[ 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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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. ]