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[ It's that damn Bartholos' fault. Ever since things became good, since they reclaimed their journeys and their home out from under the thumb of Nanook, things have been good. But Cipher has been so, so, so utterly bored. Sure, she didn't like the threat of death and being on a planet that is no longer being swallowed up by the Black Tide is kind of great but she's... out of things to do!

She's truly, completely, out of things to do! No vaults to plunder, no treasures to loot, she's been everywhere she can be and seen everything she can see and then Bartholos, the damn creature, just had the idea of boss, if you're that bored, why not... leave? To which she, of course, asked what the hell he meant by leave and he pointed out the Trailblazer left. The Astral Express comes and goes whenever it wants. It would be easy for her to ask the Trailblazer to get her connected with a... spaceship, is the word, and go travel the galaxy instead.

Which kind of blew her mind, admittedly. She hadn't even thought of that.

So, she's been toying with the idea for a while now, batting it around in her hands like a kitten with a yarn ball, and Bartholos once again started nagging her about it. This time, he suggested asking someone to accompany her instead of going solo. Which is, well, she can do that. Sure. And there is... also admittedly... only the one person she'd ask for that...

But no, surely not.

Still, she finds herself in Okhema, finds herself lingering on the rooftops of Marmoreal Market until she spots the golden hair she was looking for. A few fleet footed footsteps across the rooftop tiles and she drops down, falling into place beside Aglaea as she browses a fruit stall. ]

Ah, seamstress! Funny running into you here!

[ Not like she was stalking her at aaaaaall, no! ]

[ Even for someone like her?

Aglaea almost felt like things were nearly too calm now that all the imminent threats of the Black Tide had been erased and they no longer were under Nanook's thumb. It didn't mean everything was absolutely perfect, but it left this odd feeling nagging at her that she couldn't put a finger on.

It admittedly had been Tribbie who had caught on faster than anyone else, giving her some unexpected advice with nary but a look at her.

'If you're restless, why don't you go take a walk around the market, Agy?'

Initially Aglaea had wished to protest but then considered that perhaps someone as perceptive as her teacher would know her best. She did not believe she was anything close to restless but if someone else could look and see it so easily? Perhaps it was best to heed that advice since it was calm and since things had been resolved, she hadn't seen or heard about anything regarding Caenis or the Cleaners.

Something had been pulling at her deep within her very being but she still had no idea what that could be.

Yet it did not slow Aglaea's steps any.

Her heels clicked against the ground, fingers brushing loosely against some of the threads that were imperceptible to others as she walked. It was pleasant to hear the chatter of the Okhemans as they went about their business, their spirits high while children laughed as they played and ran around with the sun shining down on them sweetly.

It was during her time perusing a fruit stall that the golden threads made her aware of a familiar presence. Something that made a soft laugh bubble up from deep within her throat, a smile curling her lips just as Cipher landed almost soundlessly next to her. ]

Hello, Cifera. To what do I owe the pleasure of this lovely visit today?

[ It wasn't necessarily common for Cipher to show up here and Aglaea had her suspicions why but felt this was not the time for unnecessary interrogations when she was just pleased to see the other here in Okhema. ]

[ It wasn't common at all, especially with more and more cities popping up outside of Okhema now that the lands were free again. She spends most of her time in the city of Dolos, though so far it's less a city and more of a small town but there are people there who want to keep the spirit of Dolos alive and so, they're trying to revive the place. Cipher's been... helping, in her own way.

But it hasn't lessened the boredom.

And so, that is why she is here, to see about... asking... Aglaea to travel the stars with her. Which sounds so stupid when she puts it like that but that's what she's trying to do, isn't it? Maybe she shouldn't do this... she's starting to regret it. ]

I was just passing through. On my way to something much more interesting than anything Okhema has to offer, but.

[ Uh. ]

I wanted to... talk to you! Briefly.

[ While her expression didn't initially shift much?

Hearing that little something in Cipher's voice sure got her attention, pale eyes loosely fixed on the other chrysos heir. Sure it would be too easy to figure her out but it'd been some time since she had seen Cipher so naturally she wanted to prolong her time around her.

They had so much to talk about but it was clear both of them held reluctance to even broach any of those subjects. ]

I see. In that case, why don't we walk and continue our conversation?

[ Mostly so they don't take up too much time in front of this vendor's stall but she was possibly erring on that what Cipher wished to speak with her about might not be for prying ears.

All the same, she was still pleased because in the past it felt borderline torturous to try and get the other woman to visit Okhema in any real capacity since she tended to avoid it in the past for a reason she was sure that Cipher didn't know she had discovered thanks to the Trailblazer and Nameless.

Aglaea had even turned slightly, more towards Cipher but letting her pick the direction for the two of them to head in while they continued talking. ]

[ A walk and talk, huh? That's something Cipher can do. It reminds her, briefly, of life past when she lived in Okhema and spent so much time by Aglaea's side. You couldn't pry her away with even the most tantalizing of catnip, because for Cipher, her catnip was always going to be Aglaea. But then she ran away and now...

Now things are different and for a moment, Cipher wonders if she's made a mistake by coming here, by letting herself linger in Aglaea's orbit. She wants to run, immediately, to run until she's safe again, far away from the golden threads and Aglaea's all seeing gaze.

... But no, she's the one here to make an offer, isn't she? She breathes out slowly and starts to walk, letting them meander for a bit in silence before she broaches the topic. ]

How are... how has Okhema been? Since everything. Surely they don't need you as desperately as they used to.

[ Wait, that's insulting. ]

[ A passing thought occurs to her as she walked alongside Cipher, enjoying her presence and pleased to have her here. For as long as that would be this time around, but that earlier exhale did make her truly believe that there was definitively more to this than the simple claim of 'passing through'.

Something was on Cipher's mind and part of it was confirmed as soon as she heard those words.

