, though she doesn't heed it by some miracle of the Six. As the boy clambers over her to leap out of the car, Aranea pokes her head out of the semi-ruined vehicle, eyeing him with a look that borders on murderous. ]
Are you fucking with me right now? [ She is, indeed, a dripping, molten mess beneath the tight fabric of her pants, and she collects her gauntlets and helm before extricating herself from the Regalia's back seat. Her face is flushed as she staggers after him, her expression caught somewhere between anger and extreme sexual frustration... though, really, when it comes to Aranea, there's really no difference between the two, as the latter usually begets the former. ]
Are you seriously suggesting that I take you out to dinner? After that? [ Her hand twitches, eager to reach for the spear strapped to her back. Her mind already whirs with revenge scenarios even has they reach the pier leading to the resort, her anger practically radiating off of her in waves. Her boots clunk heavily upon the boards as she follows after him, and for all of her angry gesturing and ranting, she keeps pace remarkably well.
Before she knows it, they're seated in a secluded, romantic portion of the dining area, the only lighting provided by the candle at the center at their table. She glowers at Prompto from over the glass of wine that their server had so graciously provided her with, taking a long swig before pouring herself another glass. She fills the damn thing to the brim before repeating the action, never once tearing her eyes away from him as she glares hard enough to bore holes into his skull. ]
[ surely Prompto would maybe feel a little badly about leaving Aranea hanging like that. she will likely have as much trouble walking as him at this point! but when his mind gets set on something, it becomes difficult to deflect him elsewhere. she's likely learned that by now. the idea of actually having a "date" with the Commodore excited him to no degree, and even if she's hardly compliant every step of the way, she has to realize she's being dragged along if she wants anything pleasuring out of this. ]
Mmmm, yup. You kinda broke a lot of glass in the Regalia. Guess who the guys will blame for that? Me. Guess who will have to pay that back too? Me. You just don't want to find out you like spending time with me when it doesn't involve my cock.
[ touché, young man. touché.
Prompto fears for his life on the long trek to the resort, and he equally fears he will inconveniently run into the rest of the gang and have to explain everything that has occurred lest they kill him instead. he only begins to rest easy when they're sitting down in a private corner of the restaurant and alcohol is presented as a peace offering of sorts. considering the look she is still given him, he imagines it will take some time. ]
I... I mentioned I loved you, right? Loooove... you...
[ she's chugging down that wine of hers like it's water and he hesitantly sips at a glass of his own all the while. his foot extends from underneath the table in an attempt to affectionately stroke her leg, yet there's nothing but an uncomfortable clang as he hits the armored part covering her knee instead. ]
O-ow...
[ maybe he's regretting this finally. it sounded like a good idea at the time, okay!! ]
[ Aranea feels that Prompto should feel guilty; barring the fact that she had a tendency to launch idle threats in his general direction, she had come to his rescue with little fanfare, fingerfucked him, and sucked him off to orgasm. All without charging him any extra! The Commodore is a modern day saint if there ever was one, and this guy repays her by having her take him out on a date.
Aranea isn't sure what's stupider: the fact that he's doing this or the fact that she's actually going along with it. ]
Don't put this on me! If I hadn't shown up, you'd have found your own way out. I just expedited the process. [ Aranea scoffs at what he says next, indignant. ] As if I'd ever want to be around you when your cock isn't involved!
[ She says that last bit a little too loudly, much to the scandal of the small scattering of tourists seated near the front of the resort. It isn't long until they're seated in the relative darkness of their table, however, keeping them safe from prying eyes. The longer she glowers at him, the more frenzied her mind becomes in desperation for a plan to exact her revenge. Aranea seems content to glare a hole in the place of every single one of his stupid freckles before she's seized by a devil of a thought, her angered expression slowly melting into one of devious smugness.
Aranea is on her third (and a half) glass of wine before she responds to his second confession of the night, delicately lifting one of her legs and nestling her foot between the crux of his thighs. Anyone looking will likely get an eyeful of what has to be some sort of terrifying sexy poolboy/sugar mama exchange, but the Commodore couldn't give less of a flying fuck. ]
Yeah? I think I might love you, too. [ She purrs, a slow scimitar of a smirk crossing her lips. When their server returns, she grabs him by the tie, yanking him down and murmuring something into his ear. He snaps to attention almost immediately, rushing off to the gods know where without so much as taking their order.
Aranea swigs the rest of her glass down, pouring the remainder of the bottle into it and lamenting when it doesn't quite reach the rim of the cup. ]
I ordered for you. Eat fast. We've got somewhere to be.
[ The bottom of her boot gently rubs against the front of his pants as she takes another sip, almost nonchalant in the way she glances around. Her face colors a lovely shade in the half-darkness, her teeth catching the glint of the candlelight as she grins the grin of an apex predator who has their quarry beneath their heel.
It doesn't take long for their server to return, with what looks like the entirety of the Quay's kitchen with him. Aranea smiles toothily at Prompto as her glass is refilled, platters and platters of gourmet dishes being set out on the table between the two of them. Her foot never once leaves its perch. ]
You can't say I never did anything good for you, sweetheart.
Thanks for the vote of confidence, buuuut I think you're wrong. Would have definitely been stuck in there until they decided to bust me out. I'm useless like that. Knowing my luck, they'd have gone on an extended fishing trip...
[ Prompto is left grumbling a few choice words as he traces his finger around the rim of his glass of wine. the similarity to any motions her own fingers had performed on him not too long ago is lost and he's immediately retracting his hand regardless in thanks to her boisterous statement involving his cock. his head ducks low to avoid making eye contact with anyone who happened to overhear. god, thanks for making it into a Thing, Aranea.
the tsundere look is cute on you at least.
as she continues powering through her alcohol, he begins to worry. how is the dragoon when she gets drunk? does she get drunk? will she feel more inclined to beat the holy hell out of him or will she mount him right here at this very table in a spontaneous act of lust? the possibilities are endless, and as she continues to treat the wine as if it's water, he can only imagine he will have his answer soon. Prompto believes he starts to get one when one of those long legs rests dangerous close to the space between his legs. whatever her intention may be, it's clear that he is quick to assume. the lass never did get to enjoy an orgasm of her own... ]
W-what? I'm sorry, can you... would you be so kind as to repeat that? [ she mentions loving him in turn and he just. stares. sort of, anyway. his eyes hold her gaze for a second or two before deflecting towards the nearest object, only to return to them and rinse and repeat. Aranea is fucking with him, there is no doubt about it. when she starts whispering to the server only for him to abscond with a level of urgency he's never seen before, that furthers his concern even more. ] You're planning on something, aren't you. And you won't tell me what that plan is until I see it firsthand. I should be worried, huh...
[ because yeeeep, that is certainly her boot applying enough pressure to his crotch to make him stiffen up in more ways than one. he gags on a bit of spit and hardly acknowledges the amount of food that has been placed before the both of them in an unreasonably short amount of time. Aranea should be proud that her touch already has him squirming about in his seat, one elbow digging firmly into the table while his other hand shakily unfolds the napkin holding his utensils. ]
Not sure if I have, uh, much of an appetite now, h-ho... ney...
[ before she gets an opportunity to use her boot for evil and not good, he'll start poking around at the food that looks the best. or at least, he thinks it looks the best. it's hard to focus when one eye is almost always looking at that devious glint in her own. ]
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you wouldn't know a mindblowing time if it sat on your face.
[ Aranea is more than happy to knock him down a peg. Or seven. She can't have him getting a big head, after all.
She doesn't respond to his answer to her question, instead opting to don her armor and take the first available dropship out to Galdin Quay. It doesn't take her overly long to arrive, though she maintains her radio silence even as she locates the Regalia, parked just outside of the resort. With a roll of her eyes, she saunters down the ramp towards the actual drop of the ship, lance in hand as she surveys the ground below.
With a long-suffering heave of a sigh, she jumps, living up to her dragoon title as she aims the head of her lance just shy of the Regalia's right-hand side. While she'd considered tearing a hole into the damn thing's roof, she didn't want to be saddled with exorbitant repair costs at the end of the day. It's with that in mind that she dives towards the ground, embedding the blade of her lance into the dirt as she uses its haft as leverage to descend upon it.
Aranea glares at Prompto through the slats of her helm when she straightens, folding her arms across her chest. She leans forward, the window muffling her voice when she speaks. ]
If you were dead I could harvest your organs and sell 'em, depending on how quickly I got to you. So no, you're totally of more use to me dead than alive, presently speaking.
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you can test that theory with me anytime.
