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[Oh, that's nice. She almost even gets a chance to grope him, her favorite! And then-oh.

Lovely kiss, but the dress was in the way. She pushed herself up, carefully, half distracted, still trying to kiss as she tried to show him the quick way to pop her dress open.

Which is basically pressing down firmly, going underneath the middle knot, and yanking up. She figured out how to put in an emergency pull off with her dresses early on, thank frick.

Which would more or less leave her in a underbust corset, and nothing else.]

[Thank the gods for Caren's forward-thinking because while Ozymandias is more than capable of summoning the patience for it, the complexity of the garments in this world realistically shouldn't be tolerated by anyone in their right mind. With her dress loosened, Ozymandias begins pulling it off her. His mouth trails after it as he exposes more of her skin, kissing and nipping on her shoulder down her collar bone and further still over the top of one of her breasts. Quite intentionally, he stops short to let her pull her arms free from their sleeves. With her arms free, Ozymandias tugs her dress down further to her hips, leaving it there for the moment as he looks at her.]

[He wants her. That much is plainly obvious with how much darker his eyes are with desire. But she is more than something to be desired. Caren is, in some ways, precious to Ozymandias. He does not treat nor look at her as a delicate or fragile, but she is undeniably important. And that is why it no matter how many times they have come close to this, Ozymandias has not crossed that line. She is not someone he is willing to so easily gamble with.]

Had I known that exactly this would be awaiting me, [he says as a hand lightly traces her curves.] I might have allowed you to seduce me sooner.

[Ozymandias kisses her a few times, his hand massaging her breast until he rolls her nipple between his fingers. When he breaks the kisses again, he stays close to her, keeping his voice low and quiet.]

Now that you've managed to find your way into my bed, what would you ask of Pharaoh?

[Honesty, if they plan for a tryst, she's just going to go for a simple robe and some fun lingerie. And maybe not the lingerie, if she's in a hurry.

Specially if touches her like this again. His lips feel like praise, and his touch feels like worship- and she feels wanted. That his eyes see her, and not just a beautiful woman in his bed.

And she sees him too- the man who she trusts, who she's opened to slowly and has become so precious to her despite herself. The depth of her feelings and desire is startling- it crept up on her, and maybe on him too.]

If I'd known that, I'd have just laid on your bed naked.

[It would have been easy. She reached down, and while she tried not not to squirm, she opened up, and threw the corset away.

She wanted to feel him against her skin, faded welts, whip marks, and all. The pain would be worth it. He could kiss all of it away. Her nipple had already pebbled under his grasp.]

Strip,

[She started off, and kissed him harder, her hands cupping his face. Sorry, kisses were distracting.]

I want to see everything, dear Pharaoh. If you give me a moment, I'll ravish you as much as you may desire.

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[The marks along her skin do not escape his notice altogether, but returning her kiss disrupts him from taking complete stock of what she has revealed to him for the moment. He does not pity her for any of it. Just because her hardships manifest in a far more tangible form like this does not give him any reason to break his promise to her months ago that he would never act towards her with pity.]

That is quite the promise to make to me, [he teases, pressing upon her lips a briefer kiss than the one she bestowed upon him.]

[He would kiss her for longer, but to remove the rest of his clothes, he needs to pull away from her more than he is at present. Thus, to indulge in that particular desire right now would be somewhat counterproductive. But there is more than just her lips that he can kiss and so Ozymandias begins a possessive trail down her chest and stomach. His kisses and nips against her skin go as low as he can, not shying away from the fading harms of the past, until angle and not wanting to indulge her too much just yet give him cause to abandon his conquest.]

[Besides, he has a request to fulfill and he does so, letting the rest of his clothes join the others now littering the floor or barely hanging on to the edge of the bed.]

One I'm quite willing to fulfill.

[She can feel herself smiling as she kisses him back. And while she'd be happy to draw him down, clothing and all, she wants to see. She wants to see everything he's willing to show her, and enjoy the view.

And give him back every kiss, every touch and nip he gave her just then. Just because she could-and not as a reward for fulfilling his promise. But first-she needed to see. His body was lovely, and if she didn't think it'd feed his ego over much, truly god-like. Servants really were lucky- they often were far more beautiful then a human ever good be.

She stood up, slowly, letting her dress fall to the floor, the corset fall completely to the bed. She still wore her panties but-she could easily pull the ribbons they kept them up in a moment or two.

First she had to come closer. Caren leaned in, kissing his chest-right where her face usually rested when they cuddled up close.]

You know, [She murmured as she started kissing and nipping his exposed chest, slowly working her way down,] It may become a requirement for you to be nude some visits.

[Her eyes flicked up as she sunk down to kiss his hips and thighs.]

Thought you ought to know.

[Unsurprisingly, there isn't even the faintest hint of shyness to Ozymandias as Caren looks him over before rising to her feet. She clearly doesn't need to say anything to fuel his ego. Although her intention of moving closer to him so very clearly differs from all the times and ways she's sought to be close, his hand still comes to rest at the small of her back. It trails for a moment along her side as Caren lowers herself, leaving her for a moment before brushing some of her hair aside to still see her eyes. The heat of her mouth against his skin stirs his desires.]

A requirement? [He chuckles.] Has indulging you just this once already managed to make you so greedy?

Not at all.

[His hand is warm. Comfortable. Soothing, for all his fingers made her want to lean in and squirm. She could blame the cat in her in enjoying attention and pets.]

Merely saving you from overheating.

[Her kisses and nips skip over a rather obvious spot, going down over his knees, his calves, before kissing the tops of his feet.]

