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You're more than just a disciplined leader on the throne beside his very own Savior.
He preferred to refer to you as a Goddess.
It fit well to the extent some people might fail to fixate on and remember that you're a mortal like the rest of the residents inside Magenta. That you had blood running through your veins and an silent heart that's beating to keep you sitting up straight. No, you didn't own bright, white wings or the devil horns that often got put upon your decisions. You're a strict leader, just like his Savior. And yet, there's a softer touch in both reach and voice when interacting with the Believers. The way your hair fell forward, the moment you stroked it behind your ear by using a certain calm in the actions that his Savior could never ever Imitate correctly.
He adored you for giving him a purpose. He loved you for making him a worthy person, someone he always dreamed of becoming. Thanks to you he found stability and a warm feeling bloom in his chest he'd never known before meeting you. Such a thrilling fire that you somehow managed to resurrect the moments your eyes scanned him from head to toe. You gave him the chance to develop to his full potential, he's becoming better day after day just for the soild goal to make you happy. The best time of his day's when you acknowledged his progress with a praise in that calm albeit firm voice of yours. Having his body experience the privilege of pride.
Ray didn't need to sleep, eat, take breaks or waste time on insignificant things like crying. Ever since you appeared in his life in order to guide him to true paradise, he'd been following the light you offered to shine onto someone so worthless. Making him become a knight who's top priority it was to protect and serve the princess. Or, in that case, his Goddess. Always certain, always focused and ready with answers for every single question in existence. It's remarkable, unbeatable. Not even his Savior could be like you, although he would never get the premission to confirm that statement out loud. Yet it's the truth, to Ray, you're the true Savior of Mint Eye. He knew it's controversial.
Just a fact he couldn't suppress. You're hard on him because you knew someone as stupid as him needed threats to keep the workflow steady. He's a good-for-nothing, that's why he left all decisions and thinking to you, his job's to work them into reality. As easy as that. Your straight forward tone send showers down his back colder than the water he washed himself with, not leaving any room for disobedience nor the possibility to question your requests. And he definitely didn't deserve it, but you insisted for him to take better care of himself if he wished to continue being useful to you. And Ray wanted nothing more, everything he did's for you. Just like the shaking knock on the door.
"Enter, Ray."
Your voice's lovely, even with the distance inside of it. He obligated quickly, feeling his heart start to race behind his ribcage. That's one of the things that always happened, regardless how often he'd done it. It's the effect you had on him, both intoxicating and concerning. There you sat, surrounded by cold pink with the moonlight shining onto your back, leaving the illusion you're enlightened. Gorgeous. That's the first thing Ray thought to himself when coming into the room night after night. Not a day passing where he didn't worship your very own existence. You waited on the chair, elbow leaned upward to hold your head as these glittering eyes of yours began to pierce through his head the moment he entered and closed the door.
"My Lady, I have the report for the status of the assignment, as you requested."
He bowed low, leather covered fingertips close to the blue rose you once told him you liked. The time you arrived here, a messy memory considering he knew you this way the best. Tall and strong, he could be jealous but instead he's intrigued. Your one foot rocked back and forth underneath the tabel, your hair rushing over your exposed shoulders. It took Ray lots of willpower to not stare at your skin, couldn't help but feel his cheeks start gaining a red shade. He waited for your confirmation, telling him he shall read it to you like every time. Tonight it took longer than usual, at first you just watched him try not to fidget with the report in his hands.
"I assume you've finished it."
Not a question, it's a statement that dared Ray to say otherwise and disappoint you. Thankfully, he's able to nod to that. For once he did something right. Weight fell off his shoulders, your face stayed emotionless, though.
"Y-Yes, of course. It's all documented here.. Please allow me to report to you."
"No, Ray. I want you to come here."
A sudden demand that you didn't put into the room before, it actually got him malfunction for a good second as he just stared into your face. Normally he's standing on the other side of the room, reading the reports without stuttering if he could help it. Maybe serve you dinner and then excuse himself after you gave him new tasks to work on. Ray wouldn't waste your precious time with his incompetence, so he took unregulated steps until he could stare down at the top of your head. It felt wrong, somehow. To be right beside you this way, the fear of doing it wrong nagged on his soul immediately.
"L-Like this, My L-Lady..?"
Cursing himself for stuttering like an idiot, Ray noticed the smell of yours rising into his nose. For a moment it corrupted all senses individually, a sent he'd missed to an scary amount. Something he could drown in, he loved to stay close to you in a way he's able to inhale it once again after such long days. Reminding him of the one night where he'd still been untrained in keeping control and pleaded to you when taking your foot into his hand to ask what he should think, feel and do. You hummed to confirm his question, one of your pretty fingers tapped onto the wood.
