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[crimsonflower]

[The man who escorts Tomoe from the palace gates to the study is a lithe, pale thing with slick black hair. On their walk to the study he'll ask a few light, probing questions to size up the bard along the way. Hubert towers at 6'2"/188cm, and isn't afraid to use that as an intimidation factor. His voice is also low, shadowy, and he speaks in an unhurried manner that almost feels ominous.

Tomoe is ushered into the study. The walls lined floor to ceiling with bookshelves in any space that's not a window. Of which the windows curtains are drawn; crimson drapes with golden accents. In the middle of the study is a generous coffee table which currently has a map of the continent placed neatly under the glass top. While a silver tray and tea set sit on the table, they're carefully over a neighboring country across the ocean. This leaves the majority of the table for placing little ceramic chess pieces used as symbols for where units are currently placed in each territory. The table is flanked by two luxurious sofas, and at the head of it all is a work desk. Drowning in mountains of paperwork.

Meanwhile the emperor is pulling a book off of a shelf. She's small, just barely inching over five feet, and while the red of her wardress is striking it does not completely make up for her petite form. Yet when she hears Tomoe entering the study she places the book back (a history on Fodlan and the split of the Holy Kingdom and Leicester Alliance). The heart-shaped keyhole cut out on the back of her dress allows her shoulder blades to be seen, and the muscles used to wield her heavy axes are clear when she flexes.

Hubert closes the door, but does not stay in the room with them. When the door locks something shifts — a spell soundproofing the room.]

Good afternoon, [she says without turning to face him.]

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[meltinglight]

[Hubert is beautiful. It's extremely doubtful the vast majority of the people who encounter him would agree but Tomoe is attracted to nearly anyone with an iron will and intelligence. The subtle way he is interrogated is likewise returned; but Tomoe can tell the answers are not going to lead to an even more flavourful engagement than the one he anticipates. Alas, but only a little regret. Had Egelgard been jokingly inflating Hubert's bloodlust? It's difficult to tell what's genuine.

At 5'8, Tomoe is not so bad at resisting intimidation but he's simply not one to find a dark and ominous voice anything but worthy of attentiveness. He loves the contrast between this vassal and Edelgard's diminutive size. Really, it's a damn shame they don't fuck in front of him.

Tomoe is also not shaken by the vast wealth and power at Edelgard's fingertips as demonstrated by the contents of her study. If anything, he's quite at home. There are many, many books which draw his eye to their spines - he doesn't have access to them or he's never heard of them before. But he's not here for an education even though an entire week in this room alone would be his idea of a pleasant, quiet, fruitful vacation.]

Good afternoon to you as well, Your Majesty.

[Tomoe's voice might hint at his smile and the appreciation within. Edelgard is damn beautiful in a very different way than Hubert, and the thousands of other strangers, friends, and so on who had earned the use of that flexible word. He isn't shy, drawing up behind her very slowly, gently, placing one hand on her hip beneath him. Up close like this, it's even clearer how small yet mighty her physical form is under the wardress.]

Your attire stirs my appetite already.

[He could be complimenting her in a hollow, vapid way, but he isn't. She put hours of personal care into her lovely-soft hair and her scent, and her fine, fine muscles, and the scintilating cutout on her back was oh-so-arousing.]

[crimsonflower]

[All this wealth inherited, and when her campaign is over she'll seek to abdicate from the throne. As it is now? She'll just use these privileges to her advantage so she can stamp as much corruption out of Fodlan as possible.

He's quick to the point. Laying hands on her not even before a full minute has gone by since his entrance. Edelgard's skin comes alive with the vellus hairs standing on end. Despite Tomoe being much taller than she is, the little emperor could probably bench press him with ease. Perhaps that's why she has allowed this? No matter what stunt he may try to pull... if she ever wanted it all to end or for him to stop, all she has to do is pick him up and kick him out of the study.

There's comfort in that bit of control. A feeling of safety. He'll be allowed to try and distract her however he likes, and her job is to simply try and complete her work. Edelgard is a little competitive, so we'll see how long the battle of wills lasts.]

All I did was not wear my cape. Does such little expanses of skin truly titillate you?

[meltinglight]

[Quietly, Tomoe shows his amusement at the question with a laugh.]

