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I thought you might like that one. [ She's pleased that he approves of her work, though! She's only recently getting better at animals and such, considering she seems to have been trained up on landscapes. ]

Do you like the dragon? If not I can take another stab at it, you're the one who's going to see it most often.

The dragon is beautiful, and I'm sure will look wonderful on you especially.

[Aliza could make any tattoo look good, though.]

Good, then. [ She gives him a little kiss, then nods to the closed box sitting in the corner. ]

Next thing that needs your opinion: if you wouldn't mind going through that and telling me what you think. [ There is a large variety in there, whatever he doesn't like someone else will. Feel free to just make up what's in there, it won't be anything novelty like fuzzy handcuffs but nothing on the extreme end either, think vibrators and ben wa balls and medium bondage stuff and the like, no harnesses or anything scary ]

[His face goes a little pink as soon as he opens the box.] Oh! [He sorts through the toys carefully.]

The - handcuffs are most appealing, for you to use on me of course. ...And the strap on.

[ She stayed fairly close as he was poking, and nuzzles the back of his neck through his hair. Don't worry there's no judgment here, she barely even registers this stuff as embarrassing. ]

At the same time? [ She's clearly debating whether that would be the wrong sort of uncomfortable, but she hates being restrained so she's not the best judge of it. ]

Perhaps starting with one or the other?

[Rather than jumping in headfirst.]

[ She hums in response, kissing her way down his neck. ] I like that idea.

You could have asked before now, you know. You can ask for anything. [ She won't say yes to everything but she doesn't mind the question ~~he already knows not to ask her to get restrained or be overly submissive and those are her only hangups~~ ] I never want you to even consider getting bored with me.

[Shivering-] Oh, I could never be bored of you. Not in a thousand years.

But if you insist, then would you kindly rail me until I can't walk?

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With luck, we'll get to test that. [ If she has her hibernation wished away and he gets longevity on account of dying already -- two large ifs but she dearly hopes they get twice lucky. ]

[ Speaking of getting lucky, ] My pleasure. [ Maybe not literally, but honestly domming the hell out of someone is pleasing enough without the physical piece. ]

[ She plucks the equipment out of his hand and tosses them onto the bed along with some lube and one vibrating geisha egg. First thing's first, she pulls his hair off one side of his neck and bites. It's more effective when they can't see it coming (she assumes she has perpetual permission and since he wants her to take charge here she's not about to ask). ]

[Indeed, it's more intense when he isn't prepared first. He gasps, baring more of his neck to give her more room to work.]

Aliza, aaah... [He shivers.]

[ Mmm, perfect. His reactions when she bites never fail to get her in a properly good (and domineering) mood. She drinks slowly, lazily, while her arms slide around him to loosen and unfasten his clothes. ]

[ Listening for his heartbeat as well, which will tell her when she's taken enough blood to get him all floaty and pliable -- it also conveniently makes the experience better for him. ]

[He's more than happy to be stripped bare, lifting up off the bed to help her with some parts. Soon enough he's melted completely into her arms, his eyes hazy.]

Ah, Alizarin...

[ Her fingertips brush him as she undresses him, light and teasing. She can't separate being dominant from being a tease, and who would want her to? Likewise, when her fangs slip free and his blood trickles from the bite she left, she reaches out to remove it with her tongue. ]

[ She slips away then, ensuring he can balance on the bed without her behind him first, and stands with her back to him. One sultry glance over her shoulder, and she points to her corset laces. Get to it. ]

[He doesn't need to be told twice, or once technically. He makes short work of her corset laces, freeing her from it as efficiently as he can.]

Beautiful.

[ She pops open the front busk with a crisp snap and flings it off somewhere, then turns to him and plants her knee on the mattress between his. Leaning far over with all five fingertips of one hand resting on his chest. ]

I'm not after compliments, but thank you.

[ It looks for a long moment like she may kiss him, she's more than close enough, but she's not after that either. She puts her weight into her hand and pushes, if he cooperates she intends to pin him down on his back. ]

[He's more than happy to be pushed down beneath her, smiling up at her with flushed cheeks.]

You should go ahead and take what you're after, in that case.

Never fear. [ Her eyes flare bright red, flecked with gold. Always a good indication of how she's feeling -- the more gold, the more intense. ]

Skirt. [ That, apparently, is his next instruction. ]

[An instruction he's more than happy to follow, pulling her skirt off her and tossing it to the side. Not in any kind of mood to fold things neatly, at the moment.]

[ More than okay; seeing him something like eager is gratifying. She leans far over again, but rather than a kiss what he gets is her knee nudging the inside of one thigh. She'll need some room to work, if you please. ]

[ From her free hand, the crackle of a lid popping open. ]

[Ah. He takes in a breath and spreads his legs easily for her, arousal clear and already beginning to ache. But he can be patient for something even better.]

[ A coy smile, you didn't expect anything but teasing, did you? She intends to flip him over in a short while almost certainly, but watching his face is both fun and productive for now. However many sounds she intends to coax out of him. ]

[ While she readies her fingers, she occupies herself giving him a long, passionate kiss. And then he'll feel the dry pad of her thumb stroking up the inside of his thigh until her slick finger is teasing him, slowly (her skin is overwarm as she always is, but it might be more noticeable now). Not entering yet, just making a point that doesn't need making. ]

Aliza- [He groans into her mouth at the teasing, low and needy. Of course it's what he expected from her, but that doesn't make it any less torturous.] Please...

[ In fairness, two nights ago she let him melt her into a puddle -- actually ]

Use your Bond, hm? [ She wants to feel what he's feeling, what she's doing to him. (It's probably fairly obvious; even so.) ] And then I'll be nice. [ Nicer, anyway. ]

[ While he considers that, the pad of her finger continues its sweet torment. ]

[His feelings flood into her, anticipation entwined with need. The desire to submit to her completely, to be filled with her, to worship her as a queen.

And the desire to be fucked hard and fast. That's also pretty high up there.]

Better?

Better. [ Much. She leans down to kiss him, swirling with amusement and coquettish possessiveness, bordering on overbearing. Her kiss, though, is deceptively simple, mainly she wanted to be good and close when her slick finger slips inside him. ]

[ Hard and fast is the plan, but not yet. First, her emotions neatly convey, she intends to toy with him a little more, get a feel for where to aim that toy when she's ready for it, her fingers being far more dexterous. But also -- the beaming intensity of her love for him is never far from the fore, and she doesn't want even the slightest chance of hurting him. There's an order to these things. ]

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