"Place it down, I read myself."
He mumbled incoherent consent, watching your free hand take the edge of the first sheet between your fingernails while reading through the assignment. Ray pressed both hands behind his back, trying really hard not to stare into the part of your face he's capable to make out from that unfamiliar angle. Wishing he would be allowed to reach out and stroke these sweet baby strands of hair away from your temple. It always shimmered softly, inviting him in his imaginations to run through them and play with the tips between his own. How they fell over your shoulders and neck, storking the way a featherlight paint brush would.
He registered halfway you flipped the page, too occupied appreciating these small details of your body and soul nobody else knew as well as he did. Ray felt a familiar string contract his chest, the pain of unrequited love, he figured as time passed by. Of course, you're way too good for him. He's lucky you accepted him as your personal servant when every other person on the planet could do it much better. Ray's aware he didn't have any right to be painful, but he's worthless and greedy. Sometimes he longed for you to take care of him the way you'd done after arriving. But he knew, it's impossible. Someone like him shouldn't be treated good.
"I see. How long did it take?"
Being torn out of thoughts, Ray shook his head slightly to not confuse memories with reality. The grip around his own hands increased, he's oddly lost for words today, hopeful you either wouldn't notice or if you did, what's most likely the case, not call him out. It would ruin his self esteem in mere seconds. The young hacker cleared his throat silently.
"The research took seven hours. Processing as well as editing ten hours. The assignment required a total of twenty hours, My Lady."
"Hm. Did you work on it by yourself?"
Ray nodded, the bright shining pride filling his chest when being able to prove his abilities to you like this, showing you that he could do whatever you asked within the time span you set. No other person's done that very complicated albeit informative assignment, Ray did it all for you and you only. And as long as he would perform well enough, there's no reason for you to dispose of him. He didn't care what it was, how it effected his health. If you're satisfied, then it's all worth it. You put the papers back with your index finger continuing to tap on the table. Almost like a beat when he thought about it.
"Did you take breaks?"
Ray wasn't sure what to say, if he should stay truthful or not. Honestly, he didn't take a single break, the reason for the bags underneath his eyes to hang deeper then before. He did fell asleep after finishing for round about two hours, but in the process of creating the assignment, he left his chair once to go to the toilet. Not an aspect of his body he could suppress forever. Was that considered a break? Ray's unsure, shook his head either way.
"I suppose I went to the bathroom once, My Lady. But other than that, I worked through it."
The moment your head leaned back an inch more, that way you're making eye contact with him, Ray's knees turned into jelly due to fright. He knew that stone cold facade, these beautiful eyes filled with rigor as you told him without words that's not an information you're feeling good over after receiving. Ray opened his mouth, the apology for neglecting his needs when you told him specifically to take care of his body burning on his tongue, yet no sound escaped. He wanted to get the assignment done the same day, he wanted to impress and have you feel at ease by knowing you could rely on him.
But he messed up, didn't he? He disrespected your authority by not following such an simple order. Ray's body began to shake with fear, was that enough for you to replace him? Throw him away because he's not adapting accordingly to your expectation? He's so stupid for making you waste high emotions like anger. He felt ashamed right away, lowering his gaze to the ground as he's trying not to let the hot tears that rose behind his eyes roll over his cheeks. Why couldn't he do one thing right. Maybe his Savior's right, maybe his mother had figured it out back then. Ray was and always will be useless. Why were you wasting time on him.
"Ray, get down."
Without a sound he did what you asked, slowly lowering down to be on his knees. Would you hit him, perhaps? Not that you've been violent towards him before, another beautiful contrast to every other person he'd ever met. But maybe he crossed the line now, he'd take any pain just to keep you pleased. To make sure you wouldn't leave him. After all, he acted arrogant and disobeyed your order, Ray's the last to complain about punishment. None of that kind took place, though. You just turned the chair to sit right in front of him. Although his sight's glued to the floor, he still managed to see you lift your head from your hand.
"Ray, twenty hours in a row is too much even for you."
"No-!"
He corrected as you're still finishing the sentence, surprising the both of you. Ray's face shoot back up, wet mint eyes seeking your calm colored ones. He didn't need to rest, twenty hours weren't too much if he only could make you happy. Working straight for a long period of time's not a price too high to pay when realizing he's doing something for you. Ray's desperate to earn your recognition. He would hurt himself or suffer as much as he could, as long as you wouldn't leave him. Before you could mistake his sudden shouting for rudeness, he folded his hands in a praying, or maybe, begging manner.
