[ If Nicole knew that Varka was worrying about chivalry of all things, even if only for a moment, she might actually have kicked him. Chivalry was the last thing she desired right now. Varka purring in her ear, wanting her, touching her… that is what she desires. Frankly, she is wildly, ridiculously convinced that she could handle him at this juncture even without the preparation he's emphasized. The distant, logical part of her brain knows he would reject the notion as soon as she vocalized it, but…
Nicole gasps as Varka's fingers close a little tighter, almost to the point of pinching. Her nails bite into his skin; again, only for a moment, only long enough to sting. The pleasure is warm and bright and sharp, and her legs tense on either side of his arm as if her body is deciding whether or not it is too much.
She moans, clear as a bell, and flexes her hips to rock into his grip. There was something to be said about the roughness of Varka's hands being a net positive: the ridges of his knuckles and the texture of his palm was doing something for her. As was the sight of his forearm flexing between her legs when she chances a peek down between their bodies. ]
I – I can definitely, assuredly handle you. [ She's panting it, mouth open enough to even give the illusion she's said it aloud. ] Mmh – that's good. You have – nice hands.
[Admittedly, the way Nicole's legs try to close around him is a bit challenging to work with. No matter. He shifts his own body accordingly, spreading his knees to push her legs further outward. It leaves him more room to work with as he slides his hand further down, replacing the pressure against her with a press of his palm. His fingers shift as well, moving from index and middle to middle and ring as they spread her apart.]
I almost think you could. [Some part of his mind echoes her own thoughts. What a tantalizing idea that would be.] But that takes away from the fun of it, don't you think?
[He hums to himself as his middle finger circles her entrance, an almost fleeting and certainly teasing sort of touch. His body shudders with the feeling of it. He's so close now, and yet terribly, horrifically far. Some part of his mind balks at the idea, even as the rest of him relishes the opportunity.]
[ Embarrassingly enough, having her legs levered open by Varka's knees stokes such a particular fire in her belly that she gasps again, threadier than the one prior. While it hardly occurred before—and had rather proven to be a bit of a logistical nightmare when they were trying to kiss one another upright—the difference in size and musculature is decidedly exciting. Varka barely has to open his legs all that wide to effectively pin her thighs to the bed.
If she had thought that that was enough to make her lose her mind… the solid weight of his palm bearing down on her clit sends a shudder down through her legs powerful enough to make them flex against Varka's knees, trying in vain to close against the sensation. She feels open, exposed, and though there is no longer a shred of embarrassment remaining in the back of her mind… it is something she must get used to.
And get used to it she does, incredibly quickly. The moment he starts to circle her entrance with his finger, Nicole starts to whine. So tantalizingly, damnably close – the pad of his finger is ever so slightly rough, and the shape of his finger thick enough that she knows, instinctively, that she will feel the stretch even from the first moment.
She wants it. She shifts her hips against the bed restlessly, wordlessly demanding. Her fingernails bite in, now. ]
Is – toying with me part of the fun? [ It's a genuine question. She doesn't even sound mad. More intrigued than anything, as a matter of fact. ]
[A low sound tumbles from his mouth, relishing the sting that radiates out from those nails. It's not a complaint — far from it in fact. He wears scars from countless battles. Nicole could leave her own permanent mark upon him and he would thank her. Let this be part of the history writ upon his form.]
Maybe a little. [He lifts his head, angling it faintly. He tries to make his smile sharp and teasing, but it's far too soft at the edges for all of that.] I've heard of how beautiful an angel's song could be, but hearing it is something else.
[He could listen to her crooning for hours, he thinks. Keep her on the knife's edge of pleasure until he'd drank his fill of her song. But that would be denying them both what they really want.
To get there, he needs to move forward. Just slightly, a careful press inward. Nicole might have said she could take what he would dish out, but he will not chance the matter in this regard.]
[ The penetration would ultimately be the test. When she had attempted it on herself, she had been far less wet between the legs and far less eager to continue. It has been experimentation without a goal in mind – in many ways, laying with Varka was already a marked improvement in that regard.
The key difference was in the relative width of his finger in comparison to one, or two, of hers. She feels it the moment he starts to press inward. A distinct discomfort, the stretch, the reflexive, split second concern. Was she truly going to enjoy this?
To anchor herself, she slides one hand from Varka's shoulder up to his nape. She holds on there, fingers tripping at the edge of his hairline as she forces herself to take a deep breath. In this regard, she knew it best to listen. ]
Okay… [ There is a note of uncertainty, but not trepidation. She trusts Varka in this.
A moment later, distractedly, she mentally murmurs. ] When can I see yours…?
[The note of hesitation is clear in her voice, even through the determination. He doesn't blame her. She's already failed once at this. Maybe the circumstances weren't the same, but it was still a risk to take. It's an honor that she trusts him so deeply, and a burden he shoulders readily.
He knows the stretch can't be easy, so he does his best to distract from it. He traces his lips down the column of her throat once more, leaving another mark on the opposite side just to keep things easy. It's somewhere in this moment that he ponders her question and parts from his work, breath spilling over her skin as he laughs.]
