[It's what his good bird does. Already, she's got him moaning with how readily she takes to his cock - he has to reach out to steady himself, gripping bars of the cage and leaning over her to make sure he stays upright... but one of his hands remain right where it was, sitting upon her head to gently play with her hair.
He's the only one who would ever be this gentle with her, after all. Isn't he? As her master.]
My sweet little bird... my sweet Evangeline. You... really are so good...!
[The only master that would ever love her, no less - something he's surely told her plenty of times by now. Why wouldn't he? It's not as if he'd lie to her...
But it's clear she's finally truly getting to him, with him muttering a quiet "fuck...!" under his breath as she pushes herself so hard for his sake - he has to stop himself from jerking his hips against her, chasing the heat of her throat with every bob of her head.
As much as he'd like to grab her hair and go for it... no. He's the gentle, loving master. The one who adores her most, more than anyone else ever could - He's going to be soft with her. As soft as he can.
...
Though, there's a creak as the bars bend in his hands. He doesn't even notice.]
[Her poor master. It’s hard not to notice what a state she’s put him in. And he’s so careful not to hurt her, he truly is too kind…
All she can do to make up for it is to move her head even faster, hum more intensely, try everything she can to push him over the edge so that he can let go. Her wings fold gently around him in an embrace.]
[Such a sweet embrace it is, too; warm and soft, as any well groomed bird should be. It really won't be long until he makes it to that edge, mouth hanging open as he grips the bars of her cage...
And soon enough he's pressed himself flush against her, groaning low in his throat as he gives her every bit of his magic that he can.
... Yet, even still, that hand in her hair is so careful. So cautious. The last thing he'd want to do is hurt his beautiful pet. The one he loves so dearly as to keep her locked away, for him and him alone.]
[She swallows his magic gratefully. As always, arcane visions appear in her sight, but she ignores them for her master, who is the only thing that is real and true.
She pulls back only fractionally, licking any stray drops off of him.]
[She sits on the floor, resting against a soft silk cushion appropriate for a pet of her beauty. Her wings curl gracefully around her, but not close enough to obscure his vision of her. She must always be beautiful whenever he wishes to look at her, after all.
[Honestly? Being completely honest? He broke character just to say that.
Would "master" Louis have said that regardless? Sure! But he looked at her, really looked at her, and felt he immediately had to say it. Not from "master" to "caged pet", but from Louis to Evangeline.
It's followed up, though, with him kneeling down in front of her - one hand settling on either knee to push them open for him. And he starts to lower himself, looking up at her to make it clear what he's planning on doing, here.]
Sing for me. We'll see how long you can go without dropping a note.
[Has she ever been eaten out while singing? No? First time for everything!]
[It’s a choice that doesn’t make any sense for the characters they’re playing. But for Louis and Evangeline, ‘devour me because I love you’ seems more fitting than anything else she could have chosen.
[How'll he react? Mostly by looking up at her when he processes the words she's singing, eyebrows by his hairline and eyes wide...
But it's also slowly paired with one of his strange, twitchy grins - the kind he gets when he's thinking things - before he delves right in. Wrapping his arms around her thighs and running his tongue over her folds with an almost restless energy, nails already digging against her skin as his hands grip her legs.
If she's gonna sing to him about being eaten - about wanting to be eaten - then who is he to say no?]
[Well, it clearly wasn’t a mood killer, so there’s that at least.
Evangeline has not, in fact, been eaten out while singing before. Her voice quakes on note after note, and she has to take too deep breaths that break the rhythm, but she keeps singing. Considering the enthusiasm he’s going at her with, she’d say she’s doing pretty well!
She does tangle her fingers in his hair near desperately, though.]
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[Fingers tangle in his hair, and he takes it as a sign to go even further - pulling her hips up as he moves forward, his enhanced strength as a Grim Reaper (though tiring) helping him to lift her away from the floor of the cage with ease. All so he can delve in even more, tongue working its way inside her as he focuses hard on the words she sings.