Anyone else might have taken them as an insult, but that was to those who didn't understand how Cipher went about things. There were layers to all of this, not to mention the truths that laid themselves bare at the same time and perhaps just why she found a small, bemused smile curling her lips. Pale green eyes loosely fixed on Cipher's face and no real insult or anger showing on her face whatsoever. ]

It's been quite peaceful. The people do not need the same protection as they once required during the threat of the Black Tide.

[ A soft sigh and she briefly closed her eyes, though her calm steps did not still in the slightest. ]

I must admit to feeling a little restless.

[ It's true, there are layers here. Cipher is trying so carefully to find the right way to broach the topic. Aglaea is no longer needed in Okhema as she used to be, the threat is no longer there. So, she should come with Cipher. That is the point Cipher is trying to make, through her own fear and apprehension. She wants so desperately to give Aglaea everything she could ever want, and also be the thing that Aglaea wants in the first place.

But how can they even get there? She has no idea. ]

Restless. I get it. There's ... not a lot out there for me either.

[ She clasps her hands behind her back then, stretching them above her head in a lazy movement before dropping them back down to hold against the small of her back. Her tail winds its way around her arm idly before sliding off, letting go. Her thoughts still wander, trying to pick the right words for this. ]

I've done so much. Seen so much. So many lifetimes... [ Of course, neither of them are Phainon, they don't remember everything, but there are some things that linger. ] And now there's... opportunity for us, you know?

[ What kind of opportunity, Cipher? ]

[ The longer she observed Cipher? Aglaea could see hints of the young girl she had taken into her care beneath that seemingly carefree exterior, well hidden but not truly gone completely.

Even if they didn't remember ALL of the instances, there were definitely some things that lingered and she couldn't ever forget. So she couldn't help but nod her head curtly in agreement to Cipher's words, turning to seemingly gaze at the other woman with a note of curiosity flashing across her face. ]

Oh? Do tell.

[ A note of something amused lingered in her tone, but never meant to push Cipher more than entirely necessary here. ]

You truly have me curious.

Edited 2025-08-11 09:08 (UTC)

[ This is the moment where Cipher should run. It's too close, too vulnerable, too open but it's also the moment where Cipher knew she should be vulnerable. This is the moment she needs to invite Aglaea with her to the stars and beyond, to be with her again in some capacity. Even if it's not... like that. It's still something, to be at each other's side and travel the stars.

Cipher breathes out carefully, looks towards Aglaea and then looks away when she notices the other woman's all seeing eyes on her. She wonders how the golden threads would work outside of Okhema. Would she still be able to see so clearly? ]

I... want to leave Amphoreus.

[ Her gaze skitters back towards Aglaea, hesitant, before she looks away again. ]

The Trailblazers said they could get me my own ship. Or join them on the Astral Express for a while if I wanted. But I —

[ Her stomach is in knots. She feels terrible. She wants to run. ]

I want to go. With you. I don't want to ride their train, I want to explore with you instead.

[ Fuck. She said it. She said it and now she can't take it back. Quietly, she stares hard at the ground as they walk, her hands dropping to clench at her sides. Even her tail comes to curl around her body, showing just how hard this was for her to say. ]

[ Definitive surprise flashed across Aglaea's face as that first sentence registered solidly. She had most certainly heard things correctly, and even noticed the way Cipher kept glancing at her and then looking away again which was a telltale sign of the other woman's forage into something she was unused to.

Allowing herself to be vulnerable and expressing her true thoughts not hidden by any form of coy layers or disguised words.

Given her history, Aglaea knew it must be incredibly hard for Cipher to speak her mind to her like this. She always had known Cipher would someday wish to explore further than what Amphoreus could offer, but to think she really did want to explore the vast galaxy with her? It managed to warm her heart in a way she didn't think was even possible with her waning humanity.

Her expression then softened and she shifted just a touch closer, reaching a hand out to brush gently against one of Cipher's. ]

Thank you for being so straightforwards with me, Cifera.

[ Aglaea's tone was light, but wholeheartedly sincere. She didn't make any moves to step away any, but never pressing any contact more than what Cipher would be comfortable with. ]

If I am to be quite honest? I have been feeling restless since the situation has resolved and I have long since recognized that the other chrysos heirs are more than capable of handling matters here.

[ Especially those like Phainon. He'd grown so much and experienced more than what a normal person should ever be made to experience but she also had seen his leadership and that they all could handle matters here now that the Black Tide was no longer a threat and people could freely traverse Amphoreus beyond Okhema's walls. ]

To have a chance to spend more time with you and be able to experience something new? I would be pleased to join you in your travels.

[ Logic dictated that she shouldn't but falling onto old habits was something she'd done for WAY too long. Aglaea knew that she would not have even remotely considered leaving Okhema if it wasn't for Cipher necessarily bringing it up or wanting her specifically to join her in her travels across the galaxy.

Sometimes it really did take the right person. ]

[ There is no possible way that Aglaea agreed to Cipher's request, Cipher thinks. There is no way that the other woman heard Cipher's insane desire and said yes to it, not when it was Aglaea who was so duty bound to Okhema that the idea of leaving was... impossible. Absurd. Absolutely ridiculous. Cipher knew she was being foolish by asking her to go with her but she also... hoped.

She hoped, and that is why she's struck dumb when she gets exactly what she wants in reply. Her eyes drop down quickly to the hand brushing against her own and then up again to Aglaea's face. She knows they should keep walking, that she shouldn't let this distract her, but she slows to a stop as the stunned sensation does not leave and she's still so struck dumb. ]

You — really?

[ She doesn't know what to say, doesn't know how to even put into words how badly she wanted this and now that she has it, emotion floods her in a way it hasn't in a long, long time. A dam breaking inside her and she feels heat in her eyes as they grow wet and she has to swallow around the lump in her throat.

A bit in awe, she clarifies — ]

You'll come with me...