That eager to see the third claymore, huh? [Kill him, smite him, destroy him.] Promise I won't keep you waiting. I just don't want to intimidate you.
[Is there a hint of ego there? Absolutely. But there's also earnestness in those words too. he is not a small man in any regard, especially not in this. Revealing himself too early was just as likely to put Nicole on edge as it was to arouse her.]
You're doin' great though. Probably not surprising. Don't think there's a challenge in the world you couldn't conquer.
[ Nicole determines that once they are past the first knuckle, the entire affair becomes much easier. With his request to keep breathing rooted firmly in her mind, and the coaxing warmth of his lips nudged against her throat, it begins to transition back into pleasure.
At least until Varka pulls away and says something absolutely dreadful. In her stupor, it takes her a split longer than it likely should to grasp what he has said.
When she does, her first instinct is to grab as much as the hair at the back of his head as she can manage and tug. It isn’t particularly hard, but it will sting enough to register as a scolding, ideally. They were doing so well. Everything out of his mouth had had a largely positive effect before third claymore came into the mix. Now all she can envision is an actual sword. ]
Never – call it that again. Or you will never, ever get to put it anywhere near me.
[Varka is already laughing as her fingers shift within his hair. Though it tightens into a bit of a wheeze, it quickly evens out into a devious chuckle once more. He is a menace, through and through, never let that be doubted.]
Alright, alright! [He leans back to give her his best and most apologetic smile.] Distracted you though, didn't it?
[She hasn't quite balked at the intrusion of his finger anymore, even as he aims to shift inward all the more. It's the little things, right?]
You could stand to pull my hair again, though. Didn't mind it?
[ The things one must endure in order to bed the type of man that Varka evidently is… he is lucky that she finds his ridiculous laughter endearing. And his smile. Ugh.
And that his finger is pressing inward still. Her attention falters for a split second, centered on that sensation. She even flexes her hips to coax it inward that little bit quicker.
In the meanwhile, curiosity dictates that she does as he asks. Her fingers tighten in his hair again, reeling him in enough for her to suck at his lower lip. When she leans her head back against the mattress, there’s a string of wetness bridging the gap between their mouths. ]
Mmh. Is liking something like that normal? [ Again, that is genuine curiosity. She hadn’t considered it might be something he might enjoy rather than it simply being a punishment. ]
[What a filthy thing to share between them. And truly, how terrible of Varka to shudder at it. Doubtless, Nicole is realizing that he does not always play the role of a valiant and chivalrous knight. Certainly not in his current position.
And perhaps not at all, where Nicole is concern.]
There you go, that's it. [He punctuates his words by grinding the heel of his palm against her.] You can take it, Nicole.
[Her question almsot doesn't register for him. Almost. He finds himself blinking and then... letting out an almost sheepish laugh.]
Maybe not for everyone. But... when yo're used to getting as banged up as me. Maybe the lines start to blur.
[ A hundredfold questions rattle to the forefront of her mind. Was it all manners of pain? Was it simply the sensation on his scalp? Had he experienced the same pleasure when receiving any of his more prominent scars? Would he tell her more? Would he show her what it was like?
That train of thought nearly derails entirely at the press of his palm against her. Her thighs jolt, pressing against his knees with far more effort than they had prior. Her body almost yearns to squirm away from the pleasure entirely. The synapses fire unevenly as she starts to relish in the encouraged motion of his finger.
After twenty seconds of panting and twitching, Nicole finally manages to rein her mind in to ask a burning question: ]
Mmh – what if I wanted to try it? Is it – obvious, when you like it?
[ In truth, she is eager to try it all. She wants to know all that Varka has experience in. ]
[Two very different angles, one of which could be more easily applied to this moment than the other. With some conversation, Varka could be talked into inflicting it upon Nicole, but it wouldn't do for this encounter. There is far too much uncertainty, and he doesn't want missteps to be incorporated into her first time.
For him, it's a different matter. He knows what he likes, and where he likes it. Directing Nicole to a few spots would be simple enough.
For now, he draws his finger back out of Nicole, then thrusts it back in. She seems to have adjusted to his presence at least, so now it's a matter of acclimating her to the idea of motion. Then the process would begin again.]
Things like that... it's a lot of trust. And a lot of talk. Not good for - for right now.
[ Nicole's mind is both analytical and fantastical on a good day, and obsessive on a bad one. It momentarily reels with possibility: was inflicting pain on Varka in this setting reinforcing a negative mindset for Varka?
She wants, beyond even the desire to protect layered into her being, this to be as positive an experience for him as it is for her. She wants to be solace. And maybe that, in of itself, is an arrogant thought – Varka did not need protecting, and she was incapable of giving it in the entirety that such a thought might warrant. But he deserved the kindness. The gentleness, too.