... He'd also say she's doing well, of course. But his mouth's unfortunately busy, so she'll have to take the near desperation from him as praise, here.]
[So much. His tongue, the desperation with which he devours her, the ease that he lifts her just so he can get in a fraction deeper-
She can’t hold back her moans, and they litter the lyrics, sounding filthy to her own ears as she asks - begs him to consume her. But as debauched as she sounds, she is still singing. Her fingers clench as tight as she can manage, and her entire body shudders. Her wings flap with frantic energy.]
going from eating her (negative) to eating her (sexual)
[This - this is exactly the kind of thing he can foresee himself getting addicted to. Hearing her moan like this, smearing the lyrics just thanks to the work of his tongue... just his tongue! The thought of that alone is exciting enough for him!
But... as much as he'd like to get her off like this, he'd like to actually fuck her properly, too. And, sure, he could get her off and use her for himself afterward - which, he's deciding, is a fun idea for the future - he'd rather try and get both of them off together. What else would a loving master do, after all?
So, reluctantly... it all slows down until he stops altogether, chest heaving as he pulls away, swallowing hard as he pulls her again so she's flat on her back... and he can move to line his hips up with hers, bringing a hand up to sit on the pillows beside her head and pin her in.]
... Tell me. Tell me how much you want your master.
eating her (sexual) or eating her (literal, positive?)
[Fuck. She pants for breath, aware this is only a momentary reprieve, and looks up at him with a flush to match her feathers.]
I love you, Master. I can’t live without you.
[The first she could say normally, albeit not to Louis. The second is only something she lets herself even think now, just for pretend. But it feels exhilarating to say.]
Please take me. I want to sing for you as you take me.
... He knows she's saying that in character. He knows she is. And he plans to answer in kind - in character, his theatrical roots showing. But... part of it still stings somewhere in his chest, wanting to be someone others can say that to in earnest.
His grip on her thigh tightens, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance and threatening to push inside of her -]
This... is why I have you caged, you know. You really can't live without me -
[- Only for him to do so hard and fast in one, quick shove up to his hips. Letting out a low, breathy moan from somewhere in his chest from the heat and tightness of it all. His pretty little bird, wrapped around him so nice and tight...]
... And I won't let you have a chance to learn that for yourself.
[And she's absolutely correct - he wastes no time at all to get his hips pumping against hers, the hand on her thigh coming away to instead grab a handful of her feathers as he works. Just as he promised he would. Messy and haphazard and putting full claim on his precious little bird - the only one who's allowed to even touch her feathers, let alone mess them up.
But, as he does... he also leans in, getting right up by her ear.]
Your voice is... as beautiful as always. As beautiful as you. I'm- I'm... going to make sure you can sing for me, only me... Forever.
[Unsurprising to anyone, it’s really difficult to sing while you’re being fucked.
Even harder when he’s speaking in her ear like that, promising that she will only belong to him for the rest of time. Something she knows in her bones to be true.
Her voice shakes and falters, tripping over words. Moans intersperse the lyrics so much that there is more moan than word. She sounds, by any objective measure, not good. But she is beautiful to him.
She’s absolutely soaked around him, and the harder he goes, the wetter she gets and the more broken her singing becomes.]
[She really is. She really is just so beautiful to him - every facet of her is lovely, lovelier than he could ever say. And that isn't the thoughts of "master" Louis. It's just... Louis. If he could drown in her, he would in a heartbeat. If she wanted to consume him in turn, he'd let her do it piece by piece. The first person to show him this sort of kindness. To give him any sort of affection. No judgements. No wish to change him. She just wants him as he is.
... Which is why he's more than happy to do this for her. To pretend he's the most awful person he could be, keeping her locked up for his own use purely out of love - It's not far off anyway, he's sure.
By the time her singing is almost too broken to be understood, he decides that's enough - he can't spend this entire time without his lips against hers, no matter how much she might want that. So he presses into a kiss, snagging her lips and letting out a heavy, heated sigh through his nose as his hips rut against hers.