[ even when he's uncomfortably stuffed inside a vehicle for an undetermined amount of time does he still find the time to flirt with her. it comes easy now that they've done the do. Prompto feels like he understands the extent of how far she'll go to ruin his life, and... well, it wasn't all that far, he thinks. she still scares the bejeezus out of the poor boy, mind you. just. less than before. yeah.
for example: jumping down from an unreasonable distance in the sky and landing right next to the Regalia will make him nearly piss himself. Prompto lets out a shrill scream as she makes her appearance known long after he's begged for her assistance in text message form. his foot nearly shatters the windshield from how far his body jerks upwards.
he's immediately covering himself up and fearing for the worse, not even bothering to look out the window to see who may have been causing such a ruckus in the first place. only when he hears Aranea's voice through the outside of the car does he slowly peak his eyes between his fingers, retracting his hand hesitantly in the process. ]
―Y-you came all the way out to save me? A... aw...
[ only Prompto will immediately transition from a character in a horror movie subject to dying to practically melting at the sight of his favorite and only dragoon in his life. his hand is quickly bringing itself to the glass, smearing it downwards as if he's been in prison and she has been his first contact in years. ]
Is it too soon to say I love you? Probably. But just know that I do.
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A little healthy fear never hurt anyone, and as far as Aranea is concerned, that much goes both ways. She isn't afraid of Prompto's ability to hurt her in the least, but she has to admit that she's a bit bothered by how quickly she'd jumped to his rescue. She's already in Galdin and he's already screaming in panty-wetting terror at her landing so the damage has been done, but the way she regards him through the Regalia's tinted windows is cold and almost calculating.
Arching a delicate brow at the way he's covering himself, Aranea very nearly turns around and walks away. This is beyond ridiculous, much in the same way her deeming him worthy of her assistance is beyond her. The complete turnaround in his behavior makes her scoff again, gripping the haft of her spear with a strength that could splinter wood. ]
Can it. I'll leave you in there if you keep spouting shit like that, [ She huffs, tilting the visor of her helm upwards in order to take a good look at what she's dealing with. Aranea has no way of getting into the car cleanly; even if she'd brought a toolkit, the Regalia's antitheft measurements are top of the line. She wouldn't have been surprised if it had been imbued with some of that Lucian magic, honestly, though she sincerely doubts it. Her eyes rove over the windows, assessing how much it'd cost to repair them if she just punched them in.
She stares long and hard at the glass in front of Prompto's hand, glaring hard enough to burn holes into his skin. Noctis and the rest were probably nearby, and it'd probably be best if she'd hunted them down and asked them-- politely, of course-- if they could let Prompto out of his prison. If she did that, though, it would likely result in a waste of the time she'd spent coming all the way down to the Quay... and, as everyone in the world knows, time is money. ]
Alright, this one's coming outta your wallet, [ Aranea resolves, yanking her lance up from its stand in the ground before circling around to the other side of the car. Leveling the blade of her lance with one of the rear windows, she calls a warning as she lowers her visor again. ] Sit still, but dibs on your liver and lungs if I get you. Shit goes for a pretty penny over in Lestallum.
[ With that, she launches her spear into the glass, completely prepared to trip the klaxon wail of the Regalia's alarm... but also completely caught off-guard when no such thing happens. Huh. Convenient. ]
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[ Aranea's appeared to save the gang from some pretty tight spots in the past, but it usually involved fearsome daemons, not mundane situations like being stuck in a damn car. Prompto didn't expect much when he begged for her to come, partially because of her personality and because she couldn't have had the time to deal with his bullshit. apparently she did, and once his heart's done threatening to burst from the confines of his chest, he starts to appreciate the way she (coldly) offers her assistance.
he has enough time to sit there in the car and just bask in her beauty, from that badass helmet of hers to the... lovely... shape of her chest plates down yonder. she is far too gorgeous to spend her time on a doofus like him, and he's to this day still reeling in regards to the both of them having had sex. sure, yes, he owes her an insane amount of gil that he is still making excuses to go onto hunts for, but he can't help but hope she thinks back on it with some form of fondness. maybe. maybe he will have a chance to ask when he's done getting his soul gazed into by her piercing eyes. ]
Heeeey, what? Just go get the others― [ Prompto had the same idea as she did, but Aranea wasn't having it. she's circling the vehicle like it's prey and he's just going to. curl up in his seat, pressing his back into the very same window he had been peering through. she prepares him to the best of her ability and he just whimpers, fearing that the Regalia will either shoot Thundaga at her or pierce his eardrums. neither things happen the tip of her lance makes contact with the glass, though he still reels back and slams his head against the glass behind him. ow.
he looks down at all of the shards on the floorboard and groans, knowing he will still be blamed for this regardless of why he was trapped in here in the first place. Prompto's lips are practically quivering by the time he's looking back to her, crawling to the back so that he can eventually get out. ] Worst. Night. Ever. Can you just... help me out please? Maybe I'll go swim and lose myself to the waves.
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It would be a lie to say that Aranea doesn't think of their "special" time together at all, but it would be a stretch to say that she thinks back on it with fondness. The thought of his face makes her insides twist with annoyance, even on nights when her body feels like it's alight with want for stimulation. Though she will likely never, ever admit it aloud, she's fucked herself to the memory of their time in the river on more than one occasion, coming hard and fast before being left with a chilly aftermath of irritation and vague shame. While the Commodore doesn't really do embarrassment, she finds herself internally groaning at her own behavior wherever Prompto is involved.
It's around the time that the head of her lance shatters the window that Aranea begins to rethink her decision, the glass shattering as neatly as it can into the rear of the Regalia's seats. Prompto's whimpering cause a fire to begin to burn in her belly, irritation clawing its way to the forefront of her consciousness as she glares at him through the property damage she's just committed. Aranea marvels at how easy it is to just bust through the luxury vehicle's windows, distracting herself from the way he scrambles into the back seat. When her eyes refocus on his face, it's with another icy glare and a scoff. ]
What, scared of a little glass? [ She taunts, clearing a few wayward shards from the window frame before leaning her lance against the side of the car, bending over in order to clear the upholstery of any sharp pieces. She's practically inside the car with him as she does so, opening a path so he can get through without grievous injury. ] Maybe you should, though. It'd save me the trouble of doing you in myself.
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... he can't focus on that for the time being. Aranea isn't particularly gentle about assisting the damsel in distress with really nice hair, and she's both rushing and bullying him into thinking he needed to eject himself from the vehicle as soon as possible. glass crunches underneath his weight as he crawls closer to her, their faces inching together in the process. only when he realizes his nose is virtually bumping up into the lancer does he clear his throat, laughing awkward. ]
Would... would really put those organs of mine to no use if I did it my way, huh. You would hate to miss my... organs.
[ one organ in particular, he would love to admit, but he doesn't have the balls to do so when he's within her personal bubble for the first time since they were last together. Prompto winces at the thought of the car being damaged, silently praising the stars that Hammerhead wasn't far off and that he had an excuse to see Cindy again. which, in itself, makes him wince as his focus should be on Aranea and Aranea only. but the boy is a whore and he can't help but think about women, okay!!!
―which is exactly why he's craning his neck to get a good look at her ass as her pants cling to it. the angle is just right to peek up under the flap that normally obscures it, but she'll likely notice he's ogling by how slow he is in getting out. ]
Th... thanks, by the way. For helping me out. Even if you, uh. Damaged the car when I could've probably kicked it in or something. Maybe.
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When he starts talking about his organs, Aranea stills, staring hard at his face. ]
You're really never gonna let that go, are you? [ She asks, voice flat and hard. Aranea opens her mouth to speak but stops herself, swallowing hard on the verbal barbs she's prepared for him. She can feel his breath against her lips and she tenses, the feeling awakening some ancient, sleeping monster within her abdomen that roars for her attention as it claws its way down between her thighs. Aranea wants to groan with frustration, wants to punch Prompto clear across the face, wants to kiss the breath straight out of his lungs-- and gods damn her, her eyelashes are fluttering as her eyes descend to his lips when he laughs.
Had Aranea known about his fixation with Cindy, the part of her that had dubbed him "mine" would likely be angry. The rest of her, by contrast, would likely praise whatever Astral happened to be listening at the time, glad to be free of his attentions in any capacity. She finds that she does just fine when it comes to not seeking him out, but when he does the seeking? She's destroying car windows and wanting to bruise his lips with her mouth. The entirety of their arrangement is terrible, and while she knows that she bears and equal amount of blame in it, she can't help but resent him for his... Promptoness.
Such Promptoness is on full display as he all but announces the fact that he's attempting to stare at her rear through the darkness of the Regalia, and Aranea can't help herself at this point. Her hand shoots out as he chokes out an apology, fingers curling around his neck as she shoves him back into the car, launching herself on top of him. There's nothing romantic or seductive about the maneuver (probably), but she brackets his waist with her thighs, pinning him with her weight as she suspends herself over him. ]
I should charge you for looking, [ She hisses through gritted teeth, the hand at his throat remaining in place. She doesn't apply any pressure behind the action, content to leave it as more of a warning than anything. ] I should also charge you interest for how long you're making me wait for the rest of my money, but y'know what? That one's probably my bad. Not like I've been up your ass to collect.