Confusion briefly misdirects her mind when his finger withdraws nearly entirely. That is shattered by a fluttering gasp when he thrusts back in, and she clenches round his finger with a panting breath. Already, a curious pressure builds in the bottom of her stomach that she cannot quite place. ]
Okay. [ She is sweet in her acquiescence. While the curiosity is still present, she understands not to press on this for the time being. She adjusts one of her hands to cradle his face. ] I want it to be good for you.
[ Nicole pauses, then makes a face that is dangerously close to sulking in spite of her otherwise obvious pleasure. Though she has been relatively easy to work with up until now, that infamous pride ekes out when she mumbles. ] I would like to be the best you've had.
We'll get there. For right now, I want you to enjoy what's in front of you. Hard ask of you, I know.
[With a mind as keen as Nicole's, he can only imagine what future she is spinning for the both of them. It flatters him, to know that she has enjoyed what he has to offer so much already. The fact that she already wants more, well. Varka has never balked at a fling, but that isn't what he wants this to be. It isn't what he wants Nicole to be.
Her inadvertent affirmation of that does wonders for his frame of mind. And any other lingering thoughts are carried away on the wind of that keening noise he makes within his mind.]
There you go. [A beat.] Now quit worrying about me and enjoy yourself. Sheesh, I'm working hard here to make it good for you right now.
[The words that spill into his mind next are, admittedly, surprising. He makes a note in the back of his mind. One day, he'll explain that Nicole will never be better than Crepus, and that Crepus was not better than her. That these things were all relative to one another. But that's opening a bit of a can of worms that he isn't ready for yet. Never mind the fact that it will not change the sentiment:]
[ Rather than take his scolding seriously, Nicole giggles.
It might be interspersed with the audible breaths she's taking and the soft sounds she is making telepathically, but it will ring clear nonetheless. It isn't that she isn't taking his bid for her to enjoy herself seriously; it is part of that genuine enjoyment that makes her laugh.
Her hips are flexing with more consistency now, mindlessly trying to move herself on Varka's finger. She isn't trying to rush – rather, eking out every sliver of pleasure from what she is currently being allowed. He wants to work her up to it, and she respects and appreciates it, but she assuredly wants more. ]
I am – enjoying myself. Talking to you is enjoyable. I do feel good. I feel – mmh, I feel good.
[ Her hand trembles on his face for all of a second. She adjusts her grip, then slides it backward to ineffectually try to tuck his hair behind his ear. It is genuinely affectionate, but she also simply wants to see more of his face. ]
Common sense. [ There is a vivid smile in her voice. Even if she does not know that she's committed somewhat of a faux pas! Luckily for the both of them, she does not elaborate on it further besides a faintly sighing admission. ] I am not trying to be fussy. You know how my mind works.
[It's the exact answer that he would have hoped for. He wants to hear her laugh, because it means she is focused on this moment. Whether it be his inane babbling about claymores or the affection being heaped on her, he wants to keep her mind right.
And while she may not be rushing, her eagerness is a good sign. Good enough that he adds just the faintest pressure of a second finger.]
That's good. Bet I could make you feel a lot better though. [He curls his finger this time as he draws it back out, then hesitates.] Think you're ready for more?
[She doesn't have to answer right away. She doesn't have to answer ever. He leans into her hand and thinks that he could be content with just this.
The good news is that in Varka's mind, though, her words weren't a faux pas. It's merely an acknowledgement of an assurance he should make later down the line. It's not urgent, and he isn't worried.]
I do. And that's why I know there's no one like you. And I enjoy you as you are.
[ Nicole's stomach curls with heat and delight and desire at the barest whisper of a suggestion of Varka hiding a second finger. She arches off the bed with a feathering exhale when he curls his finger as he pulls it free, briefly toying with the idea of clenching down to trap it within her. It lasts only as long as it takes for him to lean into her hand.
Borderline tenderly, she rubs her thumb over his cheek and up under his eye. The varying texture of his face fascinates her; the blue of his eyes, bright and cool like a cloudless spring day, holds her attention for longer.
She wonders what could ever be sinful about the appreciation of humans in this form. She wonders why she had to bear that weight for centuries.
Nicole reels his face closer to hers with a gently insistent pull so that she may kiss him again. While the ones prior had been pleasant, she pushes into this kiss with her heart in her throat and a deep desire to convey many layering emotions: her appreciation. Her want. A kindling affection. Respect. She parts her lips against his and curls her tongue against his mouth and settles for pouring into him the most that she can in one simple act.
When she withdraws, she is smiling. ]
Yes, I'm ready. I would also like to touch you.
[ Sweet sentiments were one thing. She is also equally riveted by his body. Her hands sweep down in tandem and… yes, she is grabbing a handful of his chest. The shape of it may be different, but it provides a handful all the same! ]
You said to focus on my enjoyment, but it's okay if this is part of it, right?
[ …Does she sound a little devious? Maybe! But she also says it so, so sweetly. ]
[As Nicole's hand drifts, Varka finds he cannot help himself. Before she reels him in for a kiss, he presses one, two, three against her palm, cherishing the silken softness that comes with each press of his lips. Against her skin, she might even feel how his breath quivers. She isn't the only one affected by their present affair, after all.