[ She sniffs and she tries very hard not to do anything more than that to give herself away but her voice is very small suddenly as she continues, quiet — ]

Agy...

[ Oh, she should've thought better about this. They really shouldn't be in public right now. She's absolutely going to break. She just got what she wanted more than anything else in the world and she doesn't know how she can handle that, at all. ]

[ If she was completely and truly honest?

Simply just having the opportunity to be present when Cipher let her walls down and let herself be genuine without any sort of act in place just warmed her heart. That same one she had been sure was encased in some form of ice after all this time, and yet was proof that some of her precious humanity still indeed remained.

Aglaea nodded and made to gently grasp Cipher's hand, intertwining their fingers as a soft hum was breathed out. Her smile warm and unbelievably kind. ]

Come, Cifera. Let us go somewhere a little more private, shall we?

[ To someone as proud and headstrong as the demigod of Trickery, she knew that it was never easy to let herself show emotion like this. So she's light, but insistent as she lead the other Chrysos Heir into a quieter alley away from the hustle and bustle of the market.

Somewhere that happened to shield them away from the prying eyes of others. ]

Listen. I know it may seem a little strange, given my duty to Okhema but... I suppose I have missed spending time with you. As selfish as it may come across.

[ Cipher lets Aglaea lead her to a private little alcove, quiet and hidden away from others. It makes Cipher relax, an exhale leaving her at the sudden privacy and her hand clutching Aglaea's a little tighter in response. Her feelings a mess right now, the overwhelming sensation of affection for Aglaea the most prominent one.

She said yes...! She's going to come with her, going to travel with her, they're going to be together...! It's a surreal feeling, getting what you've always wanted, and Cipher is still unsure if she should be feeling this way in the first place. ]

You can be selfish.

[ It's Cipher's first response there, quiet but encouraging. She'll step in close to Aglaea, her free hand reaching up to touch her cheek oh so gently. ]

If anyone deserves to, it's you, Agy.

[ In so many cycles, how many times has she lost herself to the flame chase journey? She deserves to be selfish, to live a life just for her at this point. ]

I know that's rich coming from me but...

[ She really wants Aglaea to live for herself, and hopefully in that, be by Cipher's side at the same time. ]

[ It's subtle, but Aglaea's shoulders relaxed as if slowly allowing herself to finally do so after what felt like an eternity of being the 'one in charge' of everything. All the responsibilities and that stress came with it, holding it close so nobody else had to deal with it.

She leant a little into that hand touching her cheek, lips curling into a light and gentle smile. ]

Mm. No... you're right.

[ Aglaea's tone is a touch bemused but she's not shying away from what is little more than fact by this time. Too many times had she forgotten herself and what it was like to live beyond her actual duty. ]

It is long overdue, I think. So perhaps we both can move forwards and try being more honest. Together.

[ Her voice is softer now, closing her eyes and exhaling a soft breath she didn't even truly know she'd been holding. ]

starting here

[He shouldn't be so trusting, he knows that. But he's also willing to defer to a demigod. After all, he had (in earnest) been trying to recruit cats in their war on humanity. So he could easily rationalize that putting some trust in a cat demigod was the only right path to diplomacy. Nevermind that, for all that she is a very beautiful woman, that little mewl of a sound that came out of her made him want to gather her up in his lap and stroke her hair into the wee morning hours.]

[But right, demigoddess, don't belittle an actual icon with petty fantasies, at least until he'd done the actual job of establishing himself as a respectable individual.]

[He takes the risk of taking her hand in his half-gloved one, then experiences the near whiplash of going from one place to another. Just from the shock of changing locations he grasps her shoulder with his other.]

[ It's a quick thing, lightning fast, the flip of the cat coin on her collar signifies the start and by the time it lands in her free palm, they're somewhere different. It's a quaint little room, actually. Looks like a bedroom with a nice four poster bed and a sitting area with a couch and through a door nearby, a lush bathroom with a nice big ol' bath. It's one of her hideouts, tucked away somewhere in the city that no one knows about. Lucky Mister General here gets to take a peek inside.

And as he braces himself on her shoulder, she'll step in close again, the coin reattaching itself to her collar and she lets go of his hand. All so she can slide both hands over his chest, up to his shoulders with a purr in her throat. ]

Now, you can call me Cipher, lovely. What should I call you?

I don't use any other name but the 'General'... but I'm flexible. You can call me what you like.

[Only his staff is restricted in what they call him. He'll respond to almost anything. He also has nothing to prove- she could call him 'Fluffy' and he'd not care much. His hard line just seems to be the extremes.]

[He pulls off his short glove to brush his knuckles against her cheek. It might be unnerving to her (or not, considering she leads her own brand of strange life) but the 'hands' on his shoulders, the ones that look like armor pieces settled onto his cape, they relax their grip and raise their fingers so she can slide her hands under them. They're very much sapient and aware of everything her master is doing right now.]

[This room is bigger than his apartment. Which isn't a high bar to leap but it's more than enough to comfortably get around in. He's the kind of formal, classy-in-behavior-if-not-in-look guy that leans down and goes in for a kiss first. Here he is with a high-tier slutty uniform and he's eager to get his lips on hers. The moment his dick gets worked up, he's either going to be erupting out of that thing or tenting in a way that leaves nothing to the imagination.]

[ That name tickles her. General, huh? She imagines it briefly, moaning it during the throes of passion and it amuses her greatly so she decides to stick with it for now. And she's going to say as much to him but he's already leaning down to kiss her and she's not going to stop him for nothing.

She'll lean up on her tippy toes to meet his kiss, mewling softly against his lips as they begin to work against each other. She spots the cape letting her slide her hands under them and that's a little amusing and a little curious to her. That thing really is sentient, huh? She wonders if it'll join them in bed too. She wouldn't say no, after all.