"I-I can do it, My Lady..! Please, I can master every task. It's nothing, as long as you don't.. don't get tired of me, make use of me."
It's disgusting even to himself for how pathetic his words were as his voice's slightly cracking from the pressure the fear put him under. You blinked once, twice before you bend forward. Ray's breath got stuck in the back of his throat by how close you came, giving him the luck to memorize the loose pattern float around in your iris, you're truly a Goddess, nobody could ever be that perfect. His heart skipped a beat the moment you placed your soft index finger under his chin, as if you didn't want him to avoid the intense eye contact at all.
"I appreciate the work you've done today. However, I would like you to understand that you aren't a machine."
The prasie and the worry you let shine through even when being displeased with his lack of competence's making Ray's heart bleed out. Unconsciously, he leaned into your touch as your finger ran over his cheek to cup it, the air around thinner than before. The suit of his never became hot, unexplainable how that could change in such a quick moment. You sighed lightly.
"I order you to take breaks every six hours for at least one hour. Understood?"
As Ray didn't trust his voice to come out the way it should've, he nodded instead. Your hand's so cool against his heated skin, softer than any pillower could be. Giving him a bit of affection, he couldn't believe how lucky he was that you, from all people, had chosen him, from all people. You're an angel, a cold one, yet shining so bright Ray could've cried for the way it let him feel more than darkness, fear of pain. After the little smile appeared on your face, he first didn't realize he stared at it.
"Good. Now then, Ray. I want to play a game. For that we go step by step and you obey what I say. Alright?"
"Of course.. O-Of course, My Lady. Your every wish is my command."
The smile on your face went shades darker with the sudden shift of your eyes, did the moon lost on strength for a moment to create such an illusion? Ray swallowed, you never had played a game with him before. What kind of game would it be? Would it be fun? Either way, he's going to listen and do whatever you say. With the attention on only him, the way he secretly preferred it, you ran your hand up to stroke through his hair. A deep sigh fell from his lips, it's been ages the last time you touched him in such a soft manner. It felt nice, smoothing down the white chaos he never managed to brush right.
"First step. Stop thinking."
Ray hummed, trying to empty his head and do nothing other than focusing on your touch. With his eyes closed, he could feel the palm of your hand more intensely. It's not all that hard, considering both you and the Savior trained him in abandoning thought process. You rushed with your fingertips over the egde of his ear by accident, it still send a shiver down his spine. Heartbeat picking up speed although there's no saying what exactly you wanted to play.
"Step two. Relax."
You heard the exhale of air as he let go as much tension as he could, becoming as calm as it's possible for Ray's standards. In his current position it's just not the easiest thing to do, with your sent filling his head and your fingernails scratching over his scalp, too unfamiliar that feeling, yet it's a good one. That might be the reason why it had him constantly shudder. Hopefully you wouldn't complain over his body acting against your order.
"Step three. Answer my questions truthfully. So.. tell me Ray, are you my good boy?"
That question caught his heart off guard, forcing imaginations into his head he's ashamed to witness when knowing it's his very own mind that came up with these ideas. Ray could see himself on a leash for you, sitting on his knees all evening with his eyes glued to whatever you would do in front of him. Maybe work, maybe play on your phone. He could watch your every movement, the hand of yours holding the hairbrush to keep your hair soft, putting on lipstick in a beautiful pink color. Change into something comfortable for the night. The thought let him blush immensely, you could never ever know about this.
You probably would be disgusted by it. And as much as it had string in his chest, he could understand a reaction like that. Ray's not a good boy, he never had been. He always got called bad, stupid and nobody wanted him because he's useless. He understood it well. But maybe, when doing all the orders right you gave him, he could be one. Was he? He couldn't recall a compliment similar to that, not even after you arrived. Ray's only option's to pray he didn't act too arrogant and that you actually found some value in him. Even if it's just for work, he wouldn't mind.
"I.. I hope so, My Lady."
"I hope so too. But I suppose you can prove it tonight."
Ray felt his shoes heat up to a worsening state, the suit of him hadn't been a problem before and yet, he wanted to take it off so badly. Your hand let go of his hair, instead it wandered down his neck, coming in contact with his skin for a short second, it took Ray lots of strength to not gasp. You then got a tight grip on his shoulder, voice closer than before. Was he losing his mind? In a dream, perhaps? None of this happened before, it's too good to be true.
"Ray. Open your eyes and don't say a single word until I allow you to."
