One by one, soft bristles danced across flushed flesh and tantalized the nerves with loving strokes. Fond pressure created trails of sparks, leaving G'raha gasping for air, desperate to replenish each tender cell with renewed energy and drown in anticipation of the next touch. Struggling to catch his breath between each round of sensation, he found himself slipping into a delightful lightheadedness that only served to set his body on fire once he inhaled deeply enough.
Floating. He was assuredly floating as he no longer sensed the lift of the bed or the pull of gravity. Even Japhinne's lap dissipated as he ascended into the atmosphere to join the stars in their glow.
Magnificent, liberating, and wonderous.
What faint tether tied him to the Shard prevented him from touching the luminous lights, however, he did not mourn for the sobering tug back to reality placed him right back where this all began to repeat with a great vigor. Eventually, it would snap, but for now, he would take the pleasure-ridden prison his lover trapped him in with an alluring smile. Beautiful Japhinne and her games.
Again, the cracks of bliss rattled through his being as his body twisted to escape yet chase its overwhelming nature that fed a neverending hunger within him. Moans, involuntary and primal, rose into the air with his rapture as she led and encouraged him, filling the room and slipping between the crevasses in the walls with evidence of their doings. G'raha wouldn't –couldn't– spare even a fleeting thought on what knowing looks would greet he and his lover in the morning. This was no forsaken path and it was, he dare say, expected at this point.
Nonetheless, the miqo'te could say he was taken care of in all manner of needs to the point of spoiling. And spoiling Japhinne did as the tips of her paintbrushes expertly carved the scene only she could perceive into him.
"Petite papillon~" the elezen sang sweetly while drawing delightful swirls on his inner thighs, "You keep moving and you will give me more I must fix~"
The prospect sent a wave of excitement through him and his body jolted as if rebelling from her words alone and not reacting also to the ticklish bristles. He was pushing her, daring her to fight with him. As far as blank canvases went, he would be the most challenging yet for his dear artist. Behaved as he was for her initial foundational "paints" and as still as he was for the beginnings of her vision to take shape, the devil was in the details and a smirk possessed his lips as he wittingly flatten and pivoted his ears to steal her attention.
His plan worked all too well and Japhinne tsked while her hands abandoned the current endeavor to force his freshly painted ears open, granting him the leeway to slide his fingers and tail along his form. In his mind's eye, G'raha pictured his body, dripping with color and the hard work of Japhinne, now smudged into new blends at his will. It certainly would on his cock as it helplessly wept and the dribbles diluted the colors she had placed like a thinner. Defiantly, he palmed himself to force the process along and Japhinne gasped once she realized his game.
Grasping his wrist to force his hand up and flashing the evidence in her sight, Japhinne cooed, "It is all but ruined! Now I must begin all over again."
"I was merely assisting you, dear," G'raha reasoned with tail flicking playfully by her side and she too grasped it before planting a tender kiss on its tip, making him wish such affections were elsewhere.
"You may assist me by being good," she ordered before releasing his tail and then bringing her attention to his hand. "And when all is ready, you may put the final touch on my masterpiece~ Nothing more and nothing less."
With an eroticism only she could achieve, Japhinne nuzzled his fingers and her hot breath entangled between them as the slick heat of her tongue wriggled along the lines of his palm. Few words could explain how her gaze fixed on him with a powerful sharpness that demanded his compliance. He felt his very soul being consumed by them just as her mouth suckled every last hint of his pre from his hand.
Satisfied with her clean-up and her body now shifting to place him flatly on the mattress, his heart fluttered as Japhinne sat squarely on his legs, letting her limbs act as his binds. Effortlessly, she overshadowed him with her form draping over his and the new contact of skin drove him mad with his sensitivity. So warm and so addicting was her presence of life that his heart and loins ached to join with her.
Not now, he reminded himself. First, she had to finish her work.