[ It's a paradigm shift to be certain, but Aranea finds that it sure as hell beats burning in silence. Having him underneath her has her feeling better already, but she isn't sure if that's a good thing or not. ]
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[ she doesn't need him to blatantly admit it to realize that he was as virginal as could be before she got her fingers around him. Prompto's not going to forget their moment together and he likely never will. he's going to be reminded of it just about anytime gil is in his hands until his damn debt to her is paid off regardless. even as he recalls their time with fondness, it doesn't take much to assume that Aranea has different feelings on the matter. ah, well. she still went out of her way to rescue him, so there's something there. he just knows it.
there's a part of him that realizes he shouldn't be so blatantly stupid in regards to staring at her ass like it wasn't something he hadn't seen naked and bare before. but then there's the other part ― the part that won ― that decides it holds a higher priority over getting out of the vehicle that has kept him as its prisoner for several hours now. he risks a fate far worse than being trapped overnight when she notices the holes he's burning through her posterior. there's no way he could have expected her to react the way she does. maybe give him a good boot to the ass to send his face grinding against the asphalt or make him eat some glass, but no.
his body is hauled back into the cushy interior of the Regalia and Prompto can't help but yelp out in the most expected way possible. he's lucky she has cleared most of the shards of glass so that it's a rather harmless drop, but the air in his lungs leaves him at her weight suddenly planting itself securely on his lower half. there's definitely nothing sexy or intimate about this, but dammit, if it wasn't hot to see Aranea towering over him once more. he is far too intimidated by the rough tussle to move his hands onto her legs or hips, so they just lie limp over his chest as he tries to force a smile through all of this mental trauma she has subjected him to. ]
I wasn't... wasn't looking. Dunno what you're talking about. [ oh, right. she can choke him at any moment if she decides to do so. Prompto's making nervous noises again, squirming underneath her grasp all the while. it's not too different than the last time they were in this position, except his cock isn't balls deep inside of her pussy. but of course she decides to bring up his unpaid fees to her now of all times, when he is further indebted to her and with no money readily available. she can feel his Adam's apple move as he forces spit down his throat, eyes darting around and unable to look at her own. ] N-no need to be up in my ass! I thought we were perfectly happy with me in yours? It felt like it at the time, that is.
[ for a beach at nighttime, it sure has gotten hot in here. Prompto is almost uncomfortably turned on by the way she's thrown herself onto him, but the fact that he knows it isn't for anything sexual makes him worry that he'll come out of this car in a worse state than he was in before. ]
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[ It's no lie that there is something there, and Aranea hates every ounce of it. That thing with Prompto was supposed to be a one-off type of deal, one she was in complete control of... But Aranea is quickly beginning to realize that it's become anything but that. This train is rapidly going off the rails, and try as she might to stay the course, some strange, dark impulse keeps her coming back for more. The Commodore can't blame it on loneliness, nor can she blame it on pure horniness; she could secure a dick to ride faster than the speed of light, so it certainly wasn't for want of general companionship.
When he yelps, she scoffs, bearing her weight down onto his belly as the hand at his throat remains put. She thinks he looks ugly like this, underneath her in the distant half-light of the resort filtering in through the windshield of the Regalia, his hands splayed uselessly upon the flat of his chest. At his half-smile, Aranea scowls, looking offended. ]
You're not really in any position to lie to me, [ She snarls, feeling the anxious noises he makes rumbling through his throat. This position is indeed familiar, and something in her abdomen warms and clenches at the realization, the memory still fresh in spite of being weeks old by now. When he speaks again, Aranea leans downwards to level with his face, her breath gusting hot against his lips as she practically spits acid at him. ]
You wish you'd been in my ass. You seem particularly fixated on that tonight, though, don't you? [ Her voice lowers dangerously, almost sing-songy in its mocking. Loath as she is to admit it, she's getting off on this like she had the first time, her free hand sliding behind her to smooth along the front of his pants. Aranea can practically feel herself teetering precariously on those proverbial rails again, but a louder, more commanding urge tells her that this is exactly what she wants to happen. ] Do you get off on flirting with death, blondie? Is that a thing for you?
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[ Prompto by no means is a good or even decent poker player and he knows this. but damn, even with that in mind, he wishes he could understand at least a sliver of what the hell is going on inside of Aranea's head. she looks at him like he's disgusting and not worthy of his time, and yet her fingers on his throat insist she is not here to choke the life out of him. she talks so much shit about... him in his entirety, yet she took the time to ready up and make her way to Galdin Quay to rescue him. she's a living paradox at this point, and all he can hope for is that he will get an answer as to how she truly feels sooner or later.
... it'll likely be later by the way she confuses him further. she's by no means heavy, yet the weight sinking down on his stomach makes him choke out a bit of a groan when paired with her hand clenched authoritatively around his neck. he realizes that the best course of action is to simply smile, nod and move on, all while hoping that her bloodlust will eventually sate itself and they can move on from this. ]
O-okay, okay! If you gotta hear it so badly, then yes! I was looking at your ass! Thought you maybe wouldn't have, uh. Minded too much.
[ and he was wrong. or at least, he thinks he is. her wording is very... particular... and it gets him wandering. those thoughts are immediately cut off as she grows dangerously close to his crotch. his eyes practically bulge out from the surprise sensation that washes over him, and he's again writhing about underneath her, inadvertently smearing his groin area all over her fingers in the process. ]
I get off on flirting with you―? [ his statement comes off more as a question, as if unsure on how to answer her in a way that will be pleasing. considering the way things are heading, Prompto decides that this is the moment where he doubles down and puts it all on the table. both hands leave his chest to run ― shakily, mind you ― up the length of her legs, fingers dancing along her bare hips before eventually resting on her ass. ] And see? I'm not just looking. I'm touching, too.
[ ohhhh, he doesn't know what he's signing himself up for. he can only hope that it interests her enough to keep him alive a while longer. ]
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He's cute, and while she'd have no trouble admitting that to anyone else, it seems wrong to boost Prompto's ego by telling him as such. Something about him makes it impossible for her to make this a "one-and-done" deal, and for all of her want, it makes her resent him. Prompto's willingness to endure her whims only serves to make her more agitated, and when he groans, something inside of her flutters. It isn't even a sexual groan, but her body reacts as if it is, her skin patching red with heat. ]
Was that so hard? [ Aranea intones, gratified by his confession. This... This is so fucked up. It's come this far, and she knows full well that she can turn back before it's too late, but-- his hips rise to meet her hand, deliberately or not, and she palms the front of his pants, fingers curling around him through the denim. Her gauntlets make the action a bit awkward, the sensation of him vague through layers of armor and fabric, but she squeezes the juncture between his thighs, getting off on having him pinned beneath her and at her mercy.
She's come this far. She's come this far and there's no denying the heat and want that she feels, and while she channels the two as best she can into pure, unadulterated rage, Aranea can't help the way her body seemingly primes itself to the feeling of him held fast beneath her hips. ]
At this point, there's really no difference, [ Aranea half-purrs as his hands find her ass. The look on his face translates to one of unease, but his hands feel warm against her skin. She shudders in spite of her best efforts, shifting astride him as the hand at his throat flattens against his collarbones, closing her eyes as her hips inadvertently jerk in response to the feeling of his hands on her ass.