Absolutely. I am a simple man awed by even the weeds in an untended garden. And you are no weed. You are a comet.

[Striking from the Heavens to burn everything. A small thing like a little cutout showing her brazen flesh did indeed arouse him, so what was he to do with the rest of her except be destroyed? He bows his head to kiss the top of her hair. She's lovely. She's powerful beyond anyone's measure because her future hasn't happened yet.

While Edelgard is comforted by the plain truth behind her ability to pick up a younger bard and throw him in the trash force his exit, Tomoe is unbothered by the possibility that he will displease her enough to warrant it. All she really had to do was tell him to stop. He was no spy to ferret quick glances at her work, or to undermine her efforts. There was no poison on any bit of the flesh he intended to thrust inside her. It wasn't entirely selfless but he did genuinely wish for Egelgard's enjoyment and little else.]

[crimsonflower]

[Quite honestly that tender kiss atop the crown of her head makes her heart leap more than the anticipation of what will happen next. However, Edelgard must not let herself get distracted. She plucks another book off the shelf. This time one about supplies and the upkeep of trade routes. This is... to help her, yes. She's going to be focused on work. His job is to break that.]

Comet is a bit lofty, but thank you.

[Though some have said she is bringing a "New Dawn" to Fodlan. Dorothea really needs to stop being so poetic about her.]

[meltinglight]

[Dorothea is very welcome to pair up on a collab with him to produce a catchy tune or three about how Edelgard defied the odds to shatter the status quo and look sexy af while getting it done, too.

He refrains from souring her mood by disagreeing. Comet is an understatement. What can the common folk do but watch her reign in awe and tremble?

She seems to content to remain passive for now rather than actively swatting him away; which behaviour she exhibited was something he'd been unsure about before entering the room. Some women were too stubborn to get out of their own way.

Tomoe moves a little away from her trace the cutout on her back. The peekaboo of exposed skin does attract him more than a lesser woman who was nude. His touch isn't cold so it shouldn't startle her overly much.]

I see you are unmoved by compliments but perhaps action will sway you. Do you find your breasts sensitive?

[crimsonflower]

[While she doesn't start from the temperature of his fingers, she does from his question. Honestly she should have expected such directness, but still! How can he just come out and say that?]

I've not really been touched by others.

[And touching yourself, knowing what to expect, is completely different. Though the times Hubert has helped her with a bath after being too exhausted from battle does give her a hint to her on sensitivity.

Which is to say that yes, she's highly sensitive.]

[meltinglight]

[At her response, Tomoe sighs lightly in the tone of one who has heard a tragedy. Naturally she was extremely busy and as a dedicated creative himself he understood, but nonetheless... Art was meant to be seen, songs were meant to be heard, and beautiful women were meant to be touched.

He lays a kiss on the skin exposed by the cutout on her back as if saying goodbye to it, and slides both hands around her ribcage instead. Gliding upward as he speaks. Her dress is very high quality; no matter how horny he is, he appreciates a fine garment.]

Make me your concubine and you will soar to pleasurable heights each day.

[He cups her breasts from below, finding their shape and size first before truly caressing them. She seemed a little jumpy so while his words were direct he took his time on her body, allowing her to become accustomed to the comforting sensation of someone else's presence in so intimate a place.

What he said wasn't a revelation of true intention but a spur of the moment idea. Anyone close to her would gain power in their own right but he wasn't suggestion anything other than Edelgard's need for relief deserved a dedicated whore. It's self-care, babe.]

[crimsonflower]

[Edelgard jumps a little at the touch, but she's quick to settle again. He'll find she doesn't have much use for padding. Only just enough to hide the hardening of a nipple should a chill find its way to her skin. Edelgard's size is a respectable handful, but because of her petite body they sometimes look a little bigger than they actually are.

Meanwhile her head is spinning at his suggestion. Concubine? Sure, emperors in Adrestia take on many lovers because the it's seen as a duty to produce an heir with a crest, but she never expected doing so for herself. But then again she never considered monogamy either.]

You probably wouldn't want that.

[After all... Hubert would force the other man to hold himself to much higher (and probably stricter) standards.]

[meltinglight]

Perhaps not forever...but your campaign will end, ne?