And maybe that shows all the more within the kiss she drags him into. His lips part beneath hers, accepting the intrusion gratefully. He shudders against her, and eventually lets out a sound dangerously close to a groan. Even after it ends, he barely has time to say anything — her hands drift down toward his chest and he finds himself letting out an almost ungainly noise beneath her touch.]
Warn a guy first! [She absolutely did. And to his credit, he isn't that bothered — a crooked grin sits on his lips.] N-not that I'm complaining, but sheesh!
[She's distracting him from important things, after all. The threat of a second finger is no longer just that — now that he has her permission, he presses inward. His movements slow to accommodate for the newer stretch, eyes roving over Nicole's form to watch for tension or hesitation.]
[ She finds she rather likes seeing Varka react. He is both exceptionally cute and exceptionally charming, after all. When his breath shakes, she revels in it. When he groans, her body reacts as if he is touching her. And when he makes a surprised sound when she grabs at his chest, her smile is both resplendent and utterly unrepentant. ]
You are very cute.
[ Nicole keeps him leveraged close even if it makes the introduction of a second finger difficult for him. It will be for his benefit: her lashes flutter blissfully at the stretch to accommodate him, and her mouth works around a sound she cannot quite make. She forces herself to relax even as her body yearns to press down into his fingers, or to clench around them. Her legs shake on either side of his knees from the effort.
Not a shred of tension or hesitation here beyond the obvious. She flattens her hands against his chest and rolls her palms down, rubbing over his nipples with the whole of her hands. Her body buzzes. ]
Varka, [ She sighs into their connection, practically dripping with desire. She flexes her hands against him, grinding the heels of her palms down. ] Varka.
[ How many fingers would it take for her to be able to take him? Was two enough? Three? She wants him. ]
[He tries to bite back, but it comes out through a grin and crinkled eyes. He can't stay mad at her, not when she smiles at him like that. He has a weakness shaped like Nicole Reeyn and he knows that she's well aware of it.
Even if Nicole does make his job here difficult. His fingers falter as she brushes her hands over his chest, and he finds himself shifting more to press his chest into her, rather than to make his own job easier. His breathing quivers, and he finds himself swearing under his breath.]
Nicole - [He can't even pretend to scold her. Instead he tries to narrow his focus back in, scissoring his fingers apart for her. At least with two, the concept of stretching her becomes easier. Three might have been preferable, but he can make it work like this.
Especially when Nicole is egging him on as she is.]
[ Another bout of laughter shakes free at Varka's shushing. She is hardly discouraged by the fact his fingers still momentarily beneath her touch. Rather, she is incredibly pleased to find that he is shifting further into his touch, wordlessly asking for more. A bloom of heat blossoms in her stomach at the sound of him cursing nearly inaudibly.
Again, her mind is struck by how much she wants him. How much she yearns for this to be as good for him as it is for her.
Speaking of good – when Varka spreads his fingers within her, the pleasure pulls her entirely away from the task at hand. Her head falls back against the mattress as her fingers start to quiver. The pressure in her pelvis, which had previously felt so far away, has abruptly become intimately, maddeningly close.
She senses she is at a kind of precipice. When she focuses on it, a moan, pitched higher than the ones prior by a noticeable margin, slips into the connection. Something is close – so perfectly close that when she clenches round Varka's fingers, he will likely feel how much wetter she has abruptly become. ]
I – um –. [ Her voice shakes. Her throat bobs tremblingly as she swallows. ] I – please.
[It doesn't take much for Varka to decipher what she's getting at. Watching her steadily begin to fall apart — once again he is reminded just how much he is holding back. Lightning shivers down his spine, pooling within his groin. Some part of him longed to be like that with her, reaching a climax in tandem just like her novels.
Well, at least there was next time. He certainly wasn't going to let Nicole out of his room without that. In that same vein, he doubted she would let him walk away without giving her what she wanted.]
You're close, right? [He leans down, gliding his lips over her neck, then up her chin. He kisses her once, then twice.] Go on, let me see.
[Maybe he can't join her in a literal sense, but he can keep them connected in his own way. His lips all but devour hers in a greedy kiss. She can't exactly moan into him, but at least the effect would be there.
All the while, his fingers pick up the pace, a careful dance between thrusts of his fingers and the grind of his palm against her clit. He even shifts his hand enough to cup against her breast. Nicole wanted to be his best, and it's a sentiment he can share. He wants to be hers in kind.]
[ The desire crystallizes. This seems the culmination of something incredibly, achingly important. Though she loathes having to do so for all of a moment, her hands and arms shift with a sudden burning need to loop them around Varka's neck. She clings to him with that same intensity that she had petitioned him with earlier, entirely unwilling to let him go for even a scant moment.
When he dives in to kiss her, Nicole responds eagerly in kind. His fingers move that bit faster and she shudders into him, feeling like – feeling like she was cracking apart. Feeling like his fingers were the ones cracking her, breaking her down into perfect, molten pieces. She keens into his mind as she arches into his touch, legs shaking on either side of him.
