digitizedsouls | (psl) we all got secrets, so are you gonna keep it

[For that Hilda gives Kaeya a rough tug on his hair, pulling his head back and exposing the line of his neck. She buries her face in it, although for now she refrains from biting again.]

Ass.

[But she doesn't deny it. The game she's playing with the lesser noble's son has left her without a good outlet for her needs, and the way he's so close to her only brings that fact into sharper relief. It's an opening she's certain Kaeya will take advantage of, but she'll be damned if she doesn't go down without a fight.]

Edited 2021-09-23 22:19 (UTC)

[ That sharp tug sends a sting of pain through his scalp, something that sits just on the right side of good, and he sucks in a breath through clenched teeth. With his throat so exposed, he quietly braces himself for the sharp sensation of another bite, but it doesn’t come. At least not yet. Hilda’s breath is warm against his skin, as much of a threat as the fingers in his hair. ]

That just won’t do.

[ His gaze flicks down to what he can see of the top of her head. He realizes they’re teetering on some precipice, where the next moments will decide who wrests control and who gives in. ]

Someone ought to take care of you, Princess.

[ Now there’s a nickname he only breaks out in the bedroom, usually in those moments where he has her flushed and moaning beneath him. He knows very well that he’s really testing his luck by letting it pass his lips now, but that’s part of the fun. ]

[Fuck.

Hilda has the physical advantage in this battle between them, but that doesn't matter. He has the psychological edge, and she realizes in the moments between his words all of her unforced errors. She invited him into her space. She let him take the drink and establish the terms of the exchange. She got too excited too quickly, betrayed by her own sexual frustration. She let him see her cards, and of course he zeroed in on the one that left her most vulnerable. All things considered, she never stood a chance.

"Princess" is the final nail in the coffin, a calculated risk that pays off for him. The word settles itself right between her legs, and it's only by the grace of her self-control that she doesn't make a noise from that alone.

The hand in his hair twitches ever so slightly before she regains her hold, repositioning his head as she pulls back just enough to press her face close to his and look him in the eye. She's lost this time, but that doesn't mean she has any intentions of being gentle.]

And that someone's going to be you?

[It's the closest thing to an actual concession that he's going to get.]

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[ That slight pause, the shifting of her fingers against his scalp, is more telling than anything, and Kaeya knows that he’s won. That little nickname had just as much of a chance as igniting her ire as it did her passion, but it seems the gamble paid off. He’ll let her play at still having the upper hand for now, but it’s only a matter of time before she unravels for him.

Another tug of his hair brings their gazes together, and oh, how Kaeya is reveling in his victory already. His lips curve into a knowing smirk, the fire of want and thrill of winning shining in one ice-colored eye. ]

Who else would it be?

[ The hand that he’s kept braced against the couch slides into her hair, drifting up to the place where she keeps it bound at the back of her head. ]

Certainly not some spoiled lordling who doesn’t know what you want. What you need.

[ She will likely need a new hair tie. Ice sparks from his fingertips, gathering on the elastic band to make it brittle and hard, and he snaps it free with a simple flick of his wrist to send her locks unfurling over her shoulders, down her back. ]

[Part of Hilda wants to be angry that she's been so outplayed, especially given the way he's smirking at her about it. She's generally not a gracious loser, her years of being a Goneril instilling in her the idea that such an outcome is unacceptable, but the more he keeps talking the less she cares. Weaved into his words are promises to leave her completely and utterly undone when this is over, and the excitement of it is quickly overtaking her need to be in control. And really, this is more true to form--being in charge is effort, and isn't it always better to have someone else do that for her?

That's what she tells herself, anyway.

Her eyes slip closed at the feel of his hand in her hair, and a soft sigh escapes her lips when the band snaps and her hair falls around her. She releases the fist in his hair, sliding her hand down his neck and collarbone to his chest, where she grips tightly to the fabric she finds there.]

Lucky me that it's you here instead of him.

[Let the unraveling begin.]

[ The fabric of his shirt is not a terribly heavy affair, light and airy beneath her fingers, and left unbuttoned just enough to give a peek of his chest. Her grip tugs it askew, revealing the long line of his collar bone. He chuckles, the sound dark and low and breathy as she concedes at last. ]

That’s my girl.