[Remember that, Edelgard? The work which needed to be done? Has he distracted from it so soon? His palms cover her breasts in identical holds as if taking the supporting role away from her clothes. They're lovely little mounds, and he is getting hard. Can she feel it? He presses up against her, the height difference never more pronounced.

Besides, if Hubert wanted to dominate him that way... If he could convince him to yield his steely cock every once in a while Tomoe would gladly take a spanking. Not that he would ever truly hurt Edelgard. Anyway, it had only been a spur of the moment thought to plant. Tomoe's fingers find purchase and press tighter into her breasts, pushing the softness between them.]

[crimsonflower]

[That's right! Her work! Her attention whips back towards the mounds of papers on her desk, but before she can make for them Tomoe acts. His ministrations make her want to melt, and the feeling of his erection against her rear jolts hot desire up her spine. Edelgard hesitates for a moment as her body wants to relent, but she doesn't allow it.

Edelgard, mustering her will, attempts to walk for her desk. There's no protest, no batting him or pushing him away. He is welcome to follow, and will not be deterred from latching on once again.]

Not any time soon if I don't get my work done.

[meltinglight]

[Heh. A smirk crosses his features as he watches the sudden realization. Even if it had only been temporary, she -had- been distracted by that idea. Maybe later, she would think of it on a lonely night and accept his invitation.

For now, he is content to be disengaged. Why not, when it allows him and stalk her retreating figure - and smack her ass?

It is a playfully forceful strike. Edelgard is a tank compared to Tomoe; he had just had his arms around her and knew with fair judgment that striking her wouldn't hurt. Not that she has a lot of cushion back there. Maybe he should feed her cake in bed?]

[crimsonflower]

[Edelgard works out plenty, which means she has an ass you could bounce a coin off of. Though she does keep it well hidden under skirts, usually. Really though, the smack startles her. Especially so because the sound it makes.]

Tomoe!

[meltinglight]

[ >:3c ]

Yes? Was there something amiss?

[As if he were a perfectly innocent prince. Tomoe seizes her failure to reach for any of those poor, neglected papers and documents to begin undressing her from behind. She is wearing far too many things, by which he means a-n-y thing. Intent on evoking the children's fairy tale and transforming her into the Emperor With No Clothes, his deft fingers go on the attack.]

[crimsonflower]

[She huffs, and is about to retort when he starts reaching to unlatch the skirt of her dress from the bodice. Fine! If he's going to play that way she'll get back to work. Though she hadn't been able to get back to the seat of her desk. For now she just has to make due with being on the opposite side and grabbing the paperwork from their stacks.

The first thing to deal with is budgeting for restoration efforts. The Kingdom took a vicious hit from the campaign because they were harboring the archbishop. However now that she has been ousted it's time to help the people there rebuild.]

[meltinglight]

[There is a certain level of inefficiency in his efforts. Tomoe will get the job done in time but he is no hurry, unwilling to skip the pleasure of exploring her body for the first time. His hands are warm and alternate between gentle caresses, practical unlatching of pesky bodice and above, then rougher clutches at her waist, hips and lower.]

As you crush your enemies, will you crush me between your thighs~?

[He slides his hand along her and nudges the covered, insistent outline of his cock wherever it can find purchase. For now, he won't attack her sex but only because there is so much goodness to be had elsewhere.]

[crimsonflower]

[Eventually the skirt falls away from her bodice and hips. It reveals her powerful legs and the white panties underneath. Of which the crotch is just ever so slightly damp, though bound to get damper as Tomoe continues.

When Tomoe asks his question she clutches the paperwork hard enough to gently crumple the sides. And when he presses his tented lower half against her she bites her bottom lip. Edelgard can feel the heat of desire slowly spreading through her like a poison. Her desire like an ache that throbs at her core.

She continues to ignore him, but unwittingly her back arches. Poising herself in a better position for him to play around with her.]

I suppose that depends on how well you prove yourself.

[meltinglight]

[White! His weakness. If he had been asked for a wager after a performance in a tavern or the like, he would have surely been fleeced on black. Stop making him swoon! He can only get so erect!]

Ah-ah~ Don't issue a challenge you desire to lose. That's unethical, dearest Emperor.