When it arrives, her entire body tenses like a strung bowstring. The tension snaps, releases: warmth and pleasure and gratitude wash over her in wave after dizzying wave, and Nicole shakes and breathes and understands. She is grateful for that moment that Varka spoke the Shades' names. She is grateful that he is here, the weight and warmth and smell of him, with his mouth on her.
It feels better than anything she could have imagined. When she finally recovers, it takes everything in her to not sag entirely back against the mattress. ]
Wow. [ Is the first word she is able to say. Then: ] Gosh.
[Yes, that's exactly what he wants. Her arms around him, as close as they can possibly be for this moment. Later there would be more, but for now, this is all he could possibly want.
The moment she comes apart is clear. Between the peal of her pleasure within his mind and the way her body tightens around him, then comes apart, it is easy enough to tell. Watching the journey of pleasure dance across her face is enough to send his blood pooling southward, to the point that he almost feels dizzied.
As Nicole comes down from her orgasm, Varka's movements slow. He does not stop entirely, a hint eager to tease her back to readiness. Likewise, while his target shifts, his kisses do not stop. He lays them across her cheeks, her brow, her nose.
[ There is a warmth in her body that she has never felt before, syrupy and molten and suffused down to her very bones. It is so deeply comfortable that, for a moment she wonders if she might fall asleep from it. Was this truly what it was like to achieve this kind of pleasure? Or was Varka's attentive ministrations the key?
Speaking of Varka and his ministrations: Nicole notices a few seconds too late that he is still moving his fingers within her. A faint noise leaves her as she clenches down round him, turning her head to press mindless, wandering kisses all over his face.
She is glad. If this had ended here… she desires more. She wants to see him, to be able to give him the same pleasure he's given her.
It takes a little longer for her to find her voice again in any meaningful capacity. When she does, the warmth in her tone could rival the Pyro she wields. ]
That was… really nice. Mmh. My body has never felt like this before. [ She pauses for a few seconds, then squeezes her arms round his neck mischievously. ] Does that mean I get to see it now…?
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Date: 2026-03-14 04:56 am (UTC)Nicole gasps as Varka's fingers close a little tighter, almost to the point of pinching. Her nails bite into his skin; again, only for a moment, only long enough to sting. The pleasure is warm and bright and sharp, and her legs tense on either side of his arm as if her body is deciding whether or not it is too much.
She moans, clear as a bell, and flexes her hips to rock into his grip. There was something to be said about the roughness of Varka's hands being a net positive: the ridges of his knuckles and the texture of his palm was doing something for her. As was the sight of his forearm flexing between her legs when she chances a peek down between their bodies. ]
I – I can definitely, assuredly handle you. [ She's panting it, mouth open enough to even give the illusion she's said it aloud. ] Mmh – that's good. You have – nice hands.
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:02 am (UTC)I almost think you could. [Some part of his mind echoes her own thoughts. What a tantalizing idea that would be.] But that takes away from the fun of it, don't you think?
[He hums to himself as his middle finger circles her entrance, an almost fleeting and certainly teasing sort of touch. His body shudders with the feeling of it. He's so close now, and yet terribly, horrifically far. Some part of his mind balks at the idea, even as the rest of him relishes the opportunity.]
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:19 am (UTC)If she had thought that that was enough to make her lose her mind… the solid weight of his palm bearing down on her clit sends a shudder down through her legs powerful enough to make them flex against Varka's knees, trying in vain to close against the sensation. She feels open, exposed, and though there is no longer a shred of embarrassment remaining in the back of her mind… it is something she must get used to.
And get used to it she does, incredibly quickly. The moment he starts to circle her entrance with his finger, Nicole starts to whine. So tantalizingly, damnably close – the pad of his finger is ever so slightly rough, and the shape of his finger thick enough that she knows, instinctively, that she will feel the stretch even from the first moment.
She wants it. She shifts her hips against the bed restlessly, wordlessly demanding. Her fingernails bite in, now. ]
Is – toying with me part of the fun? [ It's a genuine question. She doesn't even sound mad. More intrigued than anything, as a matter of fact. ]
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:33 am (UTC)Maybe a little. [He lifts his head, angling it faintly. He tries to make his smile sharp and teasing, but it's far too soft at the edges for all of that.] I've heard of how beautiful an angel's song could be, but hearing it is something else.
[He could listen to her crooning for hours, he thinks. Keep her on the knife's edge of pleasure until he'd drank his fill of her song. But that would be denying them both what they really want.
To get there, he needs to move forward. Just slightly, a careful press inward. Nicole might have said she could take what he would dish out, but he will not chance the matter in this regard.]
Just keep breathing for me, okay?
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:49 am (UTC)The key difference was in the relative width of his finger in comparison to one, or two, of hers. She feels it the moment he starts to press inward. A distinct discomfort, the stretch, the reflexive, split second concern. Was she truly going to enjoy this?