In an effort to free her hands to do just that, she pinned his forearms with one arm, looping it around his head so her hand attached may pin one ear open. The position was suffocating in the way she knew he enjoyed best and he flushed as the inescapable scent of her filled his head and lungs. Yes, fresh air was brilliant and rejuvenating, however, nestling his nose into the crook of her underarm, he confessed, granted a high far more pleasant and too forgone in his lust, he forgot to be embarrassed of this enjoyment.
Twelve, how much stronger and more potent it was not sneaking hits off her garments after a long day. Each inhale stuck to the back of his throat and he drowned himself in the aroma of tangy musk and notes of cinnamon that carried her pheromones. He even enjoyed the tickle the soft hairs had on the bridge of his nose and he groaned happily with his arms wishing to embrace her and simply flood his existence with her.
Japhinne only encouraged him, a thumb lovingly caressing his ear and when a lovesong vibrated from his throat with an exhale, she giggled directly into the hollow making him arch at the blast of heat. It was only a precursor as directly after, her paintbrush dipped against the shapes of his ear and he mewled with a tremble.
"Now, now~" Japhinne whispered and teased a flurry of bristles until he could hear little else but the ruffles and her voice, "To make sure you don't mess it up again, I will have to be sure it dries. You'll be good for that, won't you Raha?"
Eyes glazing over and eyebrows knitting together, he replied with only a shaky moan and his hands grasping at the pillow behind him. A master at her craft, Japhinne worked her canvas with twirls and twists of her tool that brought in its wake ripples of lightning that penetrated far deeper than her brush could. And just when he thought an explosion was about to take hold and his ear began its spasms, that hot wetness that had but cleaned his hand moments ago washed over every screaming nerve and ate them with a sloppy slurp that forced his vision white with a new ascension.
“Le scellant…” she murmured coyly and chuckled at his helpless squirms, the delicate state of his fresh climax making every type of contact hit like a typhoon. Eyes fluttering rapidly as his dazed head worked to translate her words, G’raha registered her meaning and flushed extensively at the dampness of his ear. She was sealing her paints and thus declaring it was finished. He concurred, whimpering as she gingerly blew against the red hot skin and milking the last fulfilling trickles from his release and rendering him exhausted.
Yet, still more work to be done and he squirmed as her belly pressed against his erection while she prepared. Arms swapped places, tilting his head so his tender ear may rest on the pillow while the other awaited its fate, and light wood struck the nightstand with a plunk as Japhinne abandoned the spent brush for another. Unlike the one before it, this brush was larger and brand new with virgin bristles pliable and unfrayed from washes. And it brought a new type of stroke that was more fierce than what he previously endured.
Perhaps it was the anticipation that had made it all the sweeter or perhaps it was the use of her non-dominant hand that made the movements less predictable and thus mint and more thrilling. Regardless, G’raha melted, swimming between reality and divine and surrounding himself in all Japhinne was. What else was there to do when she held him captive and dominated every sense? Her intoxicating scent, her playful brush, her amorous touch, her velvet voice, and her eyes —hooded and hungry— eating up his every twitch and pleasured expression. What else could possibly exist that he would desire to perceive?
G’raha stiffened, bracing himself for the wave threatening to consume him while Japhinne hummed absentmindedly. Her casualness only drudged up a hidden layer of arousal from within and with it came a needy cry begging for more, intense and driven. Yet, Japhinne kept her pace and even paused a moment to ponder, leaving him teetering on the edge. Try as he might to tempt her with wiggles and teasing ear flicks, the position left it useless as he dumbly strained against her firm hand, realizing all too well he was at her mercy.
“Hmmm…”
Agonizingly, the elezen hovered the brush but a hair away from contact and he whined as his ruby eyes watched her for any hint of a finale. Far from ignorant, she quelled a slight grin and dedicated herself to the fantasy, pursing her lips as her gaze traced over every invisible brush stroke she had blessed him with. It wasn’t until he stilled, holding his breath and easing his shoulders submissively, that Japhinne finally graced the canvas with the final touches with broad sweeps over the spots most tantalizing and delicate.