[Teasing her verbally and physically, Tomoe squeezes her midsection below her ribs and kneels behind her. Oh dear, those unfortunate budget records. Must they bear the brunt of her restraint? When Tomoe is right there?! He is jealous.

Massaging her just above the knees, he vaguely regrets not wearing armour on his own. Well, there's carpet. He drops his touch to start working on her legs coverings. Meanwhile, he is simply too amused by the thought to hold back from planting his lips on her derrière. How's this, Edelgard? A humble song-slinger, kissing ass. Over her angelic panties at first, one, two, down to exposed skin, three, four.]

[crimsonflower]

[Desires to lose!? And what made him think that? He may be right, though. White, however, is 'practical' because it can be washed in one of Hubert's chemical compounds, and left out to dry - thus returning it to the original color should a monthly cycle stain it. Black she would save for special occasion lingerie.

At least the greaves and the cloth that protects her from them are easy to remove. She'll even kindly lift her feet should he want to pull the stocking-like cloth completely off. Edelgard's skin comes alive as he touches her. Vellus hairs standing on end as she shivers in anticipation.

With a deep breath she will attempt to return to her business. Flipping to the next page to review the list of buildings and infrastructure that took damage.]

As if you have any right to speak of "unethical" as you strip an emperor as she works.

[An empty jab, really. She knows she has the power here, and half the thrill is letting him have his way despite all the ways she could lord such power over him. Becoming an open book to be perused at someone's leisure has its appeal. Or perhaps the reversal is what's appealing. Instead of making him do what she wants, letting him do what he wants is... liberating.]

[meltinglight]

[Mm, is the emperor ticklish? Does Tomoe want to die? He is sorely tempted to flutter her feet to uncover the truth but lest she stab him in the guts for his impudence, he chooses not to do it. Instead he merely de-socks her with ease and tucks away the thought for a time when she may be less likely to step on him. Or...more likely? 🤔

Smooching her bottom a few more times makes his lips tingle. Her little shivers do not go unnoticed and he imagines if he weren't so selfish he may be hurrying but a slow torture is what many of her enemies dream of inflicting but only Tomoe is in position to do. He runs his hands up her legs - do they get this treatment often? And spikes his tongue down the cleft of her ass, still covered. Not for long, though.

As soon as she has both legs and feet bared, Tomoe has another target.]

Yes, I've been told I am something of a demon.

[Amused, he grips her panties on each side and slowly works them down. Slowly, because every inch needs its own kiss, a taste-test, as if he could possibly be missing out on the perfect experience if he were anything but extremely thorough. Laving her up, around, and between the halves makes her damp. In more ways than one. This close, he can breathe in the scent.]

[crimsonflower]

[Just a little longer and those panties would have been damp enough to turn semi-translucent. But he removes them from her, and she's obedient enough to step out of them. When she's back on her feet proper they're shoulder width apart. To keep her balance as he body wants nothing more to melt from being touched so softly, so tenderly. It's a torturous crawl, but it keeps her from being overwhelmed and wanting to quit. Instead he teases and leaves her longing for just a little more each time.

She likes it. She likes the feel of his soft skin against her own. It's unlike when she touches herself. The scars and the callouses breaking her fantasy and causing disgust in herself. Instead he's everything she dreamt of. Cute, soft, and gentle. Everything she cannot give herself. It makes Edelgard feel weak, and increases her longing. By now even her outer lips are wet. He'll see that the emperor keeps herself incredibly well groomed, almost to a fault.]

Ah, you aren't going to curse me if you win, are you?

[meltinglight]

If~?

[Tomoe chuckles, a dark and low sound. Accompanying it is one of shifting fabric, clinking belt and a splitting zipper. He buries his face at the nexus of her thighs and ass, extending his tongue to lick her luxuriously. If her peripheral vision is good enough she may notice the rhythmic way his arm moves - and that her panties are not on the floor with her other clothes. Those are his property now and he's using the pure white fluids-stained fabric to jerk himself off.]

Oh, Edelgard. I already have.

[Now that she is as undressed as he needs her to be, his other hand is free to claim more of her territory. One finger dips between her lips to capture the wetness, pulling it back and making a seriously obscene show of noisily sucking on the taste.]