Scared of the unknown, he slowly blinked his eyes open. Meeting your face as it's so much closer than before. Ray parted his lips to apologize for leaning in unintentionally, but he held himself as your order drifted back into his conscious. Not a word. Therefore he closed his mouth again, earning a small smile of you by doing something correctly. He almost let a whine slip when you leaned back into the chair, it felt cold and empty without your touch. He'd been torn out of the grief for the loss of wamrth as you stood up, taller than ever before. Looking up to you that way, with your colder stare reading his desires, Ray pulled his shoulders forward. It scared him as much as it excited him.
He figured he's really sick in the head for feeling such things. You walked over to the windowsill which was big enough to sit on. Ray couldn't stop staring, even if you would tell him to. You're so beautiful when sitting there, legs leaning over the edge, dress falling as lovely as your hair with both your small hands resting on the sides of your hips. Waist empathized thanks to the dark fabric, if Ray would stare long enough, he's sure his vision would get used to the dark enough to make out every single curve of your shape. The realization hit him like a flat hand, the way he drooled on the inside with his own body heating up, he might really be a dog.
"Turn to me and keep your eyes on me. I know that's not a hard task for you."
Called out, he turned with the embarrassment creeping into the foreground, should he apologize for continuing to stare? No, you just said that's what he shall do. Ray waited silently for your next order, hoping that it would give him the same kind of thrill to feel. You then wiggled your feet for a moment before taking the hem of your dress between your fingers.
"Do you remember the night you said you want me to tell you how to fell?"
Knowing you didn't accept his voice for an answer, he nodded weak. The young hacker's having a hard time to listen to your words as you pulled the dress back some more. Revealing that soft skin of your thighs just for him to see, Ray swore he would suffer an heart attack by how loud it banged against his chest and inside his ears. You placed your index finger to your cheek, the grin never disappearing. The game must've been fun for you, then.
"Here's your answer. All you need to feel now is a sin. And it's called lust. Understood?"
Now that's the moment where his nerves tore apart, eyes widened in shock as he looked for any hint of humiliation inside yours, there's nothing to find though. Not a single emotion. Was this a test? Should he prove he's capable to keep himself under control? But the way you said it, getting him to feel dirty by reminding it's a sin to lust over someone else, he wanted to close his eyes and say otherwise. That he's wishing to reach paradise with you. He could be better and suppress this rough longing. At the end of the day, however, Ray's aware there's no way to lie into your face. And it might had been inappropriate, there's no denying he felt it long before you said it out loud.
Ray tried not to make a sound when nodding, watching you with the rest of concentration he's able to cling onto. He made fists in order to keep his attention to the slightest signal of anger, he wished for you to have fun, after all. You then wasted no time and pulled the dress over your head. That caught him even more off guard, Ray couldn't help but disobey by hiding his eyes behind his hands. No, oh dear. He couldn't do that, he couldn't dirty you that way. It's already a disaster he felt his pants tighten by your orders, he would never manage to hide his desire once he'd seen your naked body. The thought alone's enough to make him feel flustered all over.
"Ray, look at me. Now."
Torn apart by the situation, he hesitated a long moment before slowly releasing his hands from his eyes, putting them back into his lap. The young hacker breathed through to find composure, the spit stayed in the back of his throat once he did find enough courage to look back at you. He didn't expect you to wear more than underwear, but your wearing see-through fabric falling without weight over your hips. You took something from the windowsill, it passed by for a moment until Ray realized you're putting on high black socks, high enough for you to connect them to your dress-like bottom with thin strings, all in pitch black. You're gorgeous, it shouldn't be allowed.
"It's lingerie. Do you like it?"
You lifted your arm to let one leg stand out, posing and Ray swore to the heavens you're trying to murder him. All of your body exposed and in the same time covered, his head spun like a carousel by how hard he tried not to drown you in compliments. How did you make him feel so wild, like he wanted to jump off the ground to push you down onto the bed. You shook your head, not helping him to stop getting drunk on desire whatsoever.
"Use your words, Ray."
"I.. You're beautiful, gorgeous.. I don't.. No word can truly describe how i-incredible you look."
You seemed pleased with that as you waved your finger for him to come over. Ray almost lost balance as he stood up too quickly, in comparison with his legs though it's still steady. He came to an hold after you placed one hand against his chest, hopefully you wouldn't feel how his heart busted through the roof due to adrenaline. Now he's the one looking down at you, somehow that gave him a feeling of control he needed to act out carefully to not get addicted.
"Would you like to touch me?"
His fingertips twitched by the question, you must've known he would die to earn the premission. Ray felt his senses becoming messed over with your eyelashes fluttering the same moment you ran down your hand to hook your fingers into his waistband. Was this the game? If so, Ray would love to play until he's numb from the sensation. As he nodded once more, you let go to get back on your feet and push him down by the shoulders. The constant switch of control to submission had him impatient.