I would be most vexed if you were unable to continue because you were too heated from your clothes and my fur. Even if clothed humping would be enjoyable.

[As she sinks lower, she moves beyond his reach and Ozymandias' hand falls away from her entirely, leaving their only point of contact to be with each kiss and nip along his legs. As one might expect, it only draws his attention more to what she decides to skip over and makes her teasing all the worse.]

You have quite the talent for making anything for your benefit sound like a kindness towards me.

[And yet, he does not seem to mind.]

[She's just being a big tease. But she kisses her way back up his legs, her hands coming up to caress his hips.]

Because it is, isn't it?

[She smiles up at him, her hand smoothing over his stomach. Cheeky thing.]

All flirtations aside-if I may?

[And she gestures towards. Well.

You know where.]

I was promised indulgences, was I not?

[And besides, teasing for too long just gets to be rude!]

So you were. But sometimes, I am polite.

[Caren are you ever really polite. Isn't that just teasing.

Still...she smiles, and leans in, raining kisses on his cock, hands moving down to grasp him. Well, one hand does. The other smooths over his hip as she starts licking and taking him into her mouth, bit by bit.

Seems she favors certain parts of his body, even if it's subconsciously.]

[He doesn't bother with pointing out that she's rarely if ever actually all that polite. It seems a terribly rude thing for him to do anyway, especially when each press of her lips is a show of goodwill in making good on her promise. Ozymandias' breath hitches subtly as she licks him. As finally her lips wrap themselves around him, his hand finds and covers hers on his hip.]

[Yeah it wouldn't be good to point it out right then. He might end up getting pinched for it.

Instead, she moved her hand so their fingers could intertwine.

Don't tease her for being romantic Oz, not when she's slowly working her mouth over warm skin.]

[Ozymandias allows their fingers to intertwine when her hand shifts. He has no reason or need to tease her for the action, not when he was the one to first seek out her hand. That sort of intimacy, it seems, has been there for a while now between the two of them and it is a natural, easy thing to do. It would perhaps be more alien and discomforting now for the two of them to be detached from one another.]

[As she takes more of Ozymandias' cock into her mouth, he begins running the fingers of his other hand through her hair in wordless praise.]

[It's something she'll remember later-the sensation of their fingers intertwined as she tastes him. The stroking of her hair has her lean in, and nuzzle him-more cat-like then she meant to, pressing against his hand.

It was fine. She pulled back though, trying not to choke-or reveal one of her cat-like behaviors.

And to cover it up, she pressed forward again, establishing a slow rhythm. No need to rush. The fact they were doing this was enough.]

[As she nuzzles at him and inadvertently creates her own motivation for establishing her rhythm, Ozymandias' breath hitches and his grip on her hand momentarily tightens. But he does not become impatient when she sets the pace slow. There is something equally enticing in allowing the exploration of their bodies be something a little more drawn out. He still, after all, possesses the desire to claim every inch of her skin for himself, to know every little spot that will leave her trembling and pleading. Why should she not be afforded the same?]

[He does not try to suppress anything. Soft sounds escape Ozymandias as her head bobs and her tongue pulses against him.]

[His reaction, quiet as it is, is motivation. Motivation to please him, kneel for him and-of course-offer a slow, sweet torment, knowing once he gets his hands on her, she'll most likely melt under his touch.

She nearly did when he was touching her before.

Her thumb brushed over the top of his hand, greedy for touch.

It was a minute-two, even three-before she started to move in closer. Careful, so she wouldn't overdo it in her excitement, and be able to deep throat him for more then a second. It took a few tries, taking more and more of him into her mouth until she was able to take him in completely, her nose brushing against hair and skin.

Don't sneeze, don't sneeze...Caren peeked up at him, ears twitching. She thought he'd like it but...she wanted to see for herself.]

[Her assumption is correct. The further she takes him in her mouth, the more Ozymandias needs to expend conscious thought to not buck his hips and thrust himself in further. By the time she manages to take him fully, Ozymandias' fingers have curled tight in her hair and she has him near-breathless. He's tense in trying to remain still for her.]

Caren...

[She's pushing him. But his fingers in her hair like that...she squirmed, and had to close her eyes. Ah, it was tempting just to stay like this and make him growl but-

Slowly, she pulled back, as much as she could with his hand buried in her locks.]

What do you want...?

[Caren pulls back and it is simultaneously the greatest and worst thing she could have possibly done. His grip is able to loosen somewhat on her hair and once her mouth is off him, that need to move is able to quieten considerably. But to be left only with the heat of her breath as she speaks after that is frustrating, too; the action is met with a groan.]

[And so, it ends up being one piece of relief exchanged for another desire. He does not answer her question immediately, instead pressing upon her this very fact.]

You're being exceptionally cruel.

[To that, she just. Smiled up at him.

And slowly dragged her drag against him, before pulling back again.]

Is that your way of telling me to stop, or that you need more?

[Ozymandias' next breath is so sharp, it's more hiss than anything else as she continues to tease him. While not unheard of necessarily, it is a very rare thing for Caren to have this much of the upper-hand when it comes to teasing, and she's clearly enjoying it.]

More...

[Usually she's the one that grows all flustered and breathless first. It was good to see him be the flustered on for once.]

I thought so.

[She leaned in, offering him a nuzzle.]

You have my permission to move, if that's what you need.

[Gently, she took his hands, and laid them on her head.]

Here.

[And with That, she slowly took him back into her mouth.]

6,000 years later!!

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