But for now, it doesn't matter. Her arms wrap around his neck and she clutches onto him as they kiss. She's looking forward to him getting hard, to his arousal. She can already tell he's packing something tasty for her and she's excited to eventually feel it when he fucks her. Her tail curls lazily behind her, her ears twitching lightly on the top of her head, and she purrs deep in her throat as she opens her mouth to accept his tongue, sliding her own against him.

He's so big... she's exceptionally small and soft in his arms like this, and honestly? She likes it. She didn't know she'd like it but oh, she likes it a lot. ]

He's in the middle of parting his lips to deepen the kiss and that cute little noise registers with him. She's mixing him up! One moment she's gorgeous and alluring and intoxicating and the next moment she makes his chest tighten up with the most painfully adorable cues that he can barely take.

He stoops to grab the back of her thighs and scoops her up, pulling her up so her legs are on either side of his hips and can wind around them if she wants to. Demi-goddess or not she's got an aura of cuteness so divine he can't help but heft her up and hold her. She's got a beauty that's begging to be ravished and a sweetness he wants desperately to nuzzle into and he's gotta find a balance between those two equally dizzying feelings.

"And what shall I call you, Miss Cat?" He grins near her face, all of those hard features and sharp teeth on display as he holds her against his strong body, even as the softest, shamefully fluffy feelings well up right in the core of him.

Damn, she is cute. And hot. Find it. Find the balance. Come on... While he has her up like this, he can make his way over to the bed.

She is absolutely going to wind her legs around him, locking her ankles together against his back as she lets him carry her. She has no clue what the General is thinking right now though, doesn't know that he's torn between her cuteness and her hotness. She would definitely chime in that she's both and he can enjoy both but she just likes affection, however she gets it.

So, she's not intimidated either by his hard features. In fact, she nuzzles her cheek against his own, nosing lightly at his nose after and purring some more. She is the exact example of a cuddly cat right now, all sweet rubbing and soft purring. "Cipher. Call me Cipher." Maybe, one day, he'll get her real name. But for now, he just gets Cipher.

She'll pull away after to smile at him, eyes closing at the broadness of her smile before she opens them up again and leans in to press a kiss to his lips, sweet as can be, as she keeps purring even while moving her lips against his. It'll be a soft, leisurely kiss as he carries her over to the bed, her tail swishing behind them and her arms wrapping tight around his neck.

Heaven help him she's purring. He'd collapse under the sheer weight of her sweetness if he weren't so determined to get her onto that bed. And the intensity of that cute smile? He's still got that beartrap of a grin but the absolute delight in everything she's doing is there.

"That's a good strong name." He likes it. Not that he particularly dislikes any names but sometimes a good title is frosting on an already delicious cake. He puts her down, fully diving into that sweet kiss as he lays on top of her. It does occur to him that he's going to have to get these chains off when they're left dangling against her from this position, but he's so reluctant to move away.

He settles his weight onto her, and even if she warned him that she's strong and even deific, he's reluctant to harm this wonderful being under him. The kiss is broken so he can hungrily kiss her jaw, muttering, "You are positively ideal." And she's a cat, he has no doubt she knows that, as perfect creatures often do. He needs to say it though, taking a moment to reach down the front of his uniform and reposition himself so he can grind against her.

There's a fuckin' logic puzzle worth of clothing on the two of them to work through, but he needs to release that tension at least a little because she has him aching. The alien is eager to pull at the clutter of fabric and get to the shapely demigoddess under him, taunted by the hints of skin he can already see.

Of course, she knows she's lovely. Why wouldn't she be? She's just as perfect as any stray cat you might find in the street, in her opinion. But it's really nice hearing it from him, his obvious pleasure and want and desire. It makes her stretch out under him when he finally lies them down on the bed and when he positions himself just so, to grind against her, she can feel his length through the thin cloth of her body suit and it makes her pussy clench around nothing. Ohhh, she's in for a treat.

The purring continues as he kisses her jaw. One of her hands slides up to his hair, clutching tight the soft strands and squirming under him, wanting more touch. He'll feel the vibrations of her purr right from her throat as he kisses across her skin and she can't help the soft meow that spills from her mouth, a sigh of pleasure that follows.

"You're going to take good care of me, aren't you?" She teases him but the desire is real. She wants to be fucked well by this man, wants to really feel every inch of him. Her legs still stay locked around his waist and she squeezes around him, arching up to press against the hardening length grinding against her.

Despite his harsh exterior, he's prone to thinking very poetically. And while it's often in contemplative dialog to himself, it's prone to coming out of his jagged mouth on occasion. "Of course. Something lifting and crushing my heart at the same time is too great a mystery to only give her sparing attention. You are unfathomably sensual and cosmically adorable."

As he's muttering little niceties to her against her skin, breath catching sometimes, he manages to undo the chains across his chest and around his waist. The cape creature slides from his shoulders, slithering off the side of the bed to lie protectively like a loyal guard dog.

When the General grinds against her, even with the layers of fabric in the way it feels like they'll fit together perfectly- maybe it's her ability to move with him, or pleasure-addled mind, but now that means he has to get through to her. Even as he thinks about it, he stops grinding to slide his hand down between her legs, to first feel along the line of her lips through the thin barrier and then push two of his long fingers up past the hem, gliding them along her warm, wet cunt until they're on either side of her clit, squeezing lightly to see how firm she's gotten.

"Help me get some of this off of you?" He requests, moving those two fingers lightly, glad to keep her worked up.

The sweet words definitely are unexpected for Cipher but she likes them. Something about being called cosmically adorable has her heart flipping in her chest and she giggles lightly against him as he continues to brush his lips against her skin. She doesn't pay much mind to the cape slithering away and it's only when he stops grinding that she makes a disappointed noise, arching up as if to chase that pleasure.