[ The tips of his fingers, still chilled from the use of his magic, drift along the line of her jaw, coaxing her to tilt her head up and bear her throat to him. When she does, and surely she will, he leans in to work his mouth along her neck. The press of sweet kisses sit in sharp contrast to the sting of teeth as he nips at her skin. As he leans in to explore her, the leg he has braced between hers presses against the heat of her - a happy consequence of their positions, but he is interested to see just how worked up she really is. ]

[Hilda hates how much she enjoys the way he speaks to her in moments like this after she's acquiesced to him, cocksure and possessive like she's an object he's just won. In a way, she supposes that she is--and goddess knows she's not much different when it's her that comes out on top. But the way that his words burrow themselves under her skin, bending her to his every whim and making her want him to treat her like she belongs to him, says things about herself that she'd rather not consider.

Next time--and there will be a next time, she knows--she'll have to overtake him before he has the chance to get inside her head.

The cool touch of his fingers send a light tremble through her, and she doesn't resist in the slightest when he tilts her chin upwards and begins to help himself to her throat. The first bite causes her to take in a sharp breath of air that's released when he follows it up with another soft kiss. He's playing with her, and the way that he's keeping her guessing is more intoxicating than the vodka was.

He'll find that she's quite worked up, short skirt ridden up to her hips and the thin fabric of her panties starting to soak through. The pressure of his leg pressing up against her causes her to gasp, a noise that she attempts to conceal with a small laugh that's heavy with desire.]

I really needed this.

[She's already lost; there's nothing to lose further at this point by being honest about how much she's enjoying it.]

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[ There are a great many things about his relationship with Hilda that neither of them care to step back and examine. The fire she lights in him, for one. The way she looks so pretty beneath him that it makes him want to control and claim and carefully take her apart, piece by lovely piece.

She truly does bring out the worst in him, here more than anywhere else. In battle, he revels in the looks of fear and uncertainty in the eyes of allies and enemies alike. With Hilda, it’s her hunger that he desires more than anything else. ]

Just this?

[ He breathes it out against her skin, his tone somehow both amused and breathless with want. He can feel her heat through the fabric of his pants, moisture starting to seep into the place where his leg presses against her. He’d bet she’s been worked up and wanting from the beginning, and the thought thrills him. ]

Why, Princess— [ he punctuates that use of her nickname with a subtle shifting of his thigh. ] –We’ve only just begun.

[ His teeth find her skin again, as he clamps down hard enough to for sure leave a mark, though as a courtesy he makes sure to mark her someplace she can easily conceal with a shirt. A little private reminder of just who she belongs to, something for her to see when she looks in the mirror in the morning. He bites and sucks until her skin goes pink, then laves the sting away with a pass of his tongue. ]

Not just this. Don't be stupid.

[Even worked up like she is, absolute deference is not a thing that Hilda Valentine Goneril does gracefully. Or at all, usually. To date Kaeya's the only one who's managed to wrangle it out of her--but they're not quite there yet. Even as worked up as she is, there are still pieces to be removed and set aside before she ends up completely submissive and staring up at him like he's the only thing that matters.

It wouldn't be any fun for either of them if she came apart too easily, after all.

The way in which he shifts against her causes her to hum softly in approval--a noise that's cut off by a sharp yelp when teeth sink into skin. It hurts, and he lingers on the spot to ensure that he leaves a mark, but goddess the pain feels nice. She loves being on the receiving end of roughness about as much as she enjoys being rough with him. The mark will annoy her tomorrow when she has to dress around it and she has the full mental clarity to see it for what it is, but for now this is exactly what she wants from him.]

[ The smart whip-crack of a reply makes him laugh. Wearing Hilda down is a slow erosion, a careful application of teeth and tongue, teasing touches and delicious friction that works its way through her stubborn personality to the molten core at her center. They’re nowhere near that far gone, so he should know to expect her to bite back when he runs his mouth at her.

Encouraged by the way she reacts when his teeth dig into her skin, he crowds more heavily into her space, shifting his head back up to claim her lips again. It’s less a kiss and more a bite in its own right, his teeth catching on her lower lip with a soft sound that might have been a growl. His leg shifts away from her only so that his hand can take its place, long fingers slipping between her legs to tease her through her panties.

He wants to see how long it takes before she gets impatient and either demands to be undressed or starts to take matters into her own hands - another private little game he plays with himself in the heat of the moment. ]

[Despite herself, Hilda can't help but smile as Kaeya laughs and re-approaches. It's crooked, and a more than a little devilish, but those traits make it no less earnest. She enjoys hearing him laugh, especially when she's the one to draw it out of him.