She's almost like a beast placated by a fresh kill at this point, her mind feebly protesting as her body gives itself over to the way he feels against her. The hand at the front of his pants clumsily toys with the belt at his hips, managing to unhook it with great effort. When Aranea opens her eyes, she doesn't look at his face, instead focusing on the way her hand looks when it's splayed at the top of his chest. ]
I'm going to fuck you. [ It's more of a statement than anything, or maybe a warning. Her tone is measured and low. ] If you stay in this car, I'm going to fuck you. If you leave now, none of this ever happened, and once I get my money, we're finished. [ She shifts her weight to prove her point, lifting her hips off of him and planting one of her feet against the back of the Regalia's backseat, giving him a way out of the car. While she risks being humiliated by him leaving, she almost prays he does. As far as she's concerned, she's made enough of an ass of herself already. ]
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now that they're together again, it seems that some feelings can't be helped. he can pick apart the hesitation in her eyes as she debates on whether she wants to whip his cock out or just punch him square in that adorably lost face of his. her hand hasn't retracted from his pants, in fact clinging to his crotch and quickly reminding him that no amount of fatigue and lack of sleep will prevent him from pumping blood down yonder. he's inevitably growing hard from the attention, however light and indirect it may be through his pants and her armor, exacerbated by the sudden intensity of the situation. ]
Yes. Yes, Aranea, it was that hard. [ she won't have to think long to realize he's speaking in a literal sense, especially as his expression falters under the pressure she applies to his groin. as her grip on his throat lightens, be begins to grow a bit more comfortable, forgiving the fact that there was likely glass all around them. Aranea isn't rejecting his grip on her backside and in fact loosens her hold on his throat, leaving him to believe that it's okay to squeeze more assertively than tentatively.
that changes almost a second later when she blurts out the statement ― no, fact ― that he is about to get fucked right here, right now, smack dab in the middle of the Regalia in a semi-public place. if he hadn't been looking at her with shock before, he sure is now. Prompto maybe hoped such a thing would be possible, but never considered she would dive straight for it. she does. she gives him the choice to either lie here and take it, literally, or to leave. what was once that look of bewilderment changes into one that makes him squint, sitting up and propping his elbows onto the cushion below him as he leans in so their noses rubbed against one another once more. ]
I know you think I'm an airhead, but why in the hell would you ever think I'd wanna leave?
[ he's attracted to her. hell, his crush on her has been rather hard to hide long before they struck a business deal, and he isn't shy about his desire of wanting more. her movement made him retract his hands from her ass, but he resolves to proving himself, brushing his knuckles past her thigh and slipping underneath that flap of hers to press his fingers into her groin. his breath is hot on her lips, still quivering from adrenaline and a persistent, sliiiight fear of what she intends to do. Prompto curls his digits and fights the smooth leather fabric, all in hopes of seeing her make a face similar to that of his own. ]
I'm not... not going anywhere. Not unless you're looking to wine and dine me before you get to, heh, fucking...
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He reacts favorably to the way she squeezes his cock through his pants, and she rewards him by continuing to gently tighten her grip, stroking him with slow, measured movements. His hardness is a familiar one, and Aranea nearly sighs in contentment as he grows larger within the confines of his pants. She doesn't dare to look up at his face while she does this, knowing full well that any resolve she feels will quail in the wake of his stupid expression. She's already lost enough control of this situation as it stands.
Aranea stills when he says her name, her eyes chancing to glance at his face in spite of herself, just in time to catch the faltering of his expression. She feels equal parts gratified and unsurprised at the fact that he's just as effected by this as she is. ] Is, [ She corrects, doing her best to remain unaffected, only to have the illusion shatter when his grip on her rear tightens with familiarity. She sucks in a breath through her teeth in response, nigh imperceptible before she sets forth her ultimatum.
She hates the way his eyes widen in response to her statement, and she fixes him with a look of annoyance. Being direct is something she prides herself in for the most part, and Aranea honestly feels that the reason why she's in this mess with him to begin with is because she decided to take a different tack with Prompto for whatever reason. Her heart leaps into her throat despite her chilly demeanor when his nose nudges against hers, causing her breath to catch and her cheeks to dust red with want. ]
I-- [ Aranea begins, hating how fucking dumb she sounds. Swallowing hard, she squares her jaw. ] I'm not in the business of doing this if you're not all in. I wanted to give you an ou-- [ She's cut off by a sharp gasp as his fingers start to slip between her legs, her gaze flickering downward. The pressure, though slight, is enough to make her shudder, her neglected sex practically throbbing from the stimulation. Biting the inside of her cheek, Aranea makes a face at him before collecting herself and shifting her position, smoothing the hand she has at his chest downwards to join the one at the waist of his pants. ]
Should I ask your friends for permission, while I'm at it? [ She snarks, pulling away from him hesitantly. The heat of his breath is dangerous against her lips, and she's legitimately afraid that kissing him will make her lose her mind at this point in time. The Commodore slides her way down towards the broken window, framing his legs with her own as she properly sets to undo his pants. Aranea moves slowly, methodically; her palms warm gently against his cock through thin fabric as she finally allows her eyes to venture up to his face, gauging his reaction as she dips low, gripping the waistband of his underwear between her teeth before pulling it down in tandem with her hands on his pants. ]
But if dinner's what you want, I can totally stop and dump your off at the nearest Crow's Nest. Maybe I'll leave you some money for a kids' meal with enough change so you can play Justice Monsters.
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she gives him enough to work with. enough to make his pants grow tight as his cock undeniably goes to full-mast from the sexual tension that has suddenly exploded between the two of them. Prompto wonders for the briefest of moments on if she had planned on pursuing him for further sex once breaking him out, even tempted to ask aloud. he is pulled away from his curiosity and for good reason, as she pushes him back down onto the seat and forcing him to abandon his attempt at pleasuring her so soon.
his lips part with anticipation that they were to kiss again only to find himself filled with disappointment that she was able to successfully resist. he doesn't have much to complain about, however. as her form slides further down towards the other door and working to undo his pants. he's back to resting his trembling hands on his chest as he simply watches, having the slightest of clues on what she was about to do to him. ]
Let's... let's keep them out of this, please? They've already ignored me... and you didn't. Eventually. [ he tires to sound appreciative there and succeeds to an extent. Prompto is quick to forgive that she went radio silent several times as he fought temporary insanity. with his pants undone and her palm running along a clear outline of his cock through his boxer briefs, he's left shuddering from the attention. ] You might not know it, but you're actually kinda sweet on me every now and then― ooooh―
[ she's... biting his underwear and pulling it down with her teeth. if that isn't the hottest fucking thing he's even seen, he doesn't know what was. as she gets it tugged down underneath the base of his cock, she'll have to contend with how sharply it rises into the air as it throbs maddeningly. he lets out another moan-like noise that may only be possible by Prompto and Prompto only, nails scratching at his shirt as he leaves her to handle her business the way she wants to. this is the closest she's been to his dick, now that he thinks about it. talk about intimidating. ]
Please... please don't drop me off anywhere. Please? I wanna... wanna be with you. Even if it may be hazardous to my health. Just tell me what you're about to do...
[ he can't even take offense to her when she starts doing stuff like this. seriously. ]
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As much as Aranea wants to say that this is all premeditated, she knows it would be inaccurate. Of course she'd entertained the thought; he'd been the reigning king of her sparse sexual fantasies over the last few weeks, though she'd likely never tell him that. It's better that he doesn't ask, however, as she continues to satisfy her own whims, content to keep him pinned beneath her weight.
She notices the way his lips part, and a portion of her almost feels stupid for pulling away at the last second. It's clear that he wants this as badly as she does, but her need for control of the situation far outweighs the desire to kiss him. She gives a half-derisive snort as his hands fall limply to his chest like a fainting damsel in a fairytale, and when his cock springs free from his underwear, she pulls back as if to admire it in its full glory. The sight of it is a contradiction to the almost demure way his palms flatten against his chest, and were she in a better state to appreciate the irony of it, she'd have laughed. As it stands now, though, she's hungrily devouring the sight of him with her eyes alone, a predatory expression flickering across her features before she lifts her gaze back to his face. ]
Who's sweet on who, now? [ Aranea intones, bringing her right hand to the base of his cock and gently circling his shaft with her fingers. She strokes him slowly, sinuously; her thumb smooths along the familiar curve of his glans, tracing the slit with her finger pad before curving around along its ridge. He's already just as hard as she remembers in spite of her doing the bare minimum, throbbing against her palm as he chokes on gasping moans from the other side of the plush leather upholstery. The Commodore can't help the slow, scimitar of a smirk that curls up the corners of her mouth as she brings her free hand to smooth up below the fabric of his shirt, pushing it upwards to reveal his abdomen. ]
Aren't you sweet? [ She purrs, lowering her face to the soft flesh of his stomach. Aranea hovers over him, predatory, as her lips brush against his skin, teeth following with a sharp nip as if to keep him from getting too comfortable. The hand at his cock never once ceases its movements, moving with a practiced grace as she sears a burning trail of kisses over the curve of his left hip bone. ] I already said I was gonna fuck you. Anything else that happens is collateral... And thus not worth mentioning.