But then he's digging fingers under the hem of her body suit, able to slide them and pull the cloth to the side to get his fingers into her wetness. She squirms a little, toes curling in her boots and then a sharp gasp is let out when he feels his fingers squeeze at her swollen clit. She's so wet right now, so turned on, she wants nothing more than to feel those big, broad hands rub her until completion. But more than that, she wants his cock.

A bleary nod follows as he asks for help undressing her and she has to pull her hands back, her legs back, as she sits up on the bed. It's left her a little dizzy, the way he doesn't pull away from her clit even while she kicks off the boots and leg armor and then starts to pull down the zipper of her bodysuit. It's surprisingly easy to get undressed once you know how her outfit works and he'll get to watch as her body gets exposed to him.

Legs bare, hood pushed back, arms pulled free of her outfit, she unzips the front and pushes it down which leaves her breasts falling from the fabric and on display for him. They rise and fall with her breath, nipples peaked already, and then she squirms as she pushes the bodysuit down and off her hips. He'll have to pull his hand back at that point so she can kick the bodysuit off the rest of the way without getting tangled up with his hand but —

Then she's naked, and underneath him. Her ears twitch lightly on her head and she spreads out, stretching like a cat on the bed as she lays back down and looks up at him with her teeth digging into her bottom lip, a pout on her lips.

"You get undressed too, okay, big guy?"

He's mesmerized through most of the process because she isn't just lovely, but everything she does he finds graceful. It might be the knowledge she's part cat coloring the thought, but she's art in motion. He's so focused on it that he dumbly doesn't think of moving his hand until that body suit needs to come the rest of the way off and he's in a way. Here he's been getting frisky with her and he still manages to look sheepish at getting so distracted with her just doing that. Those ears and that tail are too cute, too.

Without the chains in the way all he has to do to get his gear off is to roll his muscular shoulders and tug at the sleeves, leaning back on his haunches to do so. She's had him so worked up that he was already half-showing out the low-cut hemline, but his cock is fully on display as the garments are shoved down over his hips, over his decorated thighs, and he turns just long enough to kick off his boots and everything with them. But in that brief moment he's facing away from her, she can see that the broad tattoo he has over his torso is actually a flower, much of it being over his lower back and right hip.

It's not like he can stand being away from her too long, though. Just enough time to get everything off and then he climbs back on top of her, pressing his weight down with his length lined perfectly along her pussy. Not shoving deep inside yet, but his shaft is rubbing against all that wetness he'd been coaxing out of her already, and he's probably as hard as he can get from all that attention he's been giving.

In the same instant, he's moving in to give her another kiss, and it's hungry and adoring and indulgent. One hand sinks into her hair, clutching a fistful just at the back of her neck, and another hand slinks down her torso, eager to gently squeeze one of those breasts revealed to him earlier.

She's too pretty. Too cute. Too sexy. And he's been taunting her for too long. Taunting himself. Luckily she's so wet that just a slight adjustment to his grinding instead puts his head inside her, and he breaks the kiss to moan into her mouth with that roll of his hips, lost in how warm and- comfortable? tight? absolutely exquisite that she is. He pushes as deep as he can go.

God, she wants him. The feeling of his eyes on her makes her feel elated and oddly special, skin tingling with anticipation as his hunger is clear on his face. Even after she pulls off all the clothes and is left nude underneath him, he still looks at her with a ravenous look that makes her wet and makes her eager for more. She watches as he undresses too, her own eyes very sharp to catch every detail on his body. The tattoo is gorgeous, actually, and she has half a mind to compliment it but.

But before she can, he's undressed and suddenly kissing her again. She wraps her arms around his neck as he does and moans softly into his mouth, letting her tongue slide against his own and breathing a little more roughly together. When his hand finds her breast, she mewls again into his mouth, arching up into his touch while her toes curl slightly. She has very sensitive breasts and feeling him touch them only has her growing more aroused. She wants, she thinks, his mouth on them later. But that's for later.

And then he's finally, finally, finally giving her what she wants. The grinding has been good but a total tease when that massive cock is right on offer for her. She wants to feel it inside of her, be filled up to her very womb and have him fuck every inch of her thoroughly. Which is what he does, slipping his head inside of her and she groans softly when he does, feeling the pressure of his girth stretching her out around him. She pants softly then, stretching out underneath him like the cat she is and her pussy tightens then as he sinks more and more inside of him.

Fingers clutch the sheets underneath her and hooded eyes look up at him, fangs digging into plush lips as she watches him and feels him bottom out inside of her. When she feels the slap of his sac against her mound, she shivers and one of her hands slides down, over her stomach, settling on her lower stomach and pressing down as if she can feel him that deeply inside of her. Even if it's just her imagination, it's erotic as hell.

"You feel good, General. Big. I like that," she says with a low purr and a wicked smile up at him. "Do you like how wet I am for you?"

He looks ominous from this position, too, despite himself. Large, looming over her as he props up to look down at her. He does his best to shift some and not slide out, to pull up his knees so he can hold the backs of her thighs and position her perfectly. That little mewl into his mouth broke something in his increasingly sex-addled brain, where in his mid-coital fantasies he'd love to keep her sitting on his lap in his office, purring, fingering her every once in a while.

Just mindless thoughts, and even those are lost as she pushes down with her hand in a way that makes her feel all the more tight around him.

"I love it. You look even more beautiful with me inside you." It's a miracle he's managing words this well. His grin his sweaty and aggressive, and he'll have to note later that her tail hasn't even been the slightest concern- he even only notices it as he pushes her legs back enough to leave no secrets. He can fully see how her wet lips fit perfectly around his dick, how swollen her clit is.

Leaning over her, holding her like this, keeping her firmly in place it's much easier to slide back out, all the way to the rim of his head, and then shove back in hard with a wet slap of skin to skin. Hard enough to make her breasts bounce with the force of it. Yes, she definitely looks even better with him inside of her. When he does it again, he watches the stretch of her body, enjoys the roll of her hips, the squeeze of muscle that's literally divine. Fucking this woman could be a religious experience, the General thinks, as he picks up the pace.

