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Yes, Master~

Consensual Control

Content Warning: Dubcon

Sex is fun. Sometimes, sex involves power dynamics. The master and the servant. The dom and the sub. Or, perhaps, something stranger. This is a meme for characters exploring the space defined by these power dynamics, without either party being forced into it against their will. It's a game, and the only winners are the ones who have a good time.

Of course, this being an RP meme, we can get a little surreal with it, too.

BDSM Rules. No outside enforcement of the dynamic; you just both agree to the rules. The safest version of this, because if you don't like what happens, you can just stop. For added fun, bring some costumes and role playing into it.
That's an Order. One of you is high enough status that the other can't freely disobey their orders. They wouldn't use that power against you, of course... but what if you asked them to?
Winner takes all. Like the first one, but with a PVP element. Have a fight, or a gamble, and wager yourself on the outcome. To the winner go the spoils, to do with as they please.
Hypnosis. Have you ever wanted to get hypnotized into being someone's sex toy? Now you can. Hypnosis is super real, and it puts you into a sort of trance that your partner can use to control you every thought.
Super Aphrodisiac. If you drink this, you'll be so overcome with lust that you won't be able to control yourself. What happens after that is out of your hands. Bottoms up.
Body control. The result of some kind of hypertech or magic ritual. For a fixed period of time, if your new master gives an order, your body will follow it automatically, with or without your permission. Depending on the version, they may even be able to control your sensitivity, or make you climax with a word.
Use your imagination. Got an idea along the theme that isn't on the list? Make up your own hook! I'm not your daddy.

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Keres just might had been convinced to go for two out of three, had she the energy to do so, but there really wasn't any reason to drag this all out now was there? It was clear Éowyn lacked her experience and perhaps endurance, things that could be built up in time

The fact Éowyn had managed to get Keres to agree to this, well, prize may be a minor miracle given Keres' self loathing. Besides... it does feel nice to win. Speaking of, she'll let go and give her soon to be lover a hand up.

"You're stronger than I expected. You certainly didn't make it easy."

Despite everything - despite her frustration, despite her exhaustion, despite the slowly developing fear of just what she may have got Keres to agree to - Éowyn smiles as she takes the other woman's hand, still panting for breath as she climbs to her feet.

"I am glad to hear that," she says honestly, pushing a stray lock of hair back out of her face. It makes matters better, knowing that it was a close match. Knowing that she is not the only one left breathless and with the blood rushing in her ears, after all that. "Water. Wait here; I will be back in a moment."

The prize she promised - her submission from now until midnight - is not off to a great start. Taking control simply comes too easily to her.

Before anything else, a short rest is going to be needed. The water should get them both ready to continue...

Keres already has a few, pleasurable things in mind for the two of them.

Éowyn inclines her head one more time, and retreats, limping a little. True to her word, it is a few minutes before she returns, carrying a large ewer of water and two cups. She has clearly taken the time to cool off a little, as well; washed her face, splashed water on the back of her neck, unbraided her hair. Taken a moment, too, to confront the thought of what comes next.

She sets down the cups and water, and pours Keres a cupful first, holding it out. "Well, then. I am yours."

"My thanks." She takes the offered cup and starts to drink it, feeling some of her strength return. She was going to need it for the sex.

From what she could remember about herself, she felt she wasn't quite as experience as she would like to be. Perhaps she might learn otherwise. For now, she waits.

Éowyn pours herself a cup, too, and for a time they are both waiting: she does not know what else to say, or what to do. Neither sex nor submission are things with which she has much personal experience, and she loathes to be embarrassed, to admit her ignorance.

But she is also impatient, and when she has finished her cup, she sets it aside and fixes Keres with a sharp look. "Well?"

Do not leave me waiting for what I fear, she will not say, because she will not admit that any part of her fears what she has offered freely. But it is the core of it, all the same. Do not force me to wonder what is coming.

"Someone's eager to begin. Since you're so ready to start, here's one thing I want you to do... Kiss me."

It's fortunate that Keres is more than happy to start, no need to wait now...

It's something of a test, to see how good a kissed Éowyn is... and to get herself a little turned on.

A part of her rebels against what feels to her an accusation: she is not eager, she wants to protest, she is only ready for this to be over. She does not say it, though, not least because even as she thinks it she knows it is ridiculous.

Ridiculous, and a lie. She has been eager since she felt Keres' body pressing up against hers, their sweaty, writhing forms rubbing against one another. She has been more eager than an honourable woman should ever be to see this to the end, whoever won.

She takes a deep breath, and nods - to Keres, to herself - straightening up more fully and closing the space between them. She hesitates only a fraction of a moment, then her mouth finds Keres, her lips slightly parted as she presses them to the other woman's. She is not an experienced kisser, but there is a low hunger that burns behind the restraint of that kiss, no matter how much she might try to cling to her dignity.

Keres, being a tiefling, had some ridges around her body, while generally soft, did add something new to feel as her body presses against her lover's.