[ Aranea continues to move her mouth lower along his body, stopping just above the sparse dusting of hair at the base of his cock. She hesitates as she looks up at him, her eyes glinting deviously before she dips low, nuzzling her face against the root of his shaft before stilling her hand and holding him steady. Her tongue darts out past her lips in order to trace along the length of his cock, lazily rolling against his crown before she presses a kiss against his slit, suckling at any precum beading within it. ]
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maybe they'll get around to talking about their feelings together at some point. hahahahaha. just kidding. that'll never happen. ]
Uhhh, the lovely lady hungrily eating up my cock with her eyes? [ in regards to who's being sweet on who. ] A-and the one... oh god, the one currently teasing it with her f-fucking... fingers―
[ she has to enjoy how she makes him unravel. it's impossible to poker face his way through this, to pull a Gladio and make it seem like she's doing nothing special in an attempt to make her work harder. he's already as hard as a rock just from her hand on his throat and a few idle squeezes onto his crotch that he could have barely felt. when she starts toying with his tip and especially the slit, Prompto just wants to melt into the seat. she knows all too well how to handle herself in this regard, and this wasn't just some reach-around in the middle of a pond. he's mere inches from her faces and she can see every intimate detail on his cock, from the thin veins that hug his shaft to the deep red that flushes his cock's head from arousal.
not only that, but she has access to other parts of his body that she seems well intent on taking advantage of. his stomach's suddenly revealed and he feels more naked than he did when they were in a body of water. with her lips and teeth having their way with him, he's balling his shirt up with one hand and dragging it up further while the other instinctively holds onto the back of her head. there's not a shred of assertion from his touch, but he does run his fingers through her hair as he watches every little thing she does. ]
That's. That's... ominous. I like and absolutely dislike the... sound of that.
[ he's a whimpering mess of noises by the time she starts teasing the prospect of actually sucking him off. Prompto wants to both see and feel it so bad by the time she gets to bumping the bridge of her nose along his base and adjusting him so that she can flick her tongue along it. only then does his nails rake along her scalp, digging in deep while his ankles do the same with the seats that holds their weight. if he had thought that was bad, he's clearly not prepared for when she kisses those pouty lips of hers along his slit, hips arching forward to brush his cock's crown along her mouth from the way she tries to take his pre as her own.
and honestly, at this rate? it might as well be. he's supposed to be her property, after all. ]
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Talking about what they had almost seemed like a death sentence for it, and Aranea sure as hell isn't about to let this end quickly. It's almost like a grudge match between her body and his, exacting revenge on the way he makes her feel by subjecting him to sexual torture. She feels more and more gratified with every twitch and throb of his cock, and when he starts talking, it only serves to feel better. ]
Yeah? [ Aranea practically sings, breath gusting hot against the wetness her tongue leaves on his skin. ] Tell me what else I'm doing to you. Keep talking, or I might stop.
[ She purrs the words as both a command and a warning even as her eyes drift from his face and down to his cock again, studying it up-close. It's sexy as hell, its swollen crown dusted red, blending prettily with the velvety skin of his shaft. He's rock-hard in her fingers, twitching insistently with every teasing stroke and squeeze, and experience dictates how Aranea's wrist moves, though their last time together had taught her a fair bit of what he liked specifically. It's true that she loves seeing him come undone, hearing the stuttering breaths that he struggles to suck through his teeth as he speaks, punctuated by soft moans and whimpers that she'd have found annoying coming from any other man.
She hums pleasantly when his hand finds her hair, and while he makes no effort to move her where he obviously wants her, she silently complies anyway, his fingers mussing up her ponytail as they thread through her hair. If this bothers her, she makes no sign of it, chuckling at his words even as her lips encircle the crown of his cock. She doesn't pull away completely, content to let her mouth brush against the underside of his head when she responds. ]
Your dick seems to be pretty into it, [ Aranea mutters, chuckling again as his fingernails scrape her scalp, prompting her to swirl her tongue along the circumference of his glans, teasing her lips around it. Bracing a hand against the front of his thigh, Aranea dips low, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear as she takes the tip of his cock into her mouth proper, cheeks hollowing out with the motion of her sucking it. If he felt stiff in her hands, he feels even harder against her tongue, the smooth flesh doing nothing to hide the way he throbs against the slick heat of her mouth.
Aranea doesn't take him in completely, stopping at about the midway point before bobbing her head upwards, taking her sweet time. As far as she's concerned, he is her property. For now, at least. ]
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this is a victory. he's going to go ahead and cherish it as one. ]
You're... you're gonna make me nut in your goddamn mouth at this rate if you don't chill out―!!
[ his words are filthy, labored and desperate, just how she would probably like them. he's not actually going to cum, but the diligent work of her fingers stroking him and her tongue taking its painful time exploring every nerve ending on his tip made him beg to differ. she had seen how he likes to jerk himself off, sure... but what she's doing with those dangerously sexy lips is all her. all talent. immeasurable talent that he never would have expected before now.
she hasn't seen ruined hair yet. the back of her head is the only thing that's keeping him afloat right now, balling her long strands between each finger and tugging hard enough to likely knot them together. Aranea was far from gentle in the way she clung to his head when he was servicing her, so he's just repaying the favor. the grip only tightens by the time she tucks her hair behind her ear, such a simple act but enough to make him want to spontaneously combust. ]
Just my dick? Ohhh... baby. Baby. You could... haha, never be more wrong. My entire body is into this...
[ just like that, a portion of his length disappears between her lips. she pushes down on it with the intent of sucking his cum straight out from the source, peering through the dimly lit interior to see how seriously she is taking this. Prompto is surprised she took as much of him inside as she did, and when she bobs her head up, he's hardly keeping her forced. in fact, only one thing is on his mind. ]
So. Is it... is it good? My cum, I mean. I hope it's pretty good, 'cause you're about to taste a lot of it.
[ only he is going to be reaching for re-assurance about his cum after she's clearly gotten an idea of what to expect and continues to go regardless of her opinion. but. it's Prompto. what can she expect? ]
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No way in hell am I gonna let you blow this early on, [ Aranea purrs, gratified by the desperation in his voice. Her own tone is low and measured, even in spite of its huskiness as she continues to taunt him with every smooth lave of her tongue along the ridge of his head. ] Hold out a little longer for me. Promise I'll make it worth it.
[ The words are strangely comforting in their own way even as his fingers rake through her hair, earning him the lightest graze of teeth against his shaft in warning. Her eyes flicker up to his face with a glare, though her expression softens as she's placated by what he says next. Aranea can't for the life of her understand why his calling her "baby" does what it does to her, but she moans her appreciation around his cock, taking him into her mouth further.
She'd known he was big, of course, but the head of his cock hits the back of her throat quicker than she expected, causing her to pause. Aranea's long since mastered control of her gag reflex at this point, but she continues to take her time as she rolls her tongue along his shaft, her lips squeezing around him as she slowly bobs her head upwards again. She uses her mouth to fuck him, slow and steady, his words prompting her to look up at him again before returning straight to work. It isn't long before the base of his cock is slick with spit and precum, and Aranea withdraws eventually with a wet noise, one of her hands gently roving southward in order to pump at his cock a few times. ]
It's cum, [ She murmurs thickly, almost too focused to give him too much shit. ] But it's good enough to get me hopin' that you've got a big load just for me. [ Aranea flashes him a glimmer of a smile before leaning down between his legs again, the hand at his cock slowing as she replaces it with her mouth again. Her palm roves further south as her lips redouble their efforts, sucking him off with unrivaled enthusiasm as her slickened fingers gently venture downwards. Aranea slides her middle finger down between his cheeks as her lips and tongue stroke his cock, the wet pad of her finger gently circling against the tight rim of his entrance.
She doesn't look up at his face. She figures he'll protest if he isn't into it, and busies herself with taking him as far down as her throat will allow. ]
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she insists he holds off for her and he just nods his head obediently, gnashing at his bottom lip all the while. anytime she pulls her mouth away, she'll find it difficult to rein him back in without
the assistance of her hand. his cock's throbbing with reckless abandon, pulsating with intensity and with no shortage of arousal consistently dribbling from his slit. he eventually abandons his grip on her head to properly prop his body up with both arms underneath him as support. no way does he want to miss even the slightest thing she does.
every slurp of spit and slight noise she makes in response to blowing him is being burnt into his memory. anytime she peers up to look at him, he's left gasping like she's stolen the breath straight from his lungs. it's unfair that someone so gorgeous can look even more attractive with her lips auctioned around the base of his cock. ]
B-big... big load. Oh, yeah. Ohhh, yeah. I think I can manage that...!
[ he thinks it's a safe assumption that she is prepared to swallow every drop he gives her if she states something as hot as that. his hips are starting to finally stir with life, idly rolling up into her head as it begins its rhythm of craning back and forth again. the sheer heat of her mouth rivals that of the insides of her pussy, the smooth padding of her tongue running along juuuust the right parts of him.
as her fingers begin to grow more curious and roam more south, he safely figured she just wants to grope his balls. they're pretty nice looking balls, obviously, smooth and full to the touch. but nope. it's felt passing his taint and eventually between his cheeks and of course she can expect him to yelp out in utter surprise. his asscheeks immediately clamp down on her finger to make it tough to do more rubbing, but... Aranea would quickly find him relaxing at a surprisingly fast speed.
he's into it, alright. Prompto is somehow capable of not even saying anything as she feels him leaning to the side and ducking a hand underneath the car seat he's normally sitting at. when he brings it back, she will see something familiar. his camera. it's brought back up and adjusted before bringing it to his eyes to peer through the lens as she continues sucking him off. any continued rubbing of his asshole only makes him shudder with equal parts arousal and tension, and only when she begins to hear the soft hum of the camera zooming in does she hear him speak. ]
Didn't... think you were into that, heh. Not gonna ask you to stop. Do what you want down there.