He does look ominous, it's true, but there's something so enticing about that for Cipher. Like maybe he's not the most safe individual to be around but he likes her and he wants her and so, she is perfectly safe with him instead. She likes it, likes being the exception, though maybe that's all fanciful talk in her head instead of anything based on reality. Ah well, she's not so concerned.

Especially not when he's saying such lovely things and fucking her oh so well. She groans as he pulls back and pounds into her, her legs splaying apart to offer as much of her to him as possible. She's panting softly, her body worked up and overheated but in such a pleasant way and she moans, arching her back, eyes fluttered closed, mouth open in an o shape. She's clearly enjoying herself with the way his thick, massive cock keeps reshaping her insides, dragging along her sensitive inner walls with each thrusts.

"Feels good," she purrs out, voice slightly slurred from pleasure. "So, so, so good." She'll drop her hands from him then and he'll get to watch as she lifts them to each of her breasts, cupping and kneading them to play with them both as he fucks her. Just increasing the pleasure of what she's feeling as she toys with her sensitive breasts and feels his cock ramming into her.

There continues a low, pleased purr from her throat as he continues. This, this is what sex is about, she thinks.

She's definitely perfectly safe, but the aura is there. That intensity is focussed entirely on servicing her rather than presenting himself as a menace. His tattooed skin is prickling with sweat, his muscles straining with effort as he tests further and further how hard she wants it. He's being careful but absolutely revelling in how rough he can be with her.

Her hands caress herself in a lurid display of indulgence and she's absolutely elegant in that moment. Wondrous and beautiful and full of delightfully sweet little noises. The fingers of his big hand splay across her thighs to hold them all the more firmly, and he slows to hold himself deep and roll his hips up against her. Looking down he can see her cunt hugging the base of his dick, and it makes him throb in a way that she can probably feel.

He keeps with the slow grind, thinking about it. Then he clicks his tongue- not at her, to get the attention of the cape-creature. With a rattle of chains it returns to the bed, and the hands that normally cling to his shoulders reach around his back to hold her thighs in his place. Meaning that while he grinds against her like this, he can move one of his actual hands to rub his thumb over her clit, and with the other join her in clutching one of her breasts.

Hopefully that passing thought of not minding if it joined still applied. But he's blessed to be able to solve the problem of 'not enough hands'.

"I want to wring every last bit of pleasure out of you while I'm still in you." He clearly states that like it's a mission he's on now, a conquest. He's not pulling out as far anymore, but the slow grind is still deep, and he doesn't still at all.

There's a feeling here of being absolutely indulged. He's fucking her so hard, so roughly, but it's also so deep. There's a strength to his thrusts that she very rarely gets unless she manages to find someone like him — someone big and strong who can really give it to her. Who won't look at her petite frame and try and be gentle. She doesn't need that, not when her own strength is much more than any human's.

She's a little caught off guard when she feels new hands on her body but it only takes her opening her eyes blearily to look down at where they are to realize it's his cape. Ha... how funny! She doesn't mind it joining at all and if it means he can touch her more, so be it. She purrs softly then, head falling back again, mouth falling open and then when his hands move to rub at her clit, to massage her breast, she pulls the one hand back to let him take over and clutches the sheets under her instead.

"Good... good," she replies with a soft sigh. Her eyes blink open again, shining blue looking up at him with a half-lidded gaze. "You take care of me this well and you won't be able to get rid of me, General." A sharp grin follows and more purring as his cock drags against that bundle of nerves inside of her that makes stars explode behind her eyes.

So, a sharp gasp and she whimpers again. "T-There! Ah...!"

Her eyes shine beautifully when she looks up at him like that, and he basks in that gaze like it's sunshine. She's gorgeous like this, and soft and smooth under his hands. Slick where his thumb rubs over her firm clit.

"I would hate to never make you purr again, Miss Cipher," his deep voice has a more sultry than usual tone as he throws on the honorific, mostly because he's mindlessly in the thick of her scent and sounds and surrounded by her sex. He's under too much strain to sound any other way.

There, she says? Right there. He moves slower, but it's to find that spot again. Testing until he can hear that desperation again or even a hitch in breath. Any sign he has it right. And once he's found it and he's sure, he says- "Hold her steady." It's not for her. It's the stern hands with their rattling chains that are holding her legs still.

He can pick up speed again, then, really hone in on that G-spot rather than just trying to keep her full of him. A targeted attack to break her down, tactical even as he's losing himself bit by bit. He's so hard he hurts but he's determined to feel her quaking while he's rammed deep.

The pressure of those cape hands holding her down while the General rubs at her clit and fucks deep and pointedly against her g-spot has stars bursting behind her eyelids and her pleasure ramping up and up and up. She writhes and gasps and shakes underneath him, her hands reaching up to grip his shoulders, fingernails digging into the meat of them while he fucks her over and over and over.

"General... G-General!" She mewls helplessly as she's completely taken by him. She aches to come, she realizes, her pussy throbbing and aching around him as he keeps fucking into her so deeply. It won't take long to get her to and over her peak, not with the way he's fucking her like that and before long — she's gasping, crying, soft little ah, ah, ah's that spill from her mouth before —

"Shit!"

Just a cry from Cipher, caught off guard, eyes snapping open as her back arches and she comes, squirting against him. Fluid spills from her pussy, her come wetting the sheets under them as her orgasm takes her by such surprise and drives her mad with lust. Her whole body shivers as he fucks her through it and she squeezes oh so tight around him, like her body can't stand the idea of being empty after that while she flops like a ragdoll back against the bed. Chest heaving and panting as she looks up at him, a sloppy smile on her face.

"D-Don't you stop now, big guy."