Desperate, almost, in trying to make sure she gets as much out of this as he is.]
[It might have been unfair to ask this of Louis. She knows he worries about his care being harmful to people in real life... But he agreed, and tonight has been incredible, so she'll save worrying about him for the end.
It is almost impossible to kiss someone and sing at the same time, and now that the option is presented, Evangeline desperately wants to kiss him. She moans and sighs into it, singing falling by the wayside.
Her wings tremble and shake in his hold. She squeezes her muscles around him deliberately, thinking that he can't possibly be getting as much out of this as she is, right now.]
[Unfair? Sure, maybe. But despite his worries, depite how he feels... it's pretty clear that right here, right now, he's enjoying every second of this. Pushing into that kiss with as much zeal as he can, to the point he worries he's going to bruise one of their lips - pounding his hips against hers, certain that he's going to end up in an aching little ball once they're finished. Gripping her as hard as he can, feathers twisted in his hold, as if he's afraid she'll disappear if he lets go.
...
And yet, he's still going. Face pinched up, looking like he'd love nothing more than to press against her and give her another heavy dose of his magic, but... no. He's still convinced she isn't getting enough out of this compared to himself. He's even going so far as to dull his sense of touch to make sure he'll last as long as he needs to - Despite that, still moaning into that kiss hard enough that he hears it thrumming in his own ears.
Keeping this up is going to be difficult, but for her, he'll do it. (As if he actually needs to.)]
[That puts them at an impasse, doesn't it? Because they're both trying to make sure they last, make sure the other one comes first, make sure their partner enjoys this to the fullest. And Evangeline is equally as stubborn as he is.
Gasping and moaning against his lips, body arching into every thrust, squeezing tight around him - but still holding on, not yet. He has to come first, he's been so good to her, she has to make certain of it.]
[It sure does put them at an impasse! He's working harder for this than he's ever worked before - For anything, honestly. He can't think of a time he's exerted himself as hard as he's exerting himself at this very moment, trying so hard to help get her over that edge by stubbornly clinging onto his own...
After just a second, though, he decides, you know what? Fuck it.
He's not going to let himself finish, no, but he's going to cheat. Pulling away from that kiss so he can swoop in, wrapping his arms around her middle and tucking his face against her shoulder, pressing a kiss there as soft and sweet as anything...]
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Already, she's got him moaning with how readily she takes to his cock - he has to reach out to steady himself, gripping bars of the cage and leaning over her to make sure he stays upright... but one of his hands remain right where it was, sitting upon her head to gently play with her hair.
He's the only one who would ever be this gentle with her, after all. Isn't he?
As her master.]
My sweet little bird... my sweet Evangeline.
You... really are so good...!
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He’s her master. The only master she will ever have. This praise from him is the greatest joy in her life.]
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Why wouldn't he? It's not as if he'd lie to her...
But it's clear she's finally truly getting to him, with him muttering a quiet "fuck...!" under his breath as she pushes herself so hard for his sake - he has to stop himself from jerking his hips against her, chasing the heat of her throat with every bob of her head.
As much as he'd like to grab her hair and go for it... no. He's the gentle, loving master. The one who adores her most, more than anyone else ever could -
He's going to be soft with her. As soft as he can.
...
Though, there's a creak as the bars bend in his hands. He doesn't even notice.]
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All she can do to make up for it is to move her head even faster, hum more intensely, try everything she can to push him over the edge so that he can let go. Her wings fold gently around him in an embrace.]
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And soon enough he's pressed himself flush against her, groaning low in his throat as he gives her every bit of his magic that he can.
... Yet, even still, that hand in her hair is so careful. So cautious.
The last thing he'd want to do is hurt his beautiful pet. The one he loves so dearly as to keep her locked away, for him and him alone.]
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She pulls back only fractionally, licking any stray drops off of him.]