To be fair, Keres didn't have a lot of experience kissing either as romance had not blossomed between herself and any of her companions. But she made up for it in passion, quickly building as the kiss begins... soon her tongue is seeking entry as her own lips part.

Éowyn does not hesitate to meet escalation with escalation, her lips readily parting under Keres' tongue, her own tongue tangling with the tiefling's. It is a new adventure, and she meets it with the boldness of someone who has never feared adventure. Her hand creeps up to find Keres' cheek, her eyes slipping closed.

Keres' hands roam Éowyn's body, caressing, squeezing, mindful of her clawed fingers as she pushes her tongue in to play with her lover's own. She's guiding her further, yet not in too much of a rush so she doesn't miss anything.

Éowyn's hand shifts from the other woman's cheek, to her hair, to explore the strange sensation of horns jutting from a woman's brow. Her other hand hesitates a moment, then finds its place at the small of Keres' back, dragging them closer together. The desire that had been awoken by their wrestling flares up anew with each touch, caresses which are already beyond anything she has allowed herself to experience, making her groan softly into Keres' mouth.

There's no sensation through her horns, but the area around the base of them was sensitive... The tiefling's caresses grow more daring as her own desire flares up from within, one hand moving between Éowyn's thighs, teasing her sex with the promise of more.

Even under the circumstances, Éowyn is frankly not prepared for things to escalate so quickly. Her breeches are thick enough to muffle touch, but even so, the press of another hand between her legs makes her jump, letting out a low, hungry moan that she is immediately embarrassed by.

When she is ready, Keres will have to get all these annoying clothes off, even if she did just get a reaction like that. For now, she pulls her hand away from between her legs to focus on undressing Éowyn.

She may be 'in charge' but she is happy to hold back from touching her so directly for now.

The withdrawal of that touch is almost as striking as the touch itself, in how it kindles such a sharp yearning in Éowyn's whole body. Touch me again, she wants to cry out, touch me more than that.

But she is not quite so far gone as that, and dignity still matters to her. Besides, it is hard to complain when things are still continuing to move in that direction.

She should protest, perhaps. Now is the last time she could stop this from going to places where the Lady of Edoras should not allow herself to be led, and while she cannot rescind a reward she has promised to the victor, she could at least ask that it not be quite so unladylike. But she has never truly wanted to be ladylike, and she is more than ready to let herself be undressed, raising her arms away from Keres for a moment to allow her shirt off over her head.

She has not bothered to bind her breasts underneath, and when her shirt comes off, she is laid bare to the waist. She is sharp and slender, with her small breasts standing pert and high. There is a faint hint of freckling at the tops of her shoulders, matching the freckles on her cheeks; no other mark or scar mars the untouched skin of her chest and belly. Even as she blushes, she is reaching down to help unfasten her belt.

Keres likes what she sees, most certainly, as she then shrugs off her more own revealing top... With her shirt out of the way, Keres can focus on undoing Éowyn's britches, eager to see what she was hiding underneath.

Éowyn did not need further encouragement, readily moving to step out of her leggings as soon as Keres has unlaced them. Her legs are long and muscular, a rider's legs; they join in a thatch of dark gold hair, narrow hips and a taut backside.

She finds her heart beating faster, and reaches out to help the tiefling with her own clothes in turn.

Keres herself didn't ride, but uses blade and spell in equal measure, she had the build of a fighter.

There's less laces to deal with there, she'll quickly get Keres out of her leggings to reveal Keres' toned, muscular legs and in her case, she shaves down there.

And that is it: they are both naked, standing close enough for parts of their bodies to brush one against the other, and Éowyn bites her lip, her eyes trailing over the other woman's body, then back up to meet her eyes.

"And now?" There is a taut, barely-hidden excitement in her tone.

"Now we shall have a little fun."

Keres closes the distance, not content with simply enjoying the view, and slips her hand between her lover's legs to rub at her sex as she kisses her.

Keres' fingers press where she is wet and wanting, and Éowyn lets out a low, pleading sound into the kiss. Desire races through her, jerking at the base of her spine and tightening in her chest, and her knees feel suddenly less steady than they did. Encouraged, she gives in to her own desire to touch, her hands coming up to cup Keres' breasts, exploring the softness of them.

She is naturally going to be cautious of trying to penetrate Éowyn with her fingers, opting to stimulate the sensitive nub. Any thought of whether or not she deserved such intimacy has fled by now... Keres is less hesitant, pressing her chest into her lover's hands with a soft sigh.

Éowyn, for her part, tries to do to Keres what she has found pleasurable herself, in the lonely nights: she pinches one nipple, rolling it between thumb and forefinger, and with the other hand...

Well. The other hand is occupied, all of a sudden, in steadying herself, catching herself on Keres' shoulder as the press of fingers against her clit makes her shudder and tremble with pleasure.

What worked for Éowyn indeed works well for Keres; she moans softly at the touch, her nipples hardening...

Keres keeps her pleasuring up no matter what, teasing her lover's sensitive clit firmly yet with care, watching Éowyn's reactions to her touch carefully. Once, in her former life, these hands drew out pain, tonight, they draw out pleasure.

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