To anchor herself, she slides one hand from Varka's shoulder up to his nape. She holds on there, fingers tripping at the edge of his hairline as she forces herself to take a deep breath. In this regard, she knew it best to listen. ]
Okay… [ There is a note of uncertainty, but not trepidation. She trusts Varka in this.
A moment later, distractedly, she mentally murmurs. ] When can I see yours…?
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:57 am (UTC)He knows the stretch can't be easy, so he does his best to distract from it. He traces his lips down the column of her throat once more, leaving another mark on the opposite side just to keep things easy. It's somewhere in this moment that he ponders her question and parts from his work, breath spilling over her skin as he laughs.]
That eager to see the third claymore, huh? [Kill him, smite him, destroy him.] Promise I won't keep you waiting. I just don't want to intimidate you.
[Is there a hint of ego there? Absolutely. But there's also earnestness in those words too. he is not a small man in any regard, especially not in this. Revealing himself too early was just as likely to put Nicole on edge as it was to arouse her.]
You're doin' great though. Probably not surprising. Don't think there's a challenge in the world you couldn't conquer.
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:06 am (UTC)At least until Varka pulls away and says something absolutely dreadful. In her stupor, it takes her a split longer than it likely should to grasp what he has said.
When she does, her first instinct is to grab as much as the hair at the back of his head as she can manage and tug. It isn’t particularly hard, but it will sting enough to register as a scolding, ideally. They were doing so well. Everything out of his mouth had had a largely positive effect before third claymore came into the mix. Now all she can envision is an actual sword. ]
Never – call it that again. Or you will never, ever get to put it anywhere near me.
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:16 am (UTC)Alright, alright! [He leans back to give her his best and most apologetic smile.] Distracted you though, didn't it?
[She hasn't quite balked at the intrusion of his finger anymore, even as he aims to shift inward all the more. It's the little things, right?]
You could stand to pull my hair again, though. Didn't mind it?
[He likes a little pain, sorry to say!]
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:24 am (UTC)And that his finger is pressing inward still. Her attention falters for a split second, centered on that sensation. She even flexes her hips to coax it inward that little bit quicker.
In the meanwhile, curiosity dictates that she does as he asks. Her fingers tighten in his hair again, reeling him in enough for her to suck at his lower lip. When she leans her head back against the mattress, there’s a string of wetness bridging the gap between their mouths. ]
Mmh. Is liking something like that normal? [ Again, that is genuine curiosity. She hadn’t considered it might be something he might enjoy rather than it simply being a punishment. ]
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:34 am (UTC)And perhaps not at all, where Nicole is concern.]
There you go, that's it. [He punctuates his words by grinding the heel of his palm against her.] You can take it, Nicole.
[Her question almsot doesn't register for him. Almost. He finds himself blinking and then... letting out an almost sheepish laugh.]
Maybe not for everyone. But... when yo're used to getting as banged up as me. Maybe the lines start to blur.
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Date: 2026-03-14 06:51 am (UTC)That train of thought nearly derails entirely at the press of his palm against her. Her thighs jolt, pressing against his knees with far more effort than they had prior. Her body almost yearns to squirm away from the pleasure entirely. The synapses fire unevenly as she starts to relish in the encouraged motion of his finger.
After twenty seconds of panting and twitching, Nicole finally manages to rein her mind in to ask a burning question: ]
Mmh – what if I wanted to try it? Is it – obvious, when you like it?
[ In truth, she is eager to try it all. She wants to know all that Varka has experience in. ]
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Date: 2026-03-14 07:02 am (UTC)[Two very different angles, one of which could be more easily applied to this moment than the other. With some conversation, Varka could be talked into inflicting it upon Nicole, but it wouldn't do for this encounter. There is far too much uncertainty, and he doesn't want missteps to be incorporated into her first time.
For him, it's a different matter. He knows what he likes, and where he likes it. Directing Nicole to a few spots would be simple enough.
For now, he draws his finger back out of Nicole, then thrusts it back in. She seems to have adjusted to his presence at least, so now it's a matter of acclimating her to the idea of motion. Then the process would begin again.]
Things like that... it's a lot of trust. And a lot of talk. Not good for - for right now.
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Date: 2026-03-14 05:04 pm (UTC)[ Nicole's mind is both analytical and fantastical on a good day, and obsessive on a bad one. It momentarily reels with possibility: was inflicting pain on Varka in this setting reinforcing a negative mindset for Varka?
She wants, beyond even the desire to protect layered into her being, this to be as positive an experience for him as it is for her. She wants to be solace. And maybe that, in of itself, is an arrogant thought – Varka did not need protecting, and she was incapable of giving it in the entirety that such a thought might warrant. But he deserved the kindness. The gentleness, too.
Confusion briefly misdirects her mind when his finger withdraws nearly entirely. That is shattered by a fluttering gasp when he thrusts back in, and she clenches round his finger with a panting breath. Already, a curious pressure builds in the bottom of her stomach that she cannot quite place. ]
Okay. [ She is sweet in her acquiescence. While the curiosity is still present, she understands not to press on this for the time being. She adjusts one of her hands to cradle his face. ] I want it to be good for you.