And when his breath suddenly hitched and his head pushed back onto the pillow, Japhinne pressed her lips to his flesh, drawing out his peak with slobbery licks and squeaking kisses forcing his spine into a full arch as he surrendered.
“Magnifique~” she praised and blew small puffs to ease him back onto the bed, this time having more mindfulness of his sensitivity and instead soothing him more than overwhelming. Satisfied, he groaned and collapsed, drifting about in his afterglow as she speckled his jaw with kisses. However, despite the bliss and attention, there was still a pressing matter, quite literally, nestled between the pair’s bellies that Japhinne reminded him swiftly of with a calculated roll of her midsection.
Gasping, G’raha rolled back, taking in what friction he could before she retreated with a scolding, “Non, non. Behave, my work of art~” and she sat up. Keeping one hand steadily wrapped around his wrists, Japhinne reached to the bedside table, grabbing not one, two, or three, but all the remaining six brushes and she held them before his sights with a crooked smile.
He was prepared to parish and he would do so with a smile on his face.
Sensing his eagerness to continue, Japhine chuckled and placed the brushes beside him before plucking a flat one of medium size to trace the lines of his body. They were quick, rough strokes compared to what he had endured earlier and G’raha jumped at the impatience of her sudden zigzags and grand arches that spawned giggles from him. It surprised him not she was working with great speed now as she had so much ground to cover, however, he was thankful she slowed to swap brushes and tend to his hardened nipples.
It would be a lie to say he wasn’t anxiously anticipating another round of “scellant” and one he couldn’t hide regardless as his chest puffed up expectantly as soon as her head dipped, prompting her to huff in amusement. Yet, instead of dragging out his desire, she rewarded him as she lapped tirelessly at the nubs one by one, playing with them between the tips of her forked tongue like they were candies. And when she began to exhale a cool stream of air, G’raha’s back bowed with a small, “ Japhinne… ” escaping his lips.
Too enticed by the response, the elezen decided he needed another round. Not only licks and suckles awaited him but also teeth so tenderly tugging and grazing each nipple with just the right pressure. With gratification, G’raha droned airily and relished in the feathery tingle he was left with as she once again blew on each. A kiss on his belly broke his dreamy state and he giggled out of reflex before setting his sights back on Japhinne who was openly admiring what all her playing had been leading to.
“Now to the last piece~” she whispered and fumbled for a specific brush as her lips trailed to his belly. Bucking at the mere fantasies playing in his mind, G’raha watched with foggy eyes and hot cheeks for which of her collection would be his undoing, and when she palmed her beloved fan brush, his cock twitched noticeably.
Japhinne grinned at the reaction, tapping the nail of her thumb on the handle of the brush as her eyebrow quirked in thought. Thunk, thunk, thunk the sound of the wood drummed on and she hummed with it a nonchalant tune as she made her assessment.
“Such a lovely flush red base, would be a shame not to build upon it, non?” Japhinne whispered before sliding the handle across her palm and thumbing the bristles so he could watch them flex and bend. “Perhaps a deeper red~?”
Without thinking, G’raha’s head nodded and his worn ears perked to listen to the ruffling bristles against her skin. So faint like a wisp and so hypnotic the sound was blended with the satisfying reformation of its shape once she released it. He couldn’t help an anticipatory tingle of sensation scaled the length of his cock and it once again jolted in a silent plea that Japhinne couldn’t resist.
Praise the Twelve she didn’t.
Slowly and methodically, the head of the brush climbed and descended along the natural shape of its canvas and summoned more tears which she caught on her brush with an abrupt stroke along the tip. Mewling, his knees buckled and his body quaked under her as she used it to help her paint, the slickness bringing a new level of sensation that demanded heavier breath. Soon, there was no place untouched and her first coat was successfully painted.
Dipping low, Japhinne once again urged her work to dry, though with warm breath this time caressing the swollen flesh. G’raha bit his lip, tempering his need to try to steal a bit more contact and instead, obediently waiting. Pleased with his control, and challenged by it, Japhinne pressed her lips right on the underside of the tip and exhaled. Immediately, his jaw went slack and he fought to keep his vision from doubling though failing with a frustrated cry. The artist’s eyes darted from her canvas to her lover’s unfocused gaze and she murmured something he didn’t quite catch though it made his blush darken nonetheless with its mocking tone.