The moment passes quickly, and his bite to her bottom lip draws a moan out of her. A much deeper moan follows when he slips a hand downward to tease where she needs his attention the most. The tease brings some bit of relief, pleasure coursing through her from careful movements, but it isn't nearly enough. She rolls her hips up into his touch in a silent plea for more.

Hilda is familiar with many of the games Kaeya plays, both in his head and with her, when they find themselves in positions like these. This game, however, is not one she's caught on to--most likely because she tends to be distracted by his ministrations and her own impatience. It's also a game that tends to end quickly, and tonight is no exception. Eager to shed layers both to give him better access and to compensate for how quickly her body is heating up, she wriggles out of her oversized cardigan. She then breaks away from him so that she can pull her top off and toss it out of the way. Her bra stays on, at least for now.

Once her hands are free from that task, she reaches over and curls one finger under the fabric of his own shirt, tugging at it lightly.]

Now you.

[It's hardly a command, although she really would like it to be. It's difficult to focus with his hands working the magic that they are, and her voice comes out heavy and breathless rather than with any kind of authority.]

[ Those noises she makes are music to his ears, and no matter how many times he’s able to draw moans and gasps and cries out of her, he has yet to tire of it. He grins, something sharp and far too pleased, before he swoops in again to claim her lips, drinking down her noises of pleasure almost greedily.

As ever, his game of trying Hilda’s patience is short-lived. Her fuse is often quite short, but sometimes he considered letting her in on the competition. Perhaps she might offer some resistance then, and he can really try his hand at driving her crazy. He maintains the heat of their kiss for as long as he can while she wriggles out of her initial layers, though he has to pull away when she tugs her top off. ]

Mm. What’s the magic word?

[ Said as one of his fingers slides past the fabric of her underwear to tease her further, tracing lazy circles around her clit. ]

[Hilda is not quiet with any partner--she's having sex to have a good time, and she's going to make sure that people know it. But she's especially unrestrained with him. They're already more open with each other than most, in their own dark way. Noises of pleasure pale in comparison to that, when it comes to things she might be ashamed of.

The finger on her clit causes her to breathe in sharply, followed by a slow and shaky release. Fuck, he too good at working her up.]

A-actually, keep your hands right where they are. Please.

[Just because she's changed her request doesn't mean she's forgotten what he's asked of her. If anything the "please" is more important now, just shy of begging him to keep taking her apart.

She unhooks her finger from his shirt and ghosts her fingers over the topmost button.]

I've got this, if you'll let me.

[The request for permission doesn't strike her as anything unusual, but it's a sign that she's slowly but surely slipping further under him.]

[ That particular sort of please wasn’t the one he was asking after, but he’s not about to complain when there’s want just a touch of desperation behind the word instead of impatience. He always enjoys pulling a “please” past her lips, no matter the context, and this time is no different.

There’s not much that Kaeya misses, about their interactions or in general. He’s always ready to zero in on the slightest detail and commit it to memory, and while Hilda might not be aware of her request for permission as anything strange, he knows just what it means. His lips curve upward knowingly, hungrily, as he glances down at her hand on his chest, and then at her. ]

Go on. Undress me.

[ It’s an acquiescence as much as an order, subtle and smooth though it is. As if to reward her for even seeking permission, he eases aside the fabric of her panties to brush his thumb over her clit, the motions more sure instead of simply teasing. One of his fingers brushes past her entrance once, twice, before slipping inside her. ]

[A smile spreads across Hilda's face, and she responds with a voice that's little more than a purr.]

Yes, sir.

[Okay, that reaction she recognizes for what it is. He's giving orders now, and she's happy to comply. She starts the process of unbuttoning the rest of his shirt, her movements less certain than she'd like thanks to the distraction of his fingers. Despite the setback (wonderful as it is), she makes decently quick work of it and pulls his shirt open and down his shoulders. And, because she honestly cannot help herself, she leans in and presses a kiss to his collarbone.

He rewards her obedience by working her in earnest, playing her like an instrument with deft movements that draw a groan from deep within her. She curses softly under her breath, resting her forehead against his shoulder and allowing herself a few moments to simply enjoy what he's doing to her.

She doesn't lose herself in it for too long, however. She can't--she's not in control here. Once she has enough of her wits back to realize as much, she reaches down and slips her fingers a couple inches down the waistband of his pants.]

These too?