[ what??? Prompto, are you okay??? it's almost like he's fingered himself before or something. huh. whatever, he's just going to continue chewing on the inside of his cheek as he begins to snap a few shots of her sucking him off. his hips may even start to willingly grind down onto the finger teasing and playing with his ass. who knows. ]
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She purrs her appreciation towards his compliance, eyelashes fluttering as his cock jerks within her grasp. While Aranea does her best to diligently lap up the pre beading from his head, it doesn't do her much good. She almost laments the way his hand drops from her hair, but she makes no effort to slow or stop. Her eyes meet his when he props himself up, and she chuckles, low and dark, as she takes him all the way to the base. Her throat constricts around the blunt head of his cock but she soldiers on, humming softly at the sound of his labored breathing. When he speaks, she makes a noise like a chuckle, muddled by the way his cock is stuffed between her lips.
It's not a particularly intelligent statement on his end, but she finds it cute, in a way. It's certainly a very Prompto thing to say, and that's done wonders for her thus far. She certainly has no intention of spitting, in any case, and every throb of his shaft only serves to keep her on her toes for the inevitable spurt of his seed down the back of her throat.
Aranea moans softly, appreciative as his hips jerk upwards. She wouldn't argue that his balls are quite nice, heavy and laden with cum, but they aren't her focus at the moment. She smirks when he yelps, no mean feat with her mouth full of his cock, but she continues to gently circle and press her fingertip against his ass hole. What does surprise her is the way he almost immediately falls right into it, and she arches a brow as he rummages around over the side of their current perch.
When his camera comes into view, Aranea exhales softly. She should've expected as much sooner, and she decides to reward his willingness to go along with her exploratory ventures by redoubling the efforts of her mouth working his cock, her head dipping and bobbing with more gusto when she knows that he has his camera focused on her. She runs the flat of her tongue along the underside of his shaft with each pass of her lips over his length, and she all but strikes a pose for him as he snaps away, the hand at his rear gently pushing her finger against the tight ring of muscle that she's been toying with this entire time.
Aranea pulls away momentarily with a slick pop as his cock falls from her lips, arching her back and lifting her hips into the air. She dips low in order to almost lazily slide her tongue against the curve of his balls, lightly kissing and very gently suckling at the delicate flesh of his sack before spitting a collected glob of spit and precum onto his taint, allowing it to slide downwards to where her finger is slowly beginning to part his entrance. She looks up into the lens of his camera and gives him a devil of a smile, the hand not playing with his ass encircling the root of his shaft and ensuring that his cock doesn't go neglected. ]
Make sure you get my ass in the shot, [ She purrs, amused by the way his hips bear down against her finger. Gently twisting her wrist, Aranea utilizes the lubrication she's provided for her efforts in order to work her finger further in past the narrow rim of his hole, going slow as she pushes past the tight entrance. She curls her finger as her mouth playfully toys with his balls, withdrawing the digit before pressing forward to her second knuckle, teasing and hot. ]
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no intimacy here. not right now. she's set to a task and Prompto isn't to stop her for anything. every little hum and vibration that courses its way through her throat sends tiny jolts of pleasure to his cock that serves as a nice cherry on top of an already spectacular blowjob. she has shown that, once again, she is talented in just about anything that she puts an ounce of effort into. he knew that when she took his dick inside of her as well as she did, and he knows it even more when she constantly deepthroats him like some sort of perverted pro.
but the focus is clearly somewhere else. he knows it and she knows it. ever since her finger's grown curious and began to explore the tight, puckered rim of his hole, he can't stop thinking about what she plans to do. the surprise prodding leaves so many things unanswered, and the idiot in him wants to ask her what she's even committing to such an act for. then he remembers the time he was able to take two fingers all the way to the knuckle, how his prostate was stroked and he practically came on the spot. the idea of her awarding him such a feeling... well, he can't help but sigh happily. if this makes him seem like a bit of a slut, so be it. he's taken worse names from Aranea at this point. ]
Your ass, huh? Seems like the focus is... heh, kinda on mine. But you got it, ma'am.
[ yeah, he remembers what she asked him to call her last time. his cock is left aching in the air for a little while as she juggles between sucking on his balls and building a rhythm of dragging her digit in and out of him. Prompto relaxes his body to the best of his ability, wanting to allow her easy access so that she can feel his insides rub and grind against her. with the mess of spit she leaves on his smooth sac and the noises that are made as she continues her study of his body and what he likes most, it's hard to even focus on his actual photos. eventually he does, looking up at her rounded ass hiked high in the air as if it's begging for attention.
it gets his attention alright. he takes probably one or two pictures of her face obscured by the sight of his cock towering in the air and his balls rubbing against her features, ensuring that the dip of her back and the shape of her backside is caught all the while. not long after would she find his ass naturally clinging to her efforts at fucking him with her fingers, as he begins to lean forward. Aranea would shortly understand why, as he rests his camera on the side to stuff both hands underneath her tight, tight pants and any underwear she may have on. her rear is squeezed by his fingers for the briefest of moments before he's tugging them down until they hug at the bottoms, making for an even better shot when he brings his camera back up.
she wouldn't find him leaning back just yet. instead, he brings a finger to his mouth and sucks on it, working his tongue over the length of it so that it's slathered with his spit. without even thinking of the repercussions, it's brought out with a lewd pop and dragged between the cleft of her cheeks. Prompto would be in disbelief if he took the time to realize he's deliberately stroking his fingertip along the rim of her asshole, smearing the saliva into her while making a few prods of his own. ]
You meant... meant like this, right? 'Cause it's a pretty good view. I'll be sure to send you the pictures later.
[ oh, he's just full of himself. the guy with fingers inside his ass. how ironic. ]
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It's been a fair while since she's had someone's cock in her throat, and while her practiced gag reflex initially offers some resistance, it quickly warms to the sensation of his crown pushing down past it. Aranea's expression remains focused as she works his cock with her lips and tongue, graceless and savage with her movements, her chin and lips spit-slick. The blowjob she gives him is messy and enthusiastic as the finger she holds against his ass delves deeper with its endeavors.
Aranea's grateful for the breather that she takes, her mouth moving against his balls as her finger continues its slow, hot drag in and out of his tight hole. She marvels at how easily he takes the rest of the digit inside of himself as she runs the flat of her tongue from his taint to the base of his cock, pulling back when he speaks to take in the pretty picture of her finger disappearing into the puckered entrance of his ass. ]
That's the spirit, [ She breathes, gratified by the title he uses to address her. Aranea rewards him by curling the finger inside of him upwards, his insides wrapping hot and tight around her as her mouth slants against the ridge of his cock, their shared fluids messily coating her lips and cheeks as she does so. She rubs her finger in and out of him slowly, wondering at the ease with which he took it in even as she coats her index finger with the slick, sticky mixture she'd spit down the cleft of his cheeks a few moments before. She's slow and methodical when she introduces a second finger into the mix, keeping an eye on his face for any signs of discomfort as she pushes onward. Moving her lips away from his dick, she speaks. ] You've done this before, I see. You're takin' it like a champ.
[ Aranea makes a soft noise when his hands finding her ass again, her hips lifting further upwards to buoy his efforts. His hole clings greedily to her fingers as she alternates thrusting them in and out of him, moving them scissorlike before pressing the both of them firmly past his entrance with a slow, measured pressure. With her own ass exposed, she hums, taking his cock into her mouth again from the newfound angle of his sitting up.