This is truly a sight to behold, the build, the triumphant crescendo, the bliss right after the peak. And while it's a joy to watch, part of it he can't- because she squeezes, and she squeezes so hard he has to close his eyes and groan himself as it's almost too much.

But he manages to look again in time to see her gush, which he's certainly not bad in bed but he's never seen a woman do that for him before. She's so tight and so dramatically slick.

Clicking his tongue, the creature's hands let go of her legs as their master commands, and the General leans down to slide his arms under her exhausted body because he so desperately wants to gather her up. He doesn't have to pay such precise attention anymore, so he focuses on his own pleasure. And part of that pleasure is scooping up her curvy body so he can hold her against him, so he can fuck up into her and hold her sweet frame like she's more than just someone he's fucking. Maybe it's because he's sentimental like that.

When he comes, it's with him holding her in his lap, arms wrapped around her. He doesn't think to warn her since the human concerns of coming in someone aren't really relevant to him (technological and medical advancements mean he's not worried about consequences). Instead, he just holds her down on him, flinching and baring his teeth against her shoulder, but not biting with the dangerous things. His whole body trembles and shudders as she can probably feel the surge rush into her. How it's shoved deep with those last few thrusts and leaves her pussy dripping with more than just her own work.

Once he stills he just keeps holding her, catching his breath against her skin, only shifting a little to finally, finally slide out. But he hadn't fucked anyone in a long time. He left her full enough to drip.

She's exhausted after her own orgasm hits, so exhausted that as he scoops her up in his arms, she only goes with it, mewling softly like a contented cat as she curls up against his chest. Tucking her face against his throat, her ears tickling his jaw in this position, she purrs softly as he fucks up into her a little more haphazardly as he chases his pleasure.

And then when he comes, she mewls again, a little louder, tightening around him and letting him ride out his orgasm inside her as deeply and hungrily as he'd like. Her arms slide around his body, clutching his back as they wrap around his torso and she nuzzles against his throat. Her tail flicks in the air a bit, curled and relaxed. She sighs, happy, and when he's finally finished coming and she shivers with the way she's dripping with his semen.

"You really know how to give it to a girl well, big guy," she says with a laugh and then a purr, licking lightly at the sweat on his collarbone and nuzzling gently at him after. She's perfectly content to be cuddled up against his big, broad chest like the tiny little cat she is, and she's more than content after such a satisfying orgasm.

He doesn't get this often. He doesn't think to go for it. And he's almost forgotten what she is again until he registers that purr and in his afterglow that's the most blissful sound.

She's such a pleasant weight, too. Warm against his front while the rest of him is sweat-chilled. He pets her softly, slowly, fingers trailing up and down her spine until it gets low enough to-

"You know, your tail wasn't in the way once," he confirms. Can't leave that theory without confirmation now, can he?

You know, she almost forgot about that. When he points it out, she laughs a little as she keeps nuzzled up against him and her tail will curl around her waist and his middle, brushing against his back as she wraps herself around him. Her eyes are closed and she's oh so content right now, happy that they did this and looking forward to the next round.

"Well, that makes me happy to hear," she says with a laugh and nips lightly at the skin of his throat before smiling stupidly against his skin and settling against him. He feels good, warm, and the weight of him still inside of her has her squeezing lightly around him before settling against him. Ah... this is nice.

He has no idea she's planning a round two. He's just basking in her affection, turning his head to nuzzle into her hair with his angular nose and pets his hand over her ears and hair, partially for the novelty of it. Though he grunts in surprise loudly as she squeezes, pushed out by the force of it as he's softened up enough. It'll be a little bit before the sensitivity ebbs.

"I've never been with anyone with your strength." How do you compliment someone's strong pussy and still sound polite? Because even if she is fine being lewd as hell, he wants to treat her politely. He wants to be sweet. Sure she let him wreck her and get off, but also she let him wreck her. She let him get off. And... she's a cat goddess thing. All of those are reasons to treat her like a divine lady.

She can tell he's trying to treat her with grace and politeness and it's really sweet, honestly. Because no one ever treats her like that, not really. She's a street cat when it comes down to it and she's often shooed away or uncertain of where she should be in the first place. But he's treating her like a real spoiled house cat and that, that is something to savor in her opinion.

"Yeah?" She asks through her purring, leaning her head up to nuzzle against his cheek. She's a bit sad he's no longer inside of her, the slight dripping of his come out of her and down her inner thigh making her shiver. She's also a greedy cat, can't get enough of what makes her feel good, and he makes her feel good. "You're welcome in my bed anytime, General. You know how to go as hard as I like it."

She wasn't kidding with the implication that people are too gentle with her sometimes. Or can't give it to her as hard as she wants. She's still a demigod, and a cat, and she's not fragile. But she is a small little thing and it's easy to mix the two up.

"So I'm not welcome to just pet you whenever I want," he teases, but also does like holding her and cuddling her as much as the fucking. It's relaxing, especially with her able to produce that calming purr and nuzzle into him like this. He turns his head to give her a gentle kiss, holding the back of her neck as he does that.

"Then I'll make good use of my time, Goddess." So what if her name is Cipher, she's getting spoiled right now.

He's not particularly a sex obsessed man, but he does believe in thorough relaxation. And this woman is the embodiment of relaxing- well, after that surge of pleasure anyway.

Still, he notes how she doesn't seem to mind that she's still dripping with him and that territorial, conquering bit of him feels gratified that he filled her up like that.

When they kiss, she sighs softly into it and enjoys the soft press of their lips against one another. But when he pulls back, she does respond with, "You can pet me whenever you, that isn't something I'll deprive you the joy of." What follows is a teasing smirk and then she cuddles up against him again.

She's content to stay like this as long as he wants, until he's ready for round two or whatever. She feels content and safe in his arms and he's a really good lover as well. She's unaware of his possessive feeling at her being claimed by him but if she knew, she'd tease him about it, bait him into taking her again. She likes it too, after all.