[ The breathless way she calls him “sir” strikes hot sparks in him, makes his grin all the more broad and satisfied, like he’s a cat toying with its prey. He does most certainly enjoy himself when their roles are reversed, but there’s something about being the one to come out on top that he especially likes. He enjoys molding her with his hands, taking this absolute rock of a warrior woman and rendering her soft and supple. Every moment feels like victory.

She falls against him while his hand works between her legs, fingers deftly pressing into her heat, and he lets her. She’ll come back to herself soon enough, and if she doesn’t, well, they’ll just have to deal with that. He keeps an eye on what he can see of her, the way she breathes and shudders and curses under his touch. It’s good, so very good.

When her wits finally return and her fingers drift to his waistband, he pulls away from her, withdrawing his hand and straightening where he kneels on the couch cushions. It’s easy to tell that he’s worked up himself, with the way he strains against his pants, so very eager to be set free. Her question is left to hang in the air a moment while he brings his fingers up to his mouth, tongue slipping from between his lips to slide over every slick digit. He laps up the taste of her with a satisfied little groan. ]

Yes. [ He says at last, fingertips still pressed to his own lips in quiet ecstasy. ] Those too.

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[Hilda draws back slightly and watches Kaeya with rapt attention, chewing her bottom lip to keep from making a sound from the ache that settles between her legs as he licks his fingers clean. For all the effect it's having on her, he might as well be licking her in earnest. If she's lucky, eventually he will.

Of course, she'll have to earn it.

He gives the go-ahead, and she wastes no time in reaching over and opening the fly of his pants. She doesn't waste time with touches and teases, despite the temptation to do so--order or no order, she wants to see him naked. A few strong tugs, a bit of bodily rearranging on their respective parts, and she has pants and underthings quickly pulled down to his ankles.

After taking a pause to appreciate her handiwork (and what wonderful work it is--he's a glorious sight, undressed like this), Hilda slips to the floor and kneels at his feet. The gesture is a bit on the nose, sure, but she intends for it to be. It's a means of communicating that she's finally done putting up resistances, ready for him to take control of her however he sees fit.

From her vantage point on the floor, she grins at him. He's the cat that caught the canary, but that canary is ready to have the time of her life in the process.]

[ Ah, now there’s the impatience he expects from her, something that manifests itself as straightforwardness, making her take the shortest distance between where she is and what she wants without troublesome teasing.

He eases himself off the couch as she works his pants over his hips, leaving them to slide down his legs and pool on the floor. An easy motion of his foot is enough to push them aside once he steps out of them, and he’s left in nothing but the thin, flowing fabric of his shirt still draped about his elbows like some sort of cape. It can stay there for now, he decides, if only because the sight of Hilda on her knees has his full attention.

Long fingers thread through her hair and flex against her scalp, though he doesn’t move to pull and tug just yet. He takes a moment to savor that look in her eyes, that hungry edge to her smile. ]

Go on. Let’s put that pretty mouth of yours to work.

[Hilda may be mesmerized by him, but not so muchso that she's lost herself in all of this. And certainly not to the degree that she intends to be passive about her wants and needs. She's not above being a pillow queen with lesser men who want to "dominate" her, but Kaeya isn't those men. He's all of her vices made flesh. She'd be remiss if she gave him any less than her unfiltered self.

His hand in her hair causes her to shiver a little. It's gentle, but she knows from experience that it won't be for long. The anticipation of not knowing when the change in how he's holding her will happen adds a delightful thrill to what he's told her to do.]

Gladly~ ♪

[Now that Hilda has gotten what she wanted (for the moment), she's happy to take her time and tease. She starts by slowly running her tongue up the length of him, circling it around the head before pressing her lips to it in a feather-light kiss. The entire time, her gaze is fixated up at him, drinking in his every reaction.]

[ Neither is Kaeya so caught up in the notion of control as to be unyielding. She wouldn’t be Hilda without a hint of mischief in her, even with her wound up and flush with desire, and he loves it when she teases him.

The warm, wet slide of her tongue over his length draws a shuddering sigh out of him. He’s been focusing on her until this point, picking at her frayed edges to slowly pull her apart, so his own desires have been left unaddressed. Even the teasing attentions of her tongue are enough to stoke the fire in him hotter. His eye slips shut, fingers curling in her hair - still just holding, albeit a bit tighter now. Her lips alight on the tip of his cock, kissing away the bead of moisture gathering there, and he breathes out another laugh. ]

Enjoying yourself?