"Step four. Touch me."
Didn't have to tell him twice, Ray took the fact you're still holding onto his shoulders to his advantage to lean in and storke one covered hand under the see-through fabric to touch your stomach. How he longed to take off the gloves and get a taste of the soft skin you took care of. Instead he used his other hand to feel the muscles of your leg, running over the hollow of the knee and give it a push. It made you fall forward a bit, feeling what your calf felt like when pressing with more pressure. At this point Ray's certain. If there's a paradise, it's within his Goddess. It surprised him as you tilted his head back, the way you kept him silent by placing a finger against his lips felt intoxicating.
"You have the premission to touch and kiss me wherever you like. So do something with it."
He hummed against your skin before taking your hand to kiss the back of it. How was he the lucky one to touch you, what did he do to deserve such reward? He couldn't remember something outstanding he'd done to earn this privilege. And even though it's leaving a taste of guilt on the tip of his tongue for taking something he didn't deserve, he still allowed himself to place a kiss on your belly next. You said wherever he wished to, as long as you weren't lying, he would rely on that. Tasting the soap on your body, he slowly kissed along your body. Up your ribcage, on your collarbone, leaving open mouth kisses when reaching your neck. The sigh of yours had him pull you closer.
He wanted more, it's frighting. With your body pressed up against his, he just wanted to leave marks on your skin. Ray squeezed lightly after putting both hands around your hips, mumbling a small thank you as you titled your head more. He could make out the pulse of yours under his kisses when testing where you liked them the most. All of you's inviting him, overwhelming pleasure that's quietly mocking him in the back of his head. And in his pants. Although it might be wrong, he couldn't stop to run one hand back over your lower body to press you against him. That small friction caused his breath to hitch. He withdrew as you put both arms onto his shoulders.
"Step five. Undress."
The rawness that covered your voice's enough to make him push the magenta coat off his shoulders and down at the ground. With each passing second he let go more and more of the thoughts and with that, he stopped worrying about his insecurities. That's your doing, you made him feel this unexplainably good. To know you wanted this, you set it up only for him got him floating on cloud seven. You helped him take off the shirt to make him stand half naked in front of you. Before his brain could start pointing out how ugly his body was, that you wouldn't like it, you ran both hands down his arms. He followed your gaze to realize you eyed his burises and scars.
"I knew you would have plenty of those."
"Oh... I'm sorry if they displease you.."
Ray's words lingered in his own ears for a moment, the pain of knowing he could never be good enough rose back into his chest to suffocate him. You must've detested them as much as he did, would you end the game and tell him to get dressed again, to leave the room for having the audacity to show you something so unpleasant? He wouldn't be surprised. He would understand. You hummed shortly with your hands continuing to run up and down, suddenly you pressed your nails into his bruises. A painful hiss filled the room since it hurt.
"Actually.. they suit you. They suit your fate and my preferences."
Not enough time to figure out what you meant by that, his eyes began to water up as you pulled him back and bit his shoulder. He pressed his lips together to not make another painful noise, feeling your teeth sinking into his pale skin's both torture and heaven. Ray never felt anything quite like this, the pain he's usually put under wasn't that pleasurable at the same time. After you pulled away, the bite hit the cold air, giving him a vague idea how deeply you decided to go. Your fingertips felt electric as they ran down to take his belt from his pants. Would you really want to go that far? With him? The inexperience for such intimacy should be known by you, considering a little kiss's enough to get him worked up.
"Step six. Get back down and don't dare to cover up."
His shaky knees brought him back to the ground, he quietly thanked you as his weight began to get impossible to carry with that overwhelming desire manifesting inside his veins. You sat down onto the windowsill again, close enough to press your foot against the obvious bulge in his pants. Ray's throat hurt by the loud gasp, that's a feeling he'd never experienced before. But just that little bit felt so incredible, making him ready to beg for more. He lifted his hand aimlessly, not sure if he should push away your foot that wouldn't stop messing with the boner underneath his pants or encourage you by placing into onto your ankle.
"Take your pants off."
Your voice reaching only the back of his head to get his shaking hands to open the way too tight pants. Both a loss and relief that you took away your foot, Ray pushed them down, kicking them off completely. He had to stop himself from making thoughts, it would result in the same old problem. Self-hatred. Therefore, he let his mind circle around the game you both were playing. The young hacker could feel the stare of yours on his naked chest and underwear, not able to tell if he enjoyed it or if it made him overly nervous. Maybe both. You placed your chin back down onto the palm of your hand.