[crimsonflower]

[Mostly she's been trying to ignore him, but that all falls apart when he starts tonguing her skin insistently. Dropping the papers she goes stiff. Holding herself to prevent her knees from buckling underneath her. Even just listening to him suck so obscenely on his own fingers makes her breath feel heavy.

But what really does her in is looking down. Seeing the barest hint of his hand, his tip, and her panties as he pumps his length. A part of her yearns to just watch him. To stick close and observe as he pleasures himself with her underwear. She wants to know his favorites and his weak spots to use it against him.

But even if losing is already a foregone conclusion Edelgard refuses to give up. She continues to stand at her desk, eyes gazing at the papers before her unfocused, as if she still has a fight to put up. And yet, even then, her hips tilt in such a way to give him better access to her. As if beckoning for more.]

Not y-yet.

[meltinglight]

Such noble determination.

[His voice is a murmur against her as he kisses her skin, once again returning to touch and tease, but never satisfy, where she wants them most. A faintly restrained grunt gives away the increase in those stuttered strokes below; the panties choke his cock. He need to take the edge off - the aroma from her virginal pussy makes him want to lose his mind. Teeth find a perch on her thigh and he nibbles a cloying claim, right before sliding his fingers into her in one deft assault. Deep, deeper, until the width of his hand is fully pressed up and it can lift no more.

A few invasive fucks with his fingers, and that's all. Just a decoy to draw her attention. He stands, sluicing off his dick with a flourish then tucking the cloth into his pocket, hanging down as it is from his pants being opened at the front. It's pretty lewd, given the rest of him is fully covered.

Tomoe lines up behind her. She is presenting and that is unbelievably hot. His cock slides up from behind her, the tip scrapping softly against her but not penetrating. Just rubbing, pushing and jutting up between her muscular thighs to make her juices cling to him.]

Close your legs, Your Majesty. Wouldn't want anyone to mistake you for a wanton whore.

[crimsonflower]

[Her will almost topples at him penetrating her with those fingers. Had Tomoe gone any longer she might have just caved, but then he pulls back. Always giving her a taste, but never a full bite. She wants, she aches, she needs. Hell, she almost asks him to bite her harder on the thighs, to leave a bruise she can idly play with in private as she remembers him, but he's too quick.

Tomoe changes positions, and actually touches her with his bare cock. Edelgard's breath catches in her throat as her eyes blow wide open. She looks down at where his cock juts between her legs and disappears again. The sight is incredibly lewd. In fact she almost moves to touch it when he peeks forward again, but his words catch her.

No one has ever, ever dared to use such language with her! And she's surprised with herself to find that despite how it irks her... it's kind of honestly hot.]

And if I do not? I doubt anyone but you would say such things about me.

[She's not sure if she's being difficult or egging him on. It's terrible to be so out of depth that she's emotionally grasping at straws. How can something so absurd be so exciting? Perhaps she should try harder to convince Hubert next time wait, she's already thinking about a next time?!]

[meltinglight]

[Fufufu. Next time, indeed! The fruit of the idea he has planted. Would it not be exquisite to be the center of two men's attention? Or to simply have Tomoe in her army, at her beck and call? To command his tongue to bathe the sweat and blood off, to have him suckle her breasts as she rides an orgasm on the handle of her axe?

He can sense her weakening resolve. Her scent is powerful, like a wash over all his senses making him salivate. He nestles his mouth to the side of her throat, whispering tendrils of dark promises below her tender earlobe.]

Mm, in that case? What if I spread you in camp for all to see? Tied you limb from limb and exposed your heart -

[He thrusts, still denying her. His cock slides again and again along her outer lips to make it clear which throbbing, slippery part of her he really means.]

- for any and all to pierce? Will you yield only when I violate your chained throat first?

[crimsonflower]

[The mention of chains gets her to cool. Wresting her away from the haze of lust quickly blanketing her mind. When she replies it's low, and soft. Only for him to hear despite the nature of the sound proof study.]

No chains. [It brings up terrible memories of a dungeon and pain.]

Perhaps rope instead.