The warm sensation of his slick finger delving between her cheeks is a surprise, but Aranea makes no effort to shy away from it. It's a bit awkward, working like this, but she manages, the fingers she has inside of him curling upwards towards the front of his body, feeling for the round, firm bulb of tissue that she knows is there. It's almost like a battle of attrition at this point, though she's firmly in the lead: she's eager to get him off before he does anything of the sort to her, though the feeling of his finger toying with her certainly feels nice. ]
Whatever you think works, blondie, [ Aranea groans as she cranes her neck back, dipping low onto his cock again before locating her target with her fingers. She's done this enough times to know what generally feels good, though it's different for everyone; very slowly and gently, she makes the famed "come hither" motion with her fingers, their flats pressing against his prostate, gently stroking along the hardened knot as Prompto's insides twist and strain around her digits. ]
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he's able to withhold anything stupid that may want to expel from his mouth, and he's likely to thank that very same fingering as the reason for it. try as he might to be cool, it's still completely and utterly insane to find a foreign object inserting itself inside of him that wasn't by his command. Prompto's a curious, imaginative young man, so the sensation of his hole being stretched out is far from unfamiliar. that doesn't mean he isn't feeling it. he feels like he's about to go stir crazy from how much attention she's putting into the act, purposely taking her time to get every little reaction out of him. he just knows that Aranea is waiting to see how much he can take before he cracks.
as if he hasn't cracked enough in front of her. jeez. ]
Privi... privileged information, ma'am. Gonna have to... hahn, pay up if you want the deets...!
[ looks like he couldn't contain the snark. it's good that he got it out then, because he surely wouldn't have been able to as she forcefully pries him further apart with an additional finger. the pressure undoubtedly intensifies and the muscles in his thighs are seen visibly tensing up. try as he might to fight the urge, his knees eventually clamp up on both sides of her head, and he almost forgets that he was making an active effort of his own to explore her in a more indecent manner. she wins the battle before it's even begun, really, and he resounds himself to swatting his hand over one of her now revealed cheeks just once.
his middle finger drags down the thin trail of flesh, warm and hot where her pussy lies and then the subtle dip of where her rear entrance lied. that's all he manages to do before he lies back once more, relaxing his own ass to an extent and allowing her somewhat more room as she begins the hunt for that walnut-shaped button that lies deep in his confines. trying to hold up to his promise of taking pictures proves hard when she's successful in finding it, but he does indeed get the shots he wants. ones where his cock is between her lips, eyes peering up at him intently while her ass remains high in the air on purpose as if she's trying to entice him. when she starts stroking his prostate in earnest, she can no doubt feel and taste the copious amount of cum that leaks out prematurely. he hadn't come just yet, but... ]
R-right... right there! Fuck, why are you so... g-good at everything you doooo―
[ his eyes roll into the back of his head and he's suckling on his own bottom lip, practically bouncing his lower half down onto the pair of digits that curl and stroke his walls like she is petting him. any discomfort that may come from the stretching of tissue is hardly the focus when she makes his most sensitive parts her focus. if she had thought he was nothing but a whiny mess before... ]
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For all of her crassness, Aranea makes sure to be a little gentle when handling Prompto's rear; the last thing she wants is to completely turn him off from the stimulation, especially since she finds his reactions to be sexier than almost anything he's done to her. She appreciates his curiosity and willingness to go along with something that would have made her average lay balk, and while she's had experience with this type of thing before, it's been literal years since she's put her know-how to use. Aranea is a patient woman, willing to expose him to more and more until he's at full capacity regardless of how long it takes.
Testing his limits is quickly becoming her favorite pastime, and she can't help the smirk that slants her mouth when he speaks. ]
Mmmn, big words coming from someone getting fingerfucked, [ Aranea hums, scissoring her fingers almost idly, chuckling as his legs close about her head. She gently circles her fingers into a point within his tight entrance, hardly noticing that he's neglecting his efforts in touching her. Aranea gives a soft, appreciative hiss as his palm stings against her ass, arching her rear up as if to ask for more... though she quickly busies herself with getting his cock into her mouth again. Her lips are likely swollen and red from her efforts, but as far as she's concerned, it's all worth it.
The drag of his finger against the cleft of her pussy will likely reveal just how wet she is, but Aranea hardly minds as he lies back to enjoy the things she's doing to him. Her tongue swirls around his cock with a newfound fervor as she caresses the hardened mound of tissue with both of her fingers, his insides clinging and grinding tightly around her fingers as his pre coats the back of her throat. The Commodore doesn't let up in her endeavors, eager to massage the head of his cock with the back of her throat as she continues to stroke and rub at his prostate, his whining only serving to spur her on.
Aranea breaks away from his cock in order to breathe, though her fingers never once cease their onslaught. ] You gonna cum for me? [ She purrs, emphasizing her words with a wet, sloppy stroke of her tongue against the length of his dick. She's taken to thrusting her fingers in and out of him again, quick and steady, making sure to kiss and stroke the sensitive bundle of nerves deep within him with the pads of her fingers with every pass. It isn't long before she circles her lips around his cock again, making it clear that she doesn't intend on spilling a single drop of his cum onto the luxury interior of the poor, misused Regalia. ]
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whatever she was looking for, hopefully she found it. she found his prostate and that's about all he can think of right now. Prompto would otherwise be just as curious as to why she's so experienced in hooking her fingers along a particular part alongside his walls and petting it as if aware of what would become of him. questions will follow when he doesn't want to cum so fucking badly that he's left clawing at the leather that holds both of them. ]
T-then shut up and keep fingerfucking me! Jeez... ―Please, I mean. [ in retrospect, he will probably regret sounding so damn submissive and willing. right now, he just hopes it only makes her put forth even more of an effort into jabbing her pair of digits deeper inside. she's doing a good job stretching out the ring of muscle with the way she forms a 'v' with them, and he is terrifyingly tempted to ask for a third one. fortunately or unfortunately for him, however, his orgasm is soon approaching and he can't bother to ask.
she asks her question in just the right moment, as if the image of her tongue leaving her mouth to pet the length of his cock puts him over. Prompto's so used to a clenched grip on his cock in the form of a fist being the reason he gets off, which is a far cry from the efforts she's provided. as hard as he tries to give her a proper answer, all he can do is energetically bob his head into the air as he thrusts up into her mouth with reckless abandon. he replaces the clenched grip of his hand with her throat, fucking it for those few precious moments before he blows his load. Aranea won't have trouble realizing he's just came by the way he screams aloud inside the Regalia. if that isn't enough, the sheer heat of his seed splashing down her gullet should do it.
any thrusting he gives into could also be mistaken for him simply trying to grind his backside further down into her hand in an effort to bury her fingers into the absolute back of his ass. it's hard to tell. either way, she should have no trouble in determining that her efforts have culminated into an unreasonably large cum shot that will leave her swallowing load after load after load. he's somehow able to take another picture of her just as he's filling her mouth, albeit a rough one considering how it's currently impossible for him to have enough control of his muscles to bring the camera up to his face.
only after he feels like he's emptied those very same balls she's been sucking on inside of her does his body cease its restlessness. Prompto comes crashing down, hitting the back of his head against the car door behind him and hissing out as his legs slumped down at her sides. ]
Can't believe that was a... a thing that just happened...
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The sound of his nails raking across the leather prompts her to look up at him even as he bucks wildly against her mouth, hitting the back of her throat. The hand without fingers that are currently knuckle-deep in his ass flattens itself across his lower belly, soothing but firm, in order to keep him relatively in place. Prompto twitches and jerks in her mouth with every forward push of her fingers, and though Aranea's long since established a rhythm, she decides to switch it up. Her fingers begin to move faster, more insistently; in all honesty, if he'd had the wherewithal to make his request, she'd likely have obliged.
The Commodore grunts at his words, the needy submissiveness of his tone prompting her to push both of her fingers into him to their utmost, her eyes flickering downwards to take in the sight of them disappearing into his tight, much-abused hole. The way his skin stretches to accommodate them is fascinating in its own right, and the hot, thick drag of her digits is emphasized by the way she curls them upwards, stroking her new favorite button almost lovingly. Aranea catches sight of the way that his head bobs upwards and braces herself before meeting the thrusts of his hips with the craning of her neck, fucking him right back as her fingers start to move in tight, little circles against his prostate.
The scream that rips from his throat is likely to be heard by any tourists who happen to be on the pier, and Aranea gives a soft, encouraging moan as rope after rope of white, sticky down spills onto the back of her tongue, coating the back of her throat even as she swallows to accommodate it. She pulls back from his cock as he takes the picture, her lips connected to its crown by a tenuous, splintering string of saliva and semen. Aranea moves to cover his cock with her lips again afterwards, effectively cleaning up any lingering spurts of cum that may dribble from his slit.
Her fingers cease their movements only when he lowers himself to a supine position, and she withdraws them with a wet shlup. Her knees ache from maintaining her position above him for so long, and she sits back, unfurling her legs from underneath her in order to stretch them out in the spaces not occupied by Prompto's. ]
Really? That's the part that you don't believe? Not the fact that you haven't even paid me yet? [ She reaches down and swipes a stray string of cum that dribbles down from his cock head with her thumb, bringing it to her lips and licking it clean. ] You're welcome, by the way.