But for now, she will just settle with him, tucked away against his chest and happily satisfied.

He's overwhelmed again and again by how sweet and soft and slight she feels in his arms, so he could easily understand, if he knew, how people might be too gentle with her if they didn't know what she could take. That's the treatment he's giving her while not inside her- soft and sweet.

And as his own sensitivity is almost finished recovering, he tucks his big hand under her thigh to rub his long fingers along her slit, tracing between the lips there lightly.

"Can I?" He can, he figures, at least do it once more.

She isn't expecting him to recover so soon and when he touches her in her most intimate place, she shivers just a bit in his arms and nuzzles against his throat. There's another purr here and her hands reach up to curl around his neck while she sits up, pressing a kiss to his nose as she drags herself in closer against his face.

"You can," she says with a smile on her face. Already, anticipation grows in her, for his touch, for his taste. She'll even lean forward then with the intention to kiss him, and if he accepts it, she'll press a deep kiss against his lips with eager swipes of her tongue against his and soft breathing, turning a little heated the longer they kiss.

The little kiss to his big nose and the purr causes that pleasant discord in him again. She's so sweet, so cute, adorable to the core while smelling like sex and still slick with his previous pleasure. He huffs a warm laugh before tipping his head and lining up the kiss.

He's careful when he opens up his mouth, careful of his own sharp teeth and even while he's meeting her tongue, he's almost tactical with it. As he does that, he slips two of his long fingers up into her, then removes them after a couple of searching thrusts to get them especially slick in order to rub her clit. Already he's about half hard, but he likes giving her a bit of a head start. Feeling her clench down on him as she messily came was incredible. He'd hate to finish too soon and deny himself an encore.

It's strange. He'd never want to hurt her. The polite, gentle portion of his soul wants to treat this kitten like she's made of porcelain. But that aggressive part of him likes that he can easily move her around, that he can be as gentle as he is now but also rough as hell.

It's interesting. She's clever enough to pick up on the fact that he likes both of those things about her — being able to be soft with her and being able to be anything but as well. She's the type of cat that likes to play with the perception people have of her but she's clear enough on the fact that she doesn't have to do much of that with him. He's going to be gentle with her, and he's going to be rough with her. Both. It doesn't matter what she does, really, it's just in his nature.

She likes that.

And so when she feels those fingers thrust up into her, she lets out a few breathy sighs into the kiss and then as he pulls out to use the mix of their fluids to rub against her clit, her toes curl and she arches up into him with another purr in her throat. She already feels so sensitive from having such an intense orgasm earlier so he's getting her with her body still on alert from that. It means she just continues to purr, dropping her forehead onto his shoulder and aching slightly.

Ah... ah... ah... it feels so good already.

She's purring again! She's purring and it's a gorgeous sound, and there goes that strange mix of emotions again. With one hand he's alternating between finger fucking her and rubbing her clit, and it's so intense that it's almost a contradiction to how he nuzzles her hair when she ducks her face like that. The tip of that big nose rubs against her because he can't help but snuggle that purring form. But he can feel the pleasure building under the roaming pressure of his fingers, unrelenting and ruthless in how they're working her.

He thinks he's good now. It took him all that snuggling before and that period of downtime, but as he's getting harder with every movement against his hand, he knows he can handle it again.

"You are so stunning and sweet," He says in that deep voice, right into her hair, hot breath reaching her skin. He even wants to tell her that he wants to fill her up again, but she's so cute that the dirtier speech can't even come out of his mouth. The hand that's been busy getting her tender and firm again moves to hold his dick steady so he can slide it back in her. All he can think of, as he pushes further in (still holding her because now he can't stand to let go), is what a divine little imp she is.

It's an aching emptiness inside of her now that he's got her body all worked up. She's itching for more, squirming in his lap and wanting to feel him inside of her. She knows he's getting hard and worked up and she wants very much to enjoy him when he is but her patience is quickly dwindling. Even as he compliments her, she's reduced to a plaintive meow spilling from her mouth as she nudges herself forward to him.

He doesn't tease her for too long though because soon enough, she feels his hot breath ghosting against the ear at the top of her head and his thick cock being pressed into her entrance. She gasps softly at the sudden breach and mumbles, a little overwhelmed, "G-General..." Oh, how good. How sweet. How delicious.

Her arms move to wrap around his neck, pulling herself up closer to him until her chest it pressing against his own, her breasts squished against his firm muscle. One of the hands wrapped around his neck moves upwards to curl fingers into the back of his hair and she squeezes around his cock, tight, her eyes half-lidded as she looks back at him.

"Feels so good, ah..." More squirming and clenching, she's so wet for him right now and can't help the way she rolls her hips down onto him, chasing her pleasure. "You really... nnh... know how to give it to a girl, huh?"

"I really don't do this much," he breathes in sharply with that tight clench, her body squeezing him exquisitely, his cock throbbing inside of her and she's so tight he can almost imagine she'd feel it (probably not, but minds do that when they're sex addled). He takes her hips and pushes her hard down on his length, rough and needy. He tries to match the pace of her own movements, trying to accommodate that angle and that search for pleasure.

"You're more of a special case- ah -case than you know."

He doesn't get this close to just anyone, even if this was a whim. They have to really pique his interest. He has to make sure the experience is as best as he can make it.

"You feel so good." Not just sexually, she feels good to hold. Her hips have the right amount of give under his fingers. Her body feels perfectly soft against his chest. Her arms are comforting around his neck. The least he can do is make sure she feels properly filled up by him.

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it's perf!!

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and then i was sick for a bit but now i'm back!

No problem! Glad to see you're doing better!

yes!! ty!! still playing catch up but feeling a lot better

Have some space elf on goddess nonsense to welcome you back!

hell yeah!!

Also woops sorry for switching tag types, I hadn't caught myself.

oh it's all good, i don't mind either

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