[Caspar has been edged before - so he should totally be prepared for this, right! For sure.
Clearly, the very fact that he ended up begging and nearly crying when Angeal did it to him is proof that that means he got practice that time, and now he can handle it better.
...Of course, as it turns out, having more stamina now only means so much when the plan all along was to see how much he could handle, and his partner has Rosie's persistence.]
Rosiiiieee... [He's definitely whining, hips twitching forward in a futile effort to chase after that stimulation.]
[ One would think that 'practice makes perfect' might apply to sexual encounters too. In the case of Rose? They'd likely be wrong. She prides herself in making an experience with her unique as best as she can. Edging might not be new to Caspar, in that sense, but it's new to him with her at the helm.
Or at his cunt, as it were.
That whine is delightful and she gives an amused huff of silent laughter against his slick folds. It's adorable the way that he flexes into her touch and warmth too in order to try and follow any bit of extra stimulation. He thankfully doesn't have to wait for much longer to have his wish. She's denied him long enough, probably. She gets back to working him over with enthusiasm and won't stop until he comes... and then continue to be relentless even after he does.
[With Rosie's renewed attention, it's only seconds before that warm tension in his abdomen snaps. Caspar cries out, his hips bucking against Rosie's mouth as he comes - and, of course, as they'd planned out, she keeps going.]
Ffffuck-- fuck, Rosie, I-- Goddess, fuck-- [That and less coherent whines and pleas are about all he can manage - it's overwhelming, the throbbing in his cunt radiating out to set his whole body tense and trembling.]
[ The warm rush of his slick against her lips sees her hum deep and contented. While the woman knows them saying 'goddess' is like her version of 'kami,' it still rings nicely in her ears. Goddess, he says, in fervent reverence of the work she's doing with her tongue. What better compliment could there be?
For all his pleading though, she doesn't let up. Each stroke of her fingers inside him and suckle against sensitive skin is planned purposefully to overstimulate his no doubt aching clit and draw more delicious sounds from him. Rose glances up with an edge to her gaze that's unmistakable; she will stop once he absolutely needs to but until then...
If he wants to see just how much he can take, he's come to exactly the right place. ]
[Caspar said he was going to see how much he could take, and he is sticking to that, dammit - so he's determined not to tap out yet.
His body has other ideas, of course, but that's why Rosie thought ahead and put some restraints on him. However much he may reflexively squirm and struggle - and he is certainly doing those things - there's no getting away unless he actually says he has to, which he doesn't intend to do.
In fact, as if to ward off any temptation to call for a reprieve too early, he squeezes his eyes shut and clamps his mouth into a thin line, limiting the sounds pouring from him down to whimpers and sharp breaths through his nose.]
[ Restraints of her own vines, no less. They won't yield until she tells them to. While Caspar might have incredible strength, she can re-grow and grip him back just as fast as she needs to if he does manage to break the bond.
Oh, he's really trying. It's adorably endearing. Despite the way he wriggles against her vines and whimpers, he isn't giving in just yet. Good. She had expected no less from him. She won't let up until he's absolutely sure but can't help the way she giggles lightly against his sex.
Then, she gives an approving hum before continuing the ministrations of her tongue. The quick, pointed thrust and stroke of her fingers. Rosie will refuse to let up until he is well and truly pushed to his limits. ]
[Just that giggle and hum against him makes Caspar shudder - and the way she returns to focusing on her tongue and fingers, that relentless stimulation, building up that heat in his belly again.
It might take a few more minutes for that heat to crawl back to a tipping point, sending embers running down to his fingers and toes - right up until he comes again, crying out despite his efforts to keep his mouth closed. No words this time - not coherent ones, anyway.]
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Clearly, the very fact that he ended up begging and nearly crying when Angeal did it to him is proof that that means he got practice that time, and now he can handle it better.
...Of course, as it turns out, having more stamina now only means so much when the plan all along was to see how much he could handle, and his partner has Rosie's persistence.]
Rosiiiieee... [He's definitely whining, hips twitching forward in a futile effort to chase after that stimulation.]
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Or at his cunt, as it were.
That whine is delightful and she gives an amused huff of silent laughter against his slick folds. It's adorable the way that he flexes into her touch and warmth too in order to try and follow any bit of extra stimulation. He thankfully doesn't have to wait for much longer to have his wish. She's denied him long enough, probably. She gets back to working him over with enthusiasm and won't stop until he comes... and then continue to be relentless even after he does.
Time to see how much he can take, indeed. ]
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Ffffuck-- fuck, Rosie, I-- Goddess, fuck-- [That and less coherent whines and pleas are about all he can manage - it's overwhelming, the throbbing in his cunt radiating out to set his whole body tense and trembling.]
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For all his pleading though, she doesn't let up. Each stroke of her fingers inside him and suckle against sensitive skin is planned purposefully to overstimulate his no doubt aching clit and draw more delicious sounds from him. Rose glances up with an edge to her gaze that's unmistakable; she will stop once he absolutely needs to but until then...
If he wants to see just how much he can take, he's come to exactly the right place. ]
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His body has other ideas, of course, but that's why Rosie thought ahead and put some restraints on him. However much he may reflexively squirm and struggle - and he is certainly doing those things - there's no getting away unless he actually says he has to, which he doesn't intend to do.
In fact, as if to ward off any temptation to call for a reprieve too early, he squeezes his eyes shut and clamps his mouth into a thin line, limiting the sounds pouring from him down to whimpers and sharp breaths through his nose.]
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Oh, he's really trying. It's adorably endearing. Despite the way he wriggles against her vines and whimpers, he isn't giving in just yet. Good. She had expected no less from him. She won't let up until he's absolutely sure but can't help the way she giggles lightly against his sex.
Then, she gives an approving hum before continuing the ministrations of her tongue. The quick, pointed thrust and stroke of her fingers. Rosie will refuse to let up until he is well and truly pushed to his limits. ]
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It might take a few more minutes for that heat to crawl back to a tipping point, sending embers running down to his fingers and toes - right up until he comes again, crying out despite his efforts to keep his mouth closed. No words this time - not coherent ones, anyway.]