"I want no savior. I need no savior. Man and god alike can keep their salvation." His lips pressed another fervent kiss to the curve of her neck, just above her collar. Two fingers joined the thumb attending her nipple, trapping the little bud and rolling it between their tips. "Your hate means more to me than all their favor."
It was perhaps - no, it was careless of him to let those words free, to hint at the truth of the world when it was so irrevocably bound with his aims. But the warmth and smoothness of Tifa's body had an effect on him that even that forgotten wine on the table could not rival.
As if to evince it to himself, his hips tightened and ground more deeply against her, his erection now obvious and probing insistently at that tender seam hidden behind her underwear. Vayne could feel her seizing up under the pressure, the soft palm on his chest so eager to push him away and yet so trapped by her duty.
Vayne decided the bloody Espers could take his plots and secrets for tonight. The sight of her drove them all from his mind.
He released Tifa's hair, letting her head roll free, and that hand swept down to take hold of the other strap of her dress. Vayne peeled it with ruthless patience, baring her other breast but not stopping there, no, not stopping at all. He tugged it over that defending arm as it tried to conceal her dignity, wresting the cloth all the way down to her navel. Both his heart and his arousal thundered with every inch of the lush body bared to his sight.
"I will have no shortage of enemies with what I dare. Dalmasca. Rozarria. The gods themselves, though you would not believe it." His fingers softened on her nipple at the tail end of those words, whispered into the dark between them. His other hand moved down to stroke along Tifa's hip. Then along her thigh. Then along the inside of that thigh.
Then it joined the pressure forming in his pants, and stroked commandingly against her clothed sex.
"I shall not be cast down. You shall not be known as the mere slave of a kingslayer. I shall achieve what I wish, Tifa..." Vayne lowered his lips to her other breast, and now lips and fingers alike joined in attending to her body, above and below. "And you will be known as the lover of a new Dynast-King."
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It was perhaps - no, it was careless of him to let those words free, to hint at the truth of the world when it was so irrevocably bound with his aims. But the warmth and smoothness of Tifa's body had an effect on him that even that forgotten wine on the table could not rival.
As if to evince it to himself, his hips tightened and ground more deeply against her, his erection now obvious and probing insistently at that tender seam hidden behind her underwear. Vayne could feel her seizing up under the pressure, the soft palm on his chest so eager to push him away and yet so trapped by her duty.
Vayne decided the bloody Espers could take his plots and secrets for tonight. The sight of her drove them all from his mind.
He released Tifa's hair, letting her head roll free, and that hand swept down to take hold of the other strap of her dress. Vayne peeled it with ruthless patience, baring her other breast but not stopping there, no, not stopping at all. He tugged it over that defending arm as it tried to conceal her dignity, wresting the cloth all the way down to her navel. Both his heart and his arousal thundered with every inch of the lush body bared to his sight.
"I will have no shortage of enemies with what I dare. Dalmasca. Rozarria. The gods themselves, though you would not believe it." His fingers softened on her nipple at the tail end of those words, whispered into the dark between them. His other hand moved down to stroke along Tifa's hip. Then along her thigh. Then along the inside of that thigh.
Then it joined the pressure forming in his pants, and stroked commandingly against her clothed sex.
"I shall not be cast down. You shall not be known as the mere slave of a kingslayer. I shall achieve what I wish, Tifa..." Vayne lowered his lips to her other breast, and now lips and fingers alike joined in attending to her body, above and below. "And you will be known as the lover of a new Dynast-King."