thedispatch | Forgiven

[ Everything about it is just so right. Each affliction sparks through her body like electricity, pleasure pulsating through her more strongly like an aftershock. Already her hands are developing scrapes from the friction of her body fighting the force against the roughly textured stone - and there's a hiss, as her cheek scuffs, too - but the hunger, the ruthlessness, quickly overpowers any sense of self preservation that she has. She's drowning in pleasure, and she doesn't care to breathe.

Ah, but perhaps that is not the best analogy to make, as her lungs are clearly uninhibited, her near screams echoing through the empty air of the rooftops and carrying into the bustle of the city. ]

[ If the nearby mortals haven't noticed the screams, the sudden light that brightens the plaza must certainly have drawn some attention. William's wings have erupted from his back, once more. They flutter around them, somehow warming the air. William leans forward, his hands resting beside hers on the wall. Grell should thank heaven she's a super natural being, as well, as William's strength seems to have risen as his angelic form emerges more brightly. With each thrust, the bricks seem to shake, and a slowly growing indentation forms around where Grell leans. ]

To think someone as morally broken as you would earn such attention from an angel.

[ Fingers hooking into the grooves of the wall with fruitless desperation, Grell near sobs beneath his force. ]

Nn, a-- and you have-- ah!! You've sullied yourself, ha--vn't you!

You best make it worth my while.

[ Bringing her to tears is somehow stimulating him more. If she has any sense left in her, she may feel him waver behind all that power! ]

[ Oh, she's certainly been numbed to the outside world, but she's entirely focused to the bliss he's bestowing upon her. Everything his body has to offer her. It's all become so overwhelming that she's desperate to cum, but the pain keeps her cock's arousal at bay - and so, she will see that he meets his needs first.

Wiping a clouded eye against her wrist, she can feel her makeup smear, but if it's crying that he likes, she shall oblige. ]

I dis--tinctly sense that you-- [ Ah, her shoulders quake with an agonizing cry. ] You'll punish me either way... Please.

[ Watching every movement her body makes, both purposeful and entirely involuntary, has him heaving a heavy groan. If he'd ever doubted her lust for pain, it was surly being proven now. Taking a moment to swallow and focus, he takes a fist full of her hair and pulls her back against his chest, holding her there and slowing his thrusts just enough to regain his own slowly slipping composure. ]

Beg me for forgiveness, instead.

[ The sharp pain at her scalp leaves the redhead whimpering sharply, hand blindly grasping for his wrist - and, suddenly, he's holding her, his hips more forgiving. Its reduced her to quivers, her head tilting back helplessly to rest against his shoulder. ]

I'm s-sorry-- I'm.. [ Gasping, she grinds her hips back onto him, feeling the passion cat thing up to her in full. ] Please.. please! Forgive me, my love.. !

[ Despite his attempts to focus, the more intimate position, the added body contact, it's all betraying him. Perhaps he really is more warm and affectionate than cold and uncaring, after all. As she pleads with him, he rewards her, spilling himself inside her with a shaking breath.

As he rides the intense orgasm to completion, the giant heavenly wings seem to envelope them. ]

[ Enveloped in tenderness and warmth, she's coaxed to climax, in turn - and her lips part with a voiceless cry as her body tenses about him. Grell is desperate as she grabs onto him for grounding, fingers pressing into his skin, her hold sticky with blood welling from her scrapes. Seeing the red smearing his pale, radiant, perfect skin is just as satisfying.

Once it's passed, her body softly tremors, the stimulation leaving her thoroughly spent. Mindlessly, she finds herself nuzzling into the softness of his wings to dry her cheeks. ]

[ William rests his forehead atop her shoulder, his breathing slowly steadying. Once Grell's body has relaxed, as well, is when he finally pulls free of her. He could retract his wings now, as well, but the attention she's giving them feels exceptionally soothing after such an intense experience. ]

Let's return to bed.

[ With a numb sort of nod, she closes her eyes, using what focus she has to teleport them back home. They're standing beside the bed, this time, as she wouldn't wish to topple onto his wings in any way.

Weakly, she leans a knee against the bed, so that she might pull up her trousers - and then, allows herself to topple against it with a groan not unlike the one she'd given moments before, when he pulled himself free of her. ]

That was... [ Her vaguely hoarse and thoroughly exhausted sigh should say it all, really! ]

[ Done with their job for the evening, William's wings retract before vanishing completely. As his body went through far less than hers had, he takes it upon himself to collect their sleep ware, letting her rest. It's the bare minimum - new panties and a camisole for her, briefs and his usual sleep bottoms for himself, the later of which is quickly decided against. With a gentleness that greatly contrasts every other moment of the evening, he removes her clothes, cleaning her up before redressing her. It's all done with the utmost care, down to wiping the blood from her already healing hands. ]

[ Watching him all the while, Grell's eyes hold the utmost fondness. Tired though she may be, she's utterly content. Not only had he pleasured her as no one else could, the release far bypassed the typical orgasm for her. She feels more at ease.

The softness of his touch as he cleans her hands particularly leaves the reaper breathing a quiet, content sigh. Trailing the back of her knuckles along his cheek, she smiles. ]

I love you.

It took you some time to return the sentiment.

[ A bit of a hypocritical thing to say, but there's no real irritation behind it, just mild teasing. Setting the dirtied cloth on the nightstand, he shifts her well enough to climb under the covers with him. The bedding has never felt more plush, he thinks as he turns to his side to face her. ]

[ Grell certainly thinks as much, determining by her wry little grin. Shaking her head, she determinedly shifts about to get as close as she can, tucking herself beneath his chin. No amount of exhaustion would ever prevent her from clinging to him, apparently. ]

Some things don't need to be said. [ She quips, very matter-of-fact. ] Doesn't mean that I won't remind you more than is necessary-- but! Even so!

Then you won't complain if I keep the rest of my declarations of love to myself.

[ Better said with actions, it seems. He wraps his arms about her shoulders, holding her in the little cocoon his body makes around her. With a yawn he rests his chin atop her head. ]

False! [ She declares, partly muffled against him - and she sounds positively delighted by it. ] I prefer that you spoil me♥.

Honestly, I'd be concerned if you felt otherwise.

[ Though he's sure Grell is thoroughly exhausted, he's much content to just lay here and talk. If she does drift off, he'll lay with her until he's certain he won't wake her by moving. ]

Mn, you know me too well.

[ Her speech drawls into a yawn there, at the end. Despite how much she tried to resist it, the reaper caught his yawn! It certainly doesn't help that she's enveloped in his warmth, though. ]

It makes me feel a bit guilty, I confess, because you've been surprising me every day...

[ She certainly sounds tired, but she seems to be stubbornly hanging on! ]

It is nice to know that I'm doing things right, for a change.

[ Would she really turn down any attention he gave her, though? ]

You can sleep if you wish.

[ Absolutely not. ]

Mm-hm~♡. But I'm fine, really. I like this.

[ Doesn't mean she won't nuzzle against his collar groggily. ]

Perhaps I went easy on you, then.

[ He idly runs his fingers along her spine, thinking through the day. ]

[ Ah, now, that touch gets her speech to slow down to a sleepy slur. ]

By all means, my darling, do your worst...

[ After a moment's thought, he poses a question. ]

Which do you prefer?

[ Referring to their sex, something he assumes she'll surmise. ]

[ William will feel her lashes flutter against his neck as she gives a hard blink. ]

Which of what? [ But almost as soon as that's out-- ] Oh.

[ Breathing in deeply, a deeply contemplative hum carries on her exhale. ]

I don't know that I could choose, as one could not exclusively survive on neither food nor drink...

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