"You know the seven deathly sins, Ray?"
"Um.. I-I do, My Lady. Why do you ask?"
The smile on your face a dark one, it caught his full attention when you spread your legs more. He didn't mean to stare, you're just not giving him an opportunity to prove he'd capable to do otherwise. You exhaled loudly through your nose, yet Ray couldn't tell in what direction you took the conversation.
"Pride is one of them. Do you think it fits?"
You asked, a hint of curiosity to find as you put the question into the room. Ray crooked an eyebrow at that, not sure to who you're referring. It didn't fit him, that's certain, by how low he and everyone around thought of him. Neither did it fit for you, you might be higher than most people when it came to authority, but you're not full of yourself. And yet, the way you kept your head up regardless of what happened represented a pride posture, which you truly deserved. Knowing Ray couldn't lie to you, he nodded dry.
"It.. You're a pride woman, M-My Lady.. But rightly so."
"I agree with that. What about sloth?"
Ray though for a moment, when it's sloth and when it's fatigue. You did enjoy to sleep in, however, Ray couldn't quite identify if it as either. A difficult question indeed. His shoulder twitched as you kneeled down yourself, right over his lap. For a moment he forgot to breath, obligating him to answer with no air left.
"Well- I suppose m-maybe a bit. But it's not.. not bad."
The way your teeth showed after the smile became brigther seemed to confirm it's the right answer. You ran both hands through his hair again, not commenting the moment he's holding you by the waist again.
"Envy, then?"
"Y-You... Always seemed to have envied the Savior to some extent, if I-I'm allowed to say that."
It's true, you didn't like the blonde woman with black mask ever since learning about her existence. You didn't like how he took her preaching as priority, even though you asked for his attention. Your stare narrowed as you leaned back over him, hair falling down on his cheeks. He blushed by how soft every inch of your shape was. In that position, with your words sharper than any knife when ready to cut his throat for saying the wrong thing, for once Ray didn't worry all that much. He found it oddly easy to answer truthfully, however he achieved that ability. It's a big help to stay steady for his Goddess. You then ran your nails over his back, hearing him growl low in his throat due to the pain.
"Gluttony?"
"I'm.. afraid to admit you do enjoy drinking a lot, M-My Lady."
You nodded, there's this particular drink you had in your room all day available. Ray had to order that one more often than the rest by how quickly you killed bottle after bottle. The young hacker with mint eyes let himself become bold to leave another trail of open mouth kisses on your neck, tasting your shower gel on his tongue with a wet spot remaining after going to the other side to repeat the show of affection.
"What about wrath."
The moment you said it, you palmed him through his boxers, his cock throbbing painfully by the long time he'd been in this state after starting the game. Ray sighed low before burying his face into the crock of your neck, that unfamiliar shock of pleasure got his body trembling. Your hand felt so good on him, massaging him slowly to leave him long for so much more. It passed two attempts of clearing his throat until he could speak. Still unable to keep his tone constant as your hand went into his boxers instead.
"A... A b-bit to be found in your m-movements and v-voice My Lady.. hah.."
Ray teared up the moment your fingers came in contact with his erection. You felt different from his own hand, different from what he'd imagined. You're colder and with your long nails, it send a shower down his entire back. Once you took it into your hand, Ray's mouth hung open involuntarily. That's new. That's a feeling that almost pushed him over the edge right then and there.
"Greed, then? Am I greedy, Ray?"
You purred with your thumb stroking the precum from his tip, slowly going down which had him suppress a moan. He could feel his cock twitch in your hand, if you would continue doing that, he's going to bust before either of you were prepared. A small stop fell from his lips, pointless though as you ignored his request. Ray wiped the sweat that ran down his forehead when getting an hold of your wrist. He then realized he still wore his gloves, looking into your eyes with a fogged vision, it's impossible to read your facial expression that way.
"M-Maybe.. a bit.. right n-now, My Lady."
"A bit, you say. And the seventh one? Lust? Does that fit as well, Ray?"
He hummed softly as you kissed him on the lips, not leaving time to collect his thoughts for one minute. Ray frowned unwittingly as you licked over his lips, he immediately parted them for you. It's messy and heated, the tongue of yours pressed against his almost violently, running over the inside of his cheek next. Unexpected for him, he moaned into the kiss after you pulled down his boxers enough to stroke him again. The burning desire within ran down his arms in form of goosebumps, the pressure in his lower stomach becoming harder and harder to hold, he's torn apart by your touch. How was he so damn lucky. Ray licked over his swollen lips after you pulled away, showing mercy to let him breath through.
"Yeah.. Fits perfectly, Princess."