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the scream that left his mouth during his orgasm is hardly the first thing that could have been heard coming from the car. with the glass broken into oh -so-elegantly by Aranea, anyone fortunate enough to walk by would have heard any manner of moans, whines and other lewd noises as she practically fucked him. at some point, Prompto will laugh at the hilarity of them always having semi-public sex. maybe they should get a room―
―ah. she will witness a sudden spurt of energy as he works to frantically pull up both underwear and pants. it's undeniably uncomfortable considering how sticky and wet his crotch is, let alone the idle pangs of arousal that still course through his semi-erect cock. he's ignoring all of that in favor of doubling forward, running his hands along her hair to try and straighten it and wiping away globs of spit and cum. ]
Yes! You clearly don't know me well yet, as I'm nothing but a lowly-waged boy who needs some time to earn 75,000 gil. Now shhhh, sh sh sh...
[ his index finger is pressed firmly against her pouty, swollen lips to hush, but it's awfully tempting to just have her suck on it instead. she's good at sucking, he has learned! Prompto shakes his head to snap out of it and she will find him practically leaping out of the back of the car at an unnaturally fast speed, ushering for her to follow. she will likely notice he is leaving her in there a dripping mess. that's absolutely cruel in retrospect, but he wholly intends on making up for it. ]
C'moooon. Let's make a night of it since you're here already and all. I said you needed to wine and dine me, 'member?
[ the fact he is even able to bounce around on his feet after how deep she fingered him only adds to the myth that he never truly fatigues. if he's got a reason to jump into action, he's gonna do it. ]
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Aranea had never pegged herself for an exhibitionist, but every encounter with Prompto is making her rethink her stance on the matter. The thought of someone seeing her utterly dominate him strikes a very erotic chord inside of her, one she'd had no idea existed until now. The mere thought only serves to make heat coil and spike inside of her gut, and just as she opens her mouth to negotiate her end of the deal, he starts pulling on his pants.
Aranea shuts her jaw, tilting her head even as he tries to make her look semi-presentable for gods know whatever reason. ]
What the hell are you talking about? [ She asks, quirking a brow. If he had made any moves to dig out, Aranea's hands would have found her lance in a second, likely to shove its head where her fingers had been not moments before. Instead, she allows Prompto to do whatever it is he's doing (because that's worked out so well for her thus far), sitting still even as he swipes at her spit-slick mouth. ]
The fuck are yo-- [ Aranea is effectively silenced by the finger he has at her mouth, and she can't lie: her first instinct is to circle her lips around it, though she doesn't heed it by some miracle of the Six. As the boy clambers over her to leap out of the car, Aranea pokes her head out of the semi-ruined vehicle, eyeing him with a look that borders on murderous. ]
Are you fucking with me right now? [ She is, indeed, a dripping, molten mess beneath the tight fabric of her pants, and she collects her gauntlets and helm before extricating herself from the Regalia's back seat. Her face is flushed as she staggers after him, her expression caught somewhere between anger and extreme sexual frustration... though, really, when it comes to Aranea, there's really no difference between the two, as the latter usually begets the former. ]
Are you seriously suggesting that I take you out to dinner? After that? [ Her hand twitches, eager to reach for the spear strapped to her back. Her mind already whirs with revenge scenarios even has they reach the pier leading to the resort, her anger practically radiating off of her in waves. Her boots clunk heavily upon the boards as she follows after him, and for all of her angry gesturing and ranting, she keeps pace remarkably well.
Before she knows it, they're seated in a secluded, romantic portion of the dining area, the only lighting provided by the candle at the center at their table. She glowers at Prompto from over the glass of wine that their server had so graciously provided her with, taking a long swig before pouring herself another glass. She fills the damn thing to the brim before repeating the action, never once tearing her eyes away from him as she glares hard enough to bore holes into his skull. ]
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Mmmm, yup. You kinda broke a lot of glass in the Regalia. Guess who the guys will blame for that? Me. Guess who will have to pay that back too? Me. You just don't want to find out you like spending time with me when it doesn't involve my cock.
[ touché, young man. touché.
Prompto fears for his life on the long trek to the resort, and he equally fears he will inconveniently run into the rest of the gang and have to explain everything that has occurred lest they kill him instead. he only begins to rest easy when they're sitting down in a private corner of the restaurant and alcohol is presented as a peace offering of sorts. considering the look she is still given him, he imagines it will take some time. ]
I... I mentioned I loved you, right? Loooove... you...
[ she's chugging down that wine of hers like it's water and he hesitantly sips at a glass of his own all the while. his foot extends from underneath the table in an attempt to affectionately stroke her leg, yet there's nothing but an uncomfortable clang as he hits the armored part covering her knee instead. ]
O-ow...
[ maybe he's regretting this finally. it sounded like a good idea at the time, okay!! ]
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Aranea isn't sure what's stupider: the fact that he's doing this or the fact that she's actually going along with it. ]
Don't put this on me! If I hadn't shown up, you'd have found your own way out. I just expedited the process. [ Aranea scoffs at what he says next, indignant. ] As if I'd ever want to be around you when your cock isn't involved!
[ She says that last bit a little too loudly, much to the scandal of the small scattering of tourists seated near the front of the resort. It isn't long until they're seated in the relative darkness of their table, however, keeping them safe from prying eyes. The longer she glowers at him, the more frenzied her mind becomes in desperation for a plan to exact her revenge. Aranea seems content to glare a hole in the place of every single one of his stupid freckles before she's seized by a devil of a thought, her angered expression slowly melting into one of devious smugness.
Aranea is on her third (and a half) glass of wine before she responds to his second confession of the night, delicately lifting one of her legs and nestling her foot between the crux of his thighs. Anyone looking will likely get an eyeful of what has to be some sort of terrifying sexy poolboy/sugar mama exchange, but the Commodore couldn't give less of a flying fuck. ]
Yeah? I think I might love you, too. [ She purrs, a slow scimitar of a smirk crossing her lips. When their server returns, she grabs him by the tie, yanking him down and murmuring something into his ear. He snaps to attention almost immediately, rushing off to the gods know where without so much as taking their order.
Aranea swigs the rest of her glass down, pouring the remainder of the bottle into it and lamenting when it doesn't quite reach the rim of the cup. ]
I ordered for you. Eat fast. We've got somewhere to be.
[ The bottom of her boot gently rubs against the front of his pants as she takes another sip, almost nonchalant in the way she glances around. Her face colors a lovely shade in the half-darkness, her teeth catching the glint of the candlelight as she grins the grin of an apex predator who has their quarry beneath their heel.
It doesn't take long for their server to return, with what looks like the entirety of the Quay's kitchen with him. Aranea smiles toothily at Prompto as her glass is refilled, platters and platters of gourmet dishes being set out on the table between the two of them. Her foot never once leaves its perch. ]
You can't say I never did anything good for you, sweetheart.
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[ Prompto is left grumbling a few choice words as he traces his finger around the rim of his glass of wine. the similarity to any motions her own fingers had performed on him not too long ago is lost and he's immediately retracting his hand regardless in thanks to her boisterous statement involving his cock. his head ducks low to avoid making eye contact with anyone who happened to overhear. god, thanks for making it into a Thing, Aranea.
the tsundere look is cute on you at least.
as she continues powering through her alcohol, he begins to worry. how is the dragoon when she gets drunk? does she get drunk? will she feel more inclined to beat the holy hell out of him or will she mount him right here at this very table in a spontaneous act of lust? the possibilities are endless, and as she continues to treat the wine as if it's water, he can only imagine he will have his answer soon. Prompto believes he starts to get one when one of those long legs rests dangerous close to the space between his legs. whatever her intention may be, it's clear that he is quick to assume. the lass never did get to enjoy an orgasm of her own... ]
W-what? I'm sorry, can you... would you be so kind as to repeat that? [ she mentions loving him in turn and he just. stares. sort of, anyway. his eyes hold her gaze for a second or two before deflecting towards the nearest object, only to return to them and rinse and repeat. Aranea is fucking with him, there is no doubt about it. when she starts whispering to the server only for him to abscond with a level of urgency he's never seen before, that furthers his concern even more. ] You're planning on something, aren't you. And you won't tell me what that plan is until I see it firsthand. I should be worried, huh...
[ because yeeeep, that is certainly her boot applying enough pressure to his crotch to make him stiffen up in more ways than one. he gags on a bit of spit and hardly acknowledges the amount of food that has been placed before the both of them in an unreasonably short amount of time. Aranea should be proud that her touch already has him squirming about in his seat, one elbow digging firmly into the table while his other hand shakily unfolds the napkin holding his utensils. ]
Not sure if I have, uh, much of an appetite now, h-ho... ney...
[ before she gets an opportunity to use her boot for evil and not good, he'll start poking around at the food that looks the best. or at least, he thinks it looks the best. it's hard to focus when one eye is almost always looking at that devious glint in her own. ]