[If she were ever to truly trust him such a thing might be possible, but restraints are a long way off in their relationship. But now? A fantasy is a fantasy. And if he wants to paint an improbably picture of sex and debauchery... Well, perhaps she's not so adverse to it. In fact she even reaches down to cup the underside of his cock as he thrusts so she ride his shaft more properly. Even her legs close as he asked to provide a bit more pressure.]

[meltinglight]

[Oh, he'd missed the mark. Damn. A faint frown creases his brow. Tomoe kisses her throat gently, lightly caressing his mouth multiple times on her skin between words.]

Apologies... I didn't know. Silk and rose petals, only.

[He embraces her around the waist, holding her without the urgency of arousal. Just giving her a place to relax and belong, to be free of burden if only for a little while. That was truly what he wanted above all else and guilt was the only emotion he felt for having shaken her by calling memories he didn't know existed.

Her engagement was another battle won, but he didn't think it counted since she seemed to be the one apologizing for her own trauma's unwanted shadow. Tomoe's cock was pleasured by the squeeze of her thighs. An almost soothing rhythm carries on, lifted by her hand's heat. She felt so unquenchably hot to him, like her inner fire manifested.]

Do you find it difficult to read these records and ledgers? Shall I make it easier?

[He doesn't explain what he means. But it's a double-edged sword, since his goals are supposedly contrary to hers.]

[crimsonflower]

[Silk and rose petals sound divine, but to be treated like glass does not. A frustration build when he goes soft on her. It makes Edelgard resort to moving her own hips to increase the delightful friction between them. She wants to feel more of him. To taste him. To indulge so thoroughly that she's seeing stars.

Edelgard lets go of his cock. Her hand couldn't have been very comfortable, they really only worked off the bottom half of her clothing and loosened the top half. Her glove is stained with a mixture of her own arousal and Tomoe's pre. The image is intoxicating, and she almost considers a taste before he poses his question.]

Very well. Do what you wish.

[A part of her wants to see how far he intends to push... just so that next time she can get back at him, and see how he likes to be pushed around a little.]

[meltinglight]

[It will take time to find the right balance between glass and steel. Tomoe doesn't know her very well yet. Her strength and deeds speak volumes but underneath the orchestra are quieter notes he can't wait to pick apart and sing back to her.

She yields more and more, he feels her hips moving and a delighted, self-satisfied smile blossoms. Give in, Edelgard! Take, and take more until you are spent. A burned out comet, alight and dark, a phoenix. Ah, he really will write her poetry.

A little discomfort is pleasurable to Tomoe. A twist of rope, sore muscles. Her glove only heightens his desire to strip the nobility off her until she is bare and vulnerable. His cock does miss her touch, though. He huffs at the loss. Even if it is necessary to spread her apart further.

Once he is given permission, push is exactly what he does. Tomoe's hand finds purchase in her beloved, well-groomed hair and messes it the fuck up. He bends her over, forcefully using her head as a guide for the rest of her torso until her forehead is pressed to the desk. If she makes it easier and turns so her cheek hits the papers, that's acceptable.]

Read it to me, Lady Edelgard. Show me your resolve has not weakened.

[He slides the tip of his straining erection upward along her, but not entering. Teasing, pushing up against her cunt. Can her eyes make out any of the letters this close? Seems she won't be granted her wish until she complies. What a dedicated servant to duty.]

[crimsonflower]

[Edelgard's hair is another issue she's sensitive about, so when he grabs it she feels frustration bubble inside her. Compounded by the fact that he handles her so roughly otherwise as well. This is humiliating, but... she can't say she hates it. It's a new experience, and she's ever curious. After all, who else would dare? Who would even consider?

Not one to disappoint, Edelgard is ready with plenty of ammo to comply. She turns her cheek towards the papers, but she's ready to let him know what they say all the same. After all, she was there. She knows what was destroyed and what areas need restoration the most.]

Our focus will be on the cities of Arianrhod and Fhirdiad. Both hit quite hard during the war. With Arianrhod nearly wiped off the map it will need the most focus, but we cannot turn a blind eye to the Holy Kingdom's capitol. With Rhea having set the city on fire while it was sieged, we must encourage the citizens to rebuild. It will help improve morale, and encourage them to survive through the harsh winters Faerghus is known for.