He didn't intend to use that nickname, it slipped by how devoured he felt. Luckily you just chuckled, Ray's body worked on instincts by how messed up you got him. His hips moved against your hand unsteady, meeting your trusts to receive more of the addictive fire that spread through his entire body. Your other hand pressed the thumb back against his lower lip, pushing the tip in for Ray to suck on it.
"Are you able to see now, Ray? I'm not an angel like you always insist."
Rapidly you pulled both thumb and hand away, ignoring his whine on purpose. You stood back up to pull down your panties, the black fabric harmonizing too well with your skin for his own good.
"I'm a sinner. And you can't help but crave that darkness, can you."
You titled your head playfully, sitting down again with the black fabric on your sides falling elegantly, touching your inner thigh for the sake of teasing as you're leaning in a bit more to see the bright blush on his face better.
"You're serving a devil. And oh my.. You also lust over her. You go to hell, Ray. Not Paradise."
The young hacker swallowed hard, trying with all willpower to look into your face instead on your fingers rubbing in circling motions over the most sensitive part of your body. The way your breath sounded's enough to give in. But would that be so bad? Maybe hell could be a paradise as well if only his Goddess would be there making use of him. Control every aspect of his being and bend him the way you wished. Ray wouldn't mind bruning in endless fire with your hands on his skin and words directed at him. Your gasp brought him back to reality, seeing you push a finger inside you had him feel his breath cut short. It might be true, he would go to hell, but how could he not want to touch you.
"Hm.. If you want to go to paradise so badly, then all you have to do's leave the room."
Your voice raspy due to the pleasure you brought yourself right in front of Ray's eyes. He could feel his fingertips pressing against the floor, refusing to let the desire take over his better judgement and just do it himself. The thought of leaving right at the moment's more than just torture. Ray's certain it would kill him.
"If not.. Then you won't ever reach heaven because you'll be fucking a devil."
The chuckle your lips couldn't hold back filled the room, followed by another high whine as you found a sensitive spot inside of you. The way you gazed at him, he didn't stood up yet, but you knew what decision he made regardless. That's why you stopped and pulled your fingers away.
"Come here and ruin your white blood, hm?"
Ray's running dry on patience as he stood up quickly to lean over you. Both his hands pushed you against the window. The icy temperature just like the wet feeling against his cheeks as you cupped them to drag him into another messy kiss. Ray's blood already ran dark, with the sudden possessiveness that corrupted his actions. He didn't care about heaven or paradise like his Savior did. All he wanted's to please you, didn't matter where he would end up after doing so. And suppose you're really a devil, Ray would love to drown in your darkness. It's what fascinated him from the beginning. Something he really did crave after meeting you in person.
Ray sighed into your mouth, running his hand carefully over one of your breasts to give it a squeeze and see your reaction. He did it again to hear you moan more, pinching a nipple and smiling against your mouth when it made you gasp. This game had been going on too long, he's having enough, as shamelessly as it sounded. Ray pulled away to breath when your one hand guided him to your entrance, that alone forced his knees to become weak.
"You better finish what you started, it's an order."
He nodded, half lidded eyes glowing bright under the moonlight as you looked back at him. He's totally gone from reality, only the desire that's deciding on his next move. You leaned your head back against the cold glass after he slowly entered you. Ray had to stop midway, otherwise he's afraid to cum from the sensation alone. You're mind numbing, warm and tight, embracing him like you're made for him. As if he's made for you. Now that he got to claim what's his, Ray didn't want to end it anymore. Wishing to be the only one you did that with, that he's all you needed or saw. He would make it happen one day, no matter how. You storked the hair from his forehead with a certain blush covering your cheeks. So beautiful. So perfect.
And it's all his in that very moment. To support his own weight better, Ray placed one hand against the window to push in completely. For a moment he could only breath through, steadying himself to make sure he couldn't accidentally lose balance. You moved your hips forward to feel him tight the grip around your waist, that's all he could take before he started to trust into you. Dear God, how did he never asked for this, knowing you're drowning in pleasure while he could make you his, he should've done it sooner. You felt so good, your body reacting to all his little touches with intensity. The noises that you made when he decided to go faster and feel you better were dangerously attractive. Like the rest of you.
"Ray.. Ray, fuck. Hm.. You did this before, didn't you."
You panted against his lips after pulling him by the hair, earning a hiss of pain mixed with arousal to have his face buried in your neck again. Ray scratched the skin there with his teeth, tempted to bite you the way you'd done moments ago. Instead he sucked on it, feeling your body jerk up, but being pushed down immediately by his hand. Seeing the red mark there filled his chest with a different kind of warmth. It almost got him cuss the moment you met his trusts halfway.