Thank you, Master.
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What good would an untrained bird be?
[He's a bit breathless as he talks, of course, but it's matched with him so sweetly brushing hair out of her face.
Cupping her cheek and everything.]
... Sit back for me. I have plenty more of my love to give you.
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She waits patiently.]
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[Honestly?
Being completely honest?
He broke character just to say that.
Would "master" Louis have said that regardless? Sure! But he looked at her, really looked at her, and felt he immediately had to say it.
Not from "master" to "caged pet", but from Louis to Evangeline.
It's followed up, though, with him kneeling down in front of her - one hand settling on either knee to push them open for him.
And he starts to lower himself, looking up at her to make it clear what he's planning on doing, here.]
Sing for me. We'll see how long you can go without dropping a note.
[Has she ever been eaten out while singing? No?
First time for everything!]
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She nods. (Obviously she’s not wearing underwear, they would just get in her master’s way.) She takes a breath.]
Eat me up, swallow me alive…
[It’s a choice that doesn’t make any sense for the characters they’re playing. But for Louis and Evangeline, ‘devour me because I love you’ seems more fitting than anything else she could have chosen.
…She’s not entirely sure how he’ll react.]
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[How'll he react? Mostly by looking up at her when he processes the words she's singing, eyebrows by his hairline and eyes wide...
But it's also slowly paired with one of his strange, twitchy grins - the kind he gets when he's thinking things - before he delves right in.
Wrapping his arms around her thighs and running his tongue over her folds with an almost restless energy, nails already digging against her skin as his hands grip her legs.
If she's gonna sing to him about being eaten - about wanting to be eaten - then who is he to say no?]
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Evangeline has not, in fact, been eaten out while singing before. Her voice quakes on note after note, and she has to take too deep breaths that break the rhythm, but she keeps singing. Considering the enthusiasm he’s going at her with, she’d say she’s doing pretty well!
She does tangle her fingers in his hair near desperately, though.]
so incredibly normal using icons like this for a smut thread, huh.
All so he can delve in even more, tongue working its way inside her as he focuses hard on the words she sings.
... He'd also say she's doing well, of course. But his mouth's unfortunately busy, so she'll have to take the near desperation from him as praise, here.]
Yeah that seems appropriate
She can’t hold back her moans, and they litter the lyrics, sounding filthy to her own ears as she asks - begs him to consume her. But as debauched as she sounds, she is still singing. Her fingers clench as tight as she can manage, and her entire body shudders. Her wings flap with frantic energy.]
going from eating her (negative) to eating her (sexual)
The thought of that alone is exciting enough for him!
But... as much as he'd like to get her off like this, he'd like to actually fuck her properly, too. And, sure, he could get her off and use her for himself afterward - which, he's deciding, is a fun idea for the future - he'd rather try and get both of them off together.
What else would a loving master do, after all?
So, reluctantly... it all slows down until he stops altogether, chest heaving as he pulls away, swallowing hard as he pulls her again so she's flat on her back... and he can move to line his hips up with hers, bringing a hand up to sit on the pillows beside her head and pin her in.]
... Tell me. Tell me how much you want your master.
eating her (sexual) or eating her (literal, positive?)
I love you, Master. I can’t live without you.
[The first she could say normally, albeit not to Louis. The second is only something she lets herself even think now, just for pretend. But it feels exhilarating to say.]
Please take me. I want to sing for you as you take me.
eating her (CR net gain?)
... He knows she's saying that in character. He knows she is. And he plans to answer in kind - in character, his theatrical roots showing.
But... part of it still stings somewhere in his chest, wanting to be someone others can say that to in earnest.
His grip on her thigh tightens, the head of his cock pressing against her entrance and threatening to push inside of her -]
This... is why I have you caged, you know. You really can't live without me -
[- Only for him to do so hard and fast in one, quick shove up to his hips. Letting out a low, breathy moan from somewhere in his chest from the heat and tightness of it all.