[Her voice wavers, and sometimes breaks. Mostly when his hard shaft drags close to her clit or teases her entrance without the mercy of breaching her. Though, funny enough, to bring up Arianrhod...]

Did you know Arianrhod was known as the Silver Maiden? The city was known for being an impenetrable fortress.

[Some have probably said the same about Edelgard, though they'd sing a different tune if they could see the way her cunt glistens under the ambient light. Slick with the evidence of her own arousal. So wet, ready, and willing.]

[meltinglight]

[The fastidiousness of her grooming above and below gave Tomoe the hint he needed to consider an assault on her hair would yield an emotional reaction. He wouldn't be the first to claim beauty can be born of a certain level of destruction, and the sight of her becoming more pink-faced and disheveled would carnally satisfy any hot-blooded man.

Her voice quivers much alongside the suggestively rhythmic but unsatisfying thrusts between her thighs. It's a precious sound, Edelgard losing her composure. It's taking a mountain's worth of effort to keep his own and only the assurance that he will be sheathed very soon is keeping his control from breaking. Her bent-over body, her dripping pussy, the cracks in her voice as she intones as all rare treasures and he won't do anything less than savour every inch she relinquishes.]

Mn- With enough tenacity -- I find any fortress is penetrable -!

[With a forceful thrust, he slides into her eager, slick hole. He has been holding back too and moans at the sweet reward, faintly trembling at his own pleasure, at how ripe to be fucked she feels inside. His grip on her hair tightens and he doesn't hesitate to beat into her with full, lusty intention of not stopping until she's been as unmade as any woman can be.]

[crimsonflower]

[Her whole body jolts when he enters, and Edelgard practically yelps. Honestly... yeah, she had practically invited that, hadn't she? She winces a little while trying to adjust to the feeling of being so thoroughly filled. Is he large, or is she just small? The fit is fit is tight, but he entered without issue — probably due to all that mischievous foreplay he did beforehand.

Briefly her breath hitches when his grip tightens. He'll even feel the walls of her pussy twitch when it happens. She may be a nonbeliever, but by the Saints she'll get him back for this. A little probing will have to happen first. Gauge if he likes restraints himself, or whatever else. And then edge him until he begs for release. Make Tomoe bathe in his own release as he comes hard—

The start of him properly fucking her cuts her thoughts short. Edelgard groans as she grips the desk, but tries to stifle such truly obscene sounds by returning to her previous task.]

During restoration efforts I will —ah... I will have to negotiate with the Bergliez family to forward precious food resources to Faerghus. As they... as they rebuild they will likely need for plenty. The last decade has been quite harsh on the crops of the north, and so the people will need—!

[Oh, this is definitely much more difficult than she thought. Especially since being fucked makes her voice sound wholly undignified.]

[meltinglight]

[She could not have invited that more openly if she'd penned the letter in the nude and sealed the envelope with the samestyle milky fluid that is sloshing all over his cock right now.

As surmised, that thickness was filling her up with an uncommon size. The foreplay was not only entertainment; all those delicious wet sounds coming from between her powerful thighs were from very necessary lubrication. The tight fit has his eyes rolling back every now and then - it's lucky he doesn't need to recite poetry or crop inventory or border marker towns' names because he is trilling and grunting wordlessly, yet quietly in an attempt not to interrupt her.

Edelgard quavering is too good a victorious melody to waste it with hearing his own voice. But it's so difficult to be perfectly restrained. All his growly little huffs match the inward thrusts - which are taking on a less and less patient and respectful air. He wants to ruin her like he'd ruined her hair. Her pussy is so sweet, it's scent filling the space around them and if he weren't already balls-deep inside her the aroma sound would have him wanting to tongue-fuck her until he drowned.

Anyway, he's had enough diligent reporting, tyvm. If Edelgard won't yet fall into obscenity he will drag her down to Hell until sinning is the only option. Without pausing his thrusts, Tomoe plucks her white panties from where he'd stolen them to bring home as a trophy, and gallantly tucks them in her mouth. Pshoo, pshoo, like a dainty napkin, his fingers poking the wadded up fabric past her teeth. If she bites? It's a risk he appears to be willing to take (aka, not a deterrent at all).]