"No.. I-I didn't.. It's the f-first time for m-me.."
"Fuck, you might be made for this. Ah.. Good God, you're no heaven creature. I knew it."
Your giggle far from reality, lingering inside his ears like a melody to push him faster and hear you become louder. If he's really made for the simple purpose to please you, he's going to appreciate every minute and give you all he had. Ray could you feel tighten around him, taking your wrist away as you tried to touch yourself to do it his way, using the tempo he preferred. The leather heated up in no time when rubbing over your clit, causing your body to twitch a lot more with your voice letting sweet moans out. You're truly driving him insane, he couldn't find another explanation for the way he roughly fucked you on the windowsill.
You whined against his ear, never letting go of his hair to keep his face close against your neck. But Ray still could see some of your face, the deep red and your dark eyelashes fluttering shut, he's able to feel his heart bleed.
"You're so.. perfect, gorgeous. Y-You're a Goddess, M-My Lady.. ngh-.."
"Wrong. I'm not, R-Ray. Hah.. I'm a devil. And you're having sex with h-her."
Ray took the hand from the window to bring your back up, rubbing faster that it let you gasp as he's so close to explode with lava filling his veins. The thought somehow wasn't bad, quite the contrary actually, the darkness of yours got him excited in the first place. Keeping him under control where it felt like a gift. Your fingernails scratched his scalp, resulting in him giving a tougher trust that made you both flinch. He kissed your neck, going up to whisper into your ear. You might not agree, to him though, it's all he saw.
"A dark Goddess I-I will serve and please u-until I fall apart."
"Good, t-then why don't you fall apart right now Ray– ah.."
He knew what you meant and for once, he would do that without fear consuming his mind. Ray managed to watch you fall apart first, he could feel it in the way your body stuttered to his touch, your voice lost itself in the back of your throat. That sight of your face unravel in pleasure had him reach his own breaking point. Ray could feel the fire inside release with an intense weight through his lower stomach, the bliss of pleasure that occupied most of his brain for a good moment. Finally, something for just himself. That felt so good, he didn't want to stop, but he knew he had to as it became quite painful from the overstimulation. All his limbs turned into jelly now that a certain satisfaction washed over him. He felt amazing, strong for once.
Not ready for the push on his chest, Ray stumbled back to his feet within mere seconds. You bend down to throw his magenta colored coat at him, which he catched clumsily. The cold glare didn't quite match with the playful tone you addressed him with.
"Put on your clothes, or do you want to anger the holy of the place any further."
Ray blushed madly after realizing that Mint Eye was indeed a place supposed to be clean and holy. Picking the pieces individually to cover his body again, Ray watched you from the corner of his eyes as you put the underwear just like the dress back over your shape. As both of you were done, the young hacker wasn't sure what to do or say. He'd never done something that intimate before, there's probably a lot he could ruin. Instead he waited quietly as you sat back into the chair, taking the report between your fingertips as you met his gaze.
"You just ruined your only chance to reach paradise, Ray. Are you proud of that?"
Your used up voice asked without particular emotion. He stood straight to hide both hands behind his back. In all honesty, you're worth more than any paradise that might exist. If he's going to stay by your side as a replacement to heaven, he would chose you all the way without hesitation. Ray cleared his throat, trying to keep his heavy body straight.
"I do not have any other wish than being useful to you, My Lady. The rest's second rate to me."
He stated as confident as his inner demons allowed it. You eyed his decision with care, searching for any doubt on his facial features. But it's the truth, Ray would give up everything for you. He would galdly give up his life to protect you. No matter what, or if this desire's one sided, as it was, he would make it happen either way. Ray wouldn't ask you to love him back, as long as you would keep him as a servant, it's fine. You huffed before turning back against the table.
"Alright, that's all for tonight then. You can leave now, Ray."
He hummed, the routine coming back as he bowed to show his respect and go back to work. After he turned the handle of the door, however, he realized a small detail that you had to share with him.
"I'm sorry, but.. What is my next task?"
Your cool eyes blinked slowly, scanning his body like you haven't seen him naked moments ago. Ray beared the pressure a second too long before you twisted your fingers to rest your chin on them.
"I guess since you're now stained.. You take a shower and go pray, Ray."
That's an odd order, but who's he to judge. A shower sounded quite nice, his clothes felt dirty on his body as well. Ray confirmed he woud do so after opeing the door to leave. With his heart staying in your room, like it always had.
"I will, My Goddess. Have a beautiful night."
"Hmh. I see you tomorrow in the morning, little devil."