His pretty little bird, wrapped around him so nice and tight...]
... And I won't let you have a chance to learn that for yourself.
eating her (as a source of character development)
[He always feels so good inside her, every time. She feels her body squeeze tight around him, welcoming its true owner.
She inhales. Exhales. She is a songbird, her master’s precious songbird, and so she must sing.
Evangeline picks up where she left off, knowing that he’s going to move within her immediately.]
eating her (for the greater good (calling her a friend))
Just as he promised he would. Messy and haphazard and putting full claim on his precious little bird - the only one who's allowed to even touch her feathers, let alone mess them up.
But, as he does... he also leans in, getting right up by her ear.]
Your voice is... as beautiful as always. As beautiful as you.
I'm-
I'm... going to make sure you can sing for me, only me...
Forever.
eating her (as a friend)
Even harder when he’s speaking in her ear like that, promising that she will only belong to him for the rest of time. Something she knows in her bones to be true.
Her voice shakes and falters, tripping over words. Moans intersperse the lyrics so much that there is more moan than word. She sounds, by any objective measure, not good. But she is beautiful to him.
She’s absolutely soaked around him, and the harder he goes, the wetter she gets and the more broken her singing becomes.]
eating her out (as a friend)
And that isn't the thoughts of "master" Louis. It's just... Louis.
If he could drown in her, he would in a heartbeat. If she wanted to consume him in turn, he'd let her do it piece by piece.
The first person to show him this sort of kindness. To give him any sort of affection.
No judgements. No wish to change him.
She just wants him as he is.
... Which is why he's more than happy to do this for her. To pretend he's the most awful person he could be, keeping her locked up for his own use purely out of love -
It's not far off anyway, he's sure.
By the time her singing is almost too broken to be understood, he decides that's enough - he can't spend this entire time without his lips against hers, no matter how much she might want that.
So he presses into a kiss, snagging her lips and letting out a heavy, heated sigh through his nose as his hips rut against hers.
Desperate, almost, in trying to make sure she gets as much out of this as he is.]
folding her in half (as a pal)
It is almost impossible to kiss someone and sing at the same time, and now that the option is presented, Evangeline desperately wants to kiss him. She moans and sighs into it, singing falling by the wayside.
Her wings tremble and shake in his hold. She squeezes her muscles around him deliberately, thinking that he can't possibly be getting as much out of this as she is, right now.]
filling her up (as a buddy)
Pushing into that kiss with as much zeal as he can, to the point he worries he's going to bruise one of their lips - pounding his hips against hers, certain that he's going to end up in an aching little ball once they're finished.
Gripping her as hard as he can, feathers twisted in his hold, as if he's afraid she'll disappear if he lets go.
...
And yet, he's still going. Face pinched up, looking like he'd love nothing more than to press against her and give her another heavy dose of his magic, but... no.
He's still convinced she isn't getting enough out of this compared to himself. He's even going so far as to dull his sense of touch to make sure he'll last as long as he needs to -
Despite that, still moaning into that kiss hard enough that he hears it thrumming in his own ears.
Keeping this up is going to be difficult, but for her, he'll do it.
(As if he actually needs to.)]
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Gasping and moaning against his lips, body arching into every thrust, squeezing tight around him - but still holding on, not yet. He has to come first, he's been so good to her, she has to make certain of it.]
1/2;
For anything, honestly. He can't think of a time he's exerted himself as hard as he's exerting himself at this very moment, trying so hard to help get her over that edge by stubbornly clinging onto his own...
After just a second, though, he decides, you know what?
Fuck it.
He's not going to let himself finish, no, but he's going to cheat. Pulling away from that kiss so he can swoop in, wrapping his arms around her middle and tucking his face against her shoulder, pressing a kiss there as soft and sweet as anything...]
2/2;
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puts this in ur hands
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do we wanna wrap this up
tbh we can just say they took a nap afterward and call it good yeah LKMLKJ