[ He certainly is. ]

[Hilda takes a moment to lick the bit of his moisture from her lips before responding. There's no audience for it--his eye is closed, so he can't see her--but that sort of detail generally doesn't stop her in times like these.]

Of course I am.

[She runs the fingers of one hand up the inside of his thigh, taking the opportunity to just drink in the sight of him. She's a lucky woman indeed, getting to look up at him and watch the effect she's having.]

You're breathtaking, you know.

[Compliments like this from Hilda usually come with a price. They are her most effective tool for manipulation, forcing a social expectation of reciprocation that she immediately takes advantage of to get what she wants. Kaeya's watched her do it countless times in the time they've know each other. She even does it to him, although in his case it's generally the stepping off point of an insincere repartee between them that ends in a 'you owe me.'

But that's not the case here. In this moment, the compliment is nothing more than admiration.

She begins anew, this time taking him wholly into her mouth and slowly lowering herself down his shaft.]

[ He can certainly imagine what she’s doing, and cracks his eye open in time to see her tongue pass over her lips. Lovely. Another little moan slips out of him as her fingers trace along his leg, painting trails of fire over lean muscle and tan skin. ]

Mm, I think that’s my line.

[ So few things that pass Kaeya’s lips these days are genuine. He gives out compliments and niceties where they’re needed to make his job easier, whether that’s by befriending the townsfolk or the bandits that plague them. His charm and clever words are simply tools.

But in these moments, he means what he says, words driven by heat and alcohol and a certain sense of being able to bear the unpleasant parts of himself to another person without fear of retribution. Hilda is gorgeous down on her knees, half undressed with her lips on him. ]

Gods, Hilda.

[ Now his grip in her hair tightens to pull, just a bit, with impatience. The way she takes him in is so sweet but so very slow, the heat of her mouth enveloping him in a way that’s liable to drive him crazy. ]

[It's telling, and more than a little damning on both of their parts, that they're most honest with each other when they've been drinking and find themselves sexually intertwined. In these moments, it's almost as if this means something.

Which it doesn't.

The impatient pull of her hair causes her to make a choked noise around him, although to her credit she doesn't gag, and the pads of her fingers dig into his thigh. The sting spreads down from her scalp to become a delicious shiver down her spine, and goddess does she want him to do it again. She doesn't want it to be a punishment, however--so she dutifully starts moving her mouth up and down on him, taking him as deeply as her throat and will allow.

She'll ask him to pull her hair some more later as a reward. Or for something equally rough and delightful.]

[ No, no, certainly not. None of this means anything, and just because he’s honest with her about her looks, about the way she sates some animal need in him, does not mean that there’s anything deeper about this relationship.

Anyone with eyes - or, well, an eye - could see she’s attractive, with her clothes or without them. Kaeya isn’t so steeped in lies that he can’t state simple facts.

There’s only a slight hitch in the way she takes him in, brought by his fingers tightening in her hair. He doesn’t loosen his grip, but he does let her continue to set her own pace, and it’s well worth it once she starts to find a rhythm. Every pass of her mouth turns his blood molten, sets his heart thundering in his ears. He lets his head fall back again, basking in the pleasure she stokes higher and higher with her oh-so-clever tongue. ]

Haah, good. You’re so good...

[ She’s clearly well on her way to earning that reward. He can’t say in the moment that he’s aware of just what she wants, but he does know what she likes, and he’s sure to give it to her. ]

[There are few things Hilda likes so much as being praised, especially for something she's put effort into and knows she's good at. She so rarely puts her all into everything, so recognition of her capabilities is a prized and unusual occurence--usually, she's being lectured about squandering her potential.

Not that she can exactly put 'good at giving head' on any publicly-available list of accomplishments. But Kaeya thinks it's good, his compliments bolstered by the tight hold he still has on her hair, and that's what matters. The satisfaction sits pleasantly in her core, almost as arousing as when he was the one leaving her breathless before. While it's tempting to slip a hand between her own legs to wind herself up further, she behaves herself and resists the urge.

She keeps her pace a bit longer before she comes up for air, swirling her tongue around the tip of him before pulling back entirely. He's not left hanging for very long--she takes him into her hand and strokes him slowly and steadily as she leans in to press a warm, wet kiss to his inner thigh. Were it up to her, she would peel off her remaining layers and climb up him without a second's hesitation.

But it isn't, so she has to request it.]

I want you to fuck me, Kaeya. Please.

[The word "fuck," hard and vulgar and uncommon from her lips, implies exactly how she wants him to go about it.]

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