setting the pace

Lisa did not say wait and she did not say slower.

She just put a hand on his chest and stopped him.

Every time Aether tried to take over — a harder thrust, a shift of angle, the little grind Xilonen had burned into his hips — Lisa’s body shut it down. A squeeze of her thighs. A palm flattening against him. A look over the rim of her glasses that made the next stroke die in his gut. She wanted her pace and she was not negotiating. He could feel how wet she was, how close the greedy part of her already sat, and she still made him match the unhurried roll she had chosen, like the pleasure was only allowed to arrive on her schedule.

When she finally let him put her on her back it was still her idea.

Missionary, knees drawn up, and the second he settled over her there was nowhere else to put his face except into the heavy, magnificent weight of her breasts. Lisa made a low, pleased sound and arched into it. He lost time there on purpose — mouth on one nipple, then the other, tongue circling, teeth grazing just enough to make her fingers tighten in his hair. He pressed them together and dragged his cock through the heat of her cunt in the same lazy rhythm she had demanded, then went back to burying himself between those orbs because she sighed like that was the actual point.

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He kissed the undersides. He sucked marks into the inner slopes. He let her smother him in soft flesh until his own pace dissolved and all that was left was Lisa’s breathing and the wet catch of her body every time he bottomed out without being allowed to ruin her yet.

“Good boy,” she murmured, almost laughing, and held his head there a little longer.

Then she pulled him up.

She ended up in his lap without breaking the connection, legs wrapping around his waist, arms around his neck, tits crushed to his chest. The kiss she gave him was not teasing. It was deep and drowning, mouth open, tongue claiming, the kind of kiss that used up the air in a room. Aether’s hands slid down her back and she let them. She rolled her hips in small, grinding circles and kissed him through every one, the dominant streak finally shaking at the edges.

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Only then did she pull back far enough to smile.

It was not a kind smile.

“All right,” Lisa said, voice gone sweet and wicked. “You may break me.”

He obliged.

Whatever leash she had kept on him snapped in a single thrust. Aether hooked her close and fucked up into her the way he had been wanting to since she first pushed his face between her legs — deep, relentless, the grind at the end of every stroke hitting the spot she had not let him have. Lisa’s composure lasted seconds. The first cry tore out of her raw. The second was louder. By the third she was clinging to him and screaming into his shoulder, cunt locking down in helpless pulses, the woman who had dictated the entire pace suddenly unable to do anything but take what she had authorized.

He did not stop when she came. She had said break, and he treated it like an order. Lisa’s voice cracked. Her thighs shook. Another peak stacked on the first and she laughed through it, wrecked and delighted, nails in his back.

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The others were already moving.

Ganyu had pushed herself up on trembling arms, empty and staring at his cock like she could will it back. Barbara had crawled in from the side, still cross-eyed around the edges, mouth open without quite knowing what she meant to do with it. Rosaria stretched like a cat at the head of the bed, rings catching the light, and reached for Aether’s hair just to remind him the head of the pride was awake again.

Lisa sagged in his lap, still twitching around him, evil little smile gone slack and satisfied.

“Well,” she managed, hoarse. “That permission may have been a mistake.”

Aether kissed the corner of her mouth and felt three more bodies close in, the bungalow’s energy snapping taut again before the witch had even finished catching her breath.