[ Nicole pauses, then makes a face that is dangerously close to sulking in spite of her otherwise obvious pleasure. Though she has been relatively easy to work with up until now, that infamous pride ekes out when she mumbles. ] I would like to be the best you've had.
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Date: 2026-03-14 08:38 pm (UTC)[With a mind as keen as Nicole's, he can only imagine what future she is spinning for the both of them. It flatters him, to know that she has enjoyed what he has to offer so much already. The fact that she already wants more, well. Varka has never balked at a fling, but that isn't what he wants this to be. It isn't what he wants Nicole to be.
Her inadvertent affirmation of that does wonders for his frame of mind. And any other lingering thoughts are carried away on the wind of that keening noise he makes within his mind.]
There you go. [A beat.] Now quit worrying about me and enjoy yourself. Sheesh, I'm working hard here to make it good for you right now.
[The words that spill into his mind next are, admittedly, surprising. He makes a note in the back of his mind. One day, he'll explain that Nicole will never be better than Crepus, and that Crepus was not better than her. That these things were all relative to one another. But that's opening a bit of a can of worms that he isn't ready for yet. Never mind the fact that it will not change the sentiment:]
What makes you think you aren't already?
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Date: 2026-03-14 10:30 pm (UTC)It might be interspersed with the audible breaths she's taking and the soft sounds she is making telepathically, but it will ring clear nonetheless. It isn't that she isn't taking his bid for her to enjoy herself seriously; it is part of that genuine enjoyment that makes her laugh.
Her hips are flexing with more consistency now, mindlessly trying to move herself on Varka's finger. She isn't trying to rush – rather, eking out every sliver of pleasure from what she is currently being allowed. He wants to work her up to it, and she respects and appreciates it, but she assuredly wants more. ]
I am – enjoying myself. Talking to you is enjoyable. I do feel good. I feel – mmh, I feel good.
[ Her hand trembles on his face for all of a second. She adjusts her grip, then slides it backward to ineffectually try to tuck his hair behind his ear. It is genuinely affectionate, but she also simply wants to see more of his face. ]
Common sense. [ There is a vivid smile in her voice. Even if she does not know that she's committed somewhat of a faux pas! Luckily for the both of them, she does not elaborate on it further besides a faintly sighing admission. ] I am not trying to be fussy. You know how my mind works.
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Date: 2026-03-14 11:46 pm (UTC)And while she may not be rushing, her eagerness is a good sign. Good enough that he adds just the faintest pressure of a second finger.]
That's good. Bet I could make you feel a lot better though. [He curls his finger this time as he draws it back out, then hesitates.] Think you're ready for more?
[She doesn't have to answer right away. She doesn't have to answer ever. He leans into her hand and thinks that he could be content with just this.
The good news is that in Varka's mind, though, her words weren't a faux pas. It's merely an acknowledgement of an assurance he should make later down the line. It's not urgent, and he isn't worried.]
I do. And that's why I know there's no one like you. And I enjoy you as you are.
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Date: 2026-03-15 01:40 am (UTC)Borderline tenderly, she rubs her thumb over his cheek and up under his eye. The varying texture of his face fascinates her; the blue of his eyes, bright and cool like a cloudless spring day, holds her attention for longer.
She wonders what could ever be sinful about the appreciation of humans in this form. She wonders why she had to bear that weight for centuries.
Nicole reels his face closer to hers with a gently insistent pull so that she may kiss him again. While the ones prior had been pleasant, she pushes into this kiss with her heart in her throat and a deep desire to convey many layering emotions: her appreciation. Her want. A kindling affection. Respect. She parts her lips against his and curls her tongue against his mouth and settles for pouring into him the most that she can in one simple act.
When she withdraws, she is smiling. ]
Yes, I'm ready. I would also like to touch you.
[ Sweet sentiments were one thing. She is also equally riveted by his body. Her hands sweep down in tandem and… yes, she is grabbing a handful of his chest. The shape of it may be different, but it provides a handful all the same! ]
You said to focus on my enjoyment, but it's okay if this is part of it, right?
[ …Does she sound a little devious? Maybe! But she also says it so, so sweetly. ]
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Date: 2026-03-15 02:00 am (UTC)And maybe that shows all the more within the kiss she drags him into. His lips part beneath hers, accepting the intrusion gratefully. He shudders against her, and eventually lets out a sound dangerously close to a groan. Even after it ends, he barely has time to say anything — her hands drift down toward his chest and he finds himself letting out an almost ungainly noise beneath her touch.]
Warn a guy first! [She absolutely did. And to his credit, he isn't that bothered — a crooked grin sits on his lips.] N-not that I'm complaining, but sheesh!
[She's distracting him from important things, after all. The threat of a second finger is no longer just that — now that he has her permission, he presses inward. His movements slow to accommodate for the newer stretch, eyes roving over Nicole's form to watch for tension or hesitation.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 02:14 am (UTC)You are very cute.
[ Nicole keeps him leveraged close even if it makes the introduction of a second finger difficult for him. It will be for his benefit: her lashes flutter blissfully at the stretch to accommodate him, and her mouth works around a sound she cannot quite make. She forces herself to relax even as her body yearns to press down into his fingers, or to clench around them. Her legs shake on either side of his knees from the effort.
Not a shred of tension or hesitation here beyond the obvious. She flattens her hands against his chest and rolls her palms down, rubbing over his nipples with the whole of her hands. Her body buzzes. ]
Varka, [ She sighs into their connection, practically dripping with desire. She flexes her hands against him, grinding the heels of her palms down. ] Varka.
[ How many fingers would it take for her to be able to take him? Was two enough? Three? She wants him. ]
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Date: 2026-03-15 03:16 am (UTC)[He tries to bite back, but it comes out through a grin and crinkled eyes. He can't stay mad at her, not when she smiles at him like that. He has a weakness shaped like Nicole Reeyn and he knows that she's well aware of it.
Even if Nicole does make his job here difficult. His fingers falter as she brushes her hands over his chest, and he finds himself shifting more to press his chest into her, rather than to make his own job easier. His breathing quivers, and he finds himself swearing under his breath.]
Nicole - [He can't even pretend to scold her. Instead he tries to narrow his focus back in, scissoring his fingers apart for her. At least with two, the concept of stretching her becomes easier. Three might have been preferable, but he can make it work like this.
Especially when Nicole is egging him on as she is.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 07:10 am (UTC)Again, her mind is struck by how much she wants him. How much she yearns for this to be as good for him as it is for her.
Speaking of good – when Varka spreads his fingers within her, the pleasure pulls her entirely away from the task at hand. Her head falls back against the mattress as her fingers start to quiver. The pressure in her pelvis, which had previously felt so far away, has abruptly become intimately, maddeningly close.
She senses she is at a kind of precipice. When she focuses on it, a moan, pitched higher than the ones prior by a noticeable margin, slips into the connection. Something is close – so perfectly close that when she clenches round Varka's fingers, he will likely feel how much wetter she has abruptly become. ]
I – um –. [ Her voice shakes. Her throat bobs tremblingly as she swallows. ] I – please.
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Date: 2026-03-15 07:16 am (UTC)Well, at least there was next time. He certainly wasn't going to let Nicole out of his room without that. In that same vein, he doubted she would let him walk away without giving her what she wanted.]
You're close, right? [He leans down, gliding his lips over her neck, then up her chin. He kisses her once, then twice.] Go on, let me see.
[Maybe he can't join her in a literal sense, but he can keep them connected in his own way. His lips all but devour hers in a greedy kiss. She can't exactly moan into him, but at least the effect would be there.
All the while, his fingers pick up the pace, a careful dance between thrusts of his fingers and the grind of his palm against her clit. He even shifts his hand enough to cup against her breast. Nicole wanted to be his best, and it's a sentiment he can share. He wants to be hers in kind.]
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Date: 2026-03-15 07:34 am (UTC)When he dives in to kiss her, Nicole responds eagerly in kind. His fingers move that bit faster and she shudders into him, feeling like – feeling like she was cracking apart. Feeling like his fingers were the ones cracking her, breaking her down into perfect, molten pieces. She keens into his mind as she arches into his touch, legs shaking on either side of him.
When it arrives, her entire body tenses like a strung bowstring. The tension snaps, releases: warmth and pleasure and gratitude wash over her in wave after dizzying wave, and Nicole shakes and breathes and understands. She is grateful for that moment that Varka spoke the Shades' names. She is grateful that he is here, the weight and warmth and smell of him, with his mouth on her.
It feels better than anything she could have imagined. When she finally recovers, it takes everything in her to not sag entirely back against the mattress. ]
Wow. [ Is the first word she is able to say. Then: ] Gosh.
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Date: 2026-03-15 07:40 am (UTC)The moment she comes apart is clear. Between the peal of her pleasure within his mind and the way her body tightens around him, then comes apart, it is easy enough to tell. Watching the journey of pleasure dance across her face is enough to send his blood pooling southward, to the point that he almost feels dizzied.
As Nicole comes down from her orgasm, Varka's movements slow. He does not stop entirely, a hint eager to tease her back to readiness. Likewise, while his target shifts, his kisses do not stop. He lays them across her cheeks, her brow, her nose.
When she speaks, his laughter is light but warm.]
Gosh? That's all I get? Tough crowd!
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Date: 2026-03-15 03:37 pm (UTC)Speaking of Varka and his ministrations: Nicole notices a few seconds too late that he is still moving his fingers within her. A faint noise leaves her as she clenches down round him, turning her head to press mindless, wandering kisses all over his face.
She is glad. If this had ended here… she desires more. She wants to see him, to be able to give him the same pleasure he's given her.
It takes a little longer for her to find her voice again in any meaningful capacity. When she does, the warmth in her tone could rival the Pyro she wields. ]
That was… really nice. Mmh. My body has never felt like this before. [ She pauses for a few seconds, then squeezes her arms round his neck mischievously. ] Does that mean I get to see it now…?
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