Waiting for his answer, but receiving none, Japhinne kissed the tender spot and then released her grip on his wrists, much to his confusion. Pouting, his brows furrowed and he glanced at her, observing as her hand braced his cock so that it could not bounce or move. It was then that he processed her intention and he had but a heartbeat to lower his arms to properly cling to the bedsheets before–
Pupils losing all focus and his head flinging back, G’raha fell into a rapids of stimulation. Over and over the brush danced over the tip, flowing in tormenting circles that had the hairs on his arms and tail standing on end before it plunged down his length, drawing wavy ribbons all the way to the base. Thighs tensing and heart screaming in his ears, the miqo'te followed her lead with contortions and twists matching her strokes that only became more intense as the brush moved upward.
He could hardly think and his body refused to pause as the pressure hit aching levels. Japhinne stayed firmly on him, his jumps and ecstasy-laced movements being skillfully ridden as she squeezed her thighs into his hips. Tauntingly, the elezen purred and encouraged him with a sultry, "So close~ Are you ready to become my greatest masterpiece~?"
That alone nearly sent him and he winced almost as if in pain as he fought, wanting his final release to be beautiful and brilliant. It is what Japhinne deserved for all her hard work. G'raha choked out a strangled, "Y-Yes!" and his knuckles turned white with the bedsheets tangling in his fists.
Lips curling, Japhinne retreated with the fan brush and it clunked airily on its siblings while her other hand coiled and squeezed his cock once, causing him to hiss.
"Then we must finish it with a signature, my darling~"
His ears perked and excitedly he shifted under her in agreement. Tremors from sessions past played with his poor nerves and he already mentally began reciting those perfect letters that made his love's name. How many times had she spelt her name on his body with fingers, hips, tongue, and lips? How many times more would she with mutual possessiveness that he carried secretly through his days? Yes, none may see the invisible letters she traced, but he could feel them long after she had gone. He knew they existed in his heart.
Hers. G'raha Tia was hers.
Debating between her tools, Japhinne grinned and twirled a fluffy brush with white bristles between her fingers. Unsuited as it may be for leaving an actual signature on paper, it was just what she needed and his pupils dilated at the sight of it bending so easily under her thumb.
"Okay, Raha~ Are you ready?" the elezen asked and graced the head of his cock with a test stroke, slow and bewitching. Despite how gently it ghosted over him, his back still arched and he drank in the sparks it left in its wake.
And as she smoothed the skin and positioned it on the sweet little underside, his voice chanted the first letter of her name impatiently and like a prayer. Japhinne bit her lip and through hooded eyes she watched as he fussed and begged. "Oui, J is first~" she finally said and her wrist and fingers guided the broad brush to vaguely form the letter with some artistic liberties, driving the ticklish tips into him and launching a wave of heat below his hips. Without raising it off his skin, she continued under her breath, "Then there is the A, right?"
"Yes, yes, yes," G'raha breathlessly replied then repeated, "A...A-A…"
What would be a beautiful, cursive, lowercase A drew a moan from his lips and his tongue lazily wetted them.
"Only one A, silly~" Japhinne joked yet still traced another in an earth-shattering loop that caused his voice to raise several octaves. "Next?"
" P ...p-please…"
"Pretty please~?"
"Gods, please," he whimpered and arched when the flood within him just about broke through under those divine bristles drawing on him so well. Just a little more and he would be all but wasted away and likely before she could finish her name.
What a crime — that he would happily pay for later.
Again, Japhinne ordered for him to recite the next letters and he did so with eyes closed and voice drawling on.
"I...N...N...E... oh, whited white! "
Upon the completion of her first name, Japhinne rewarded him with several swirls and his head flung back as he rode them and all their heat. With what little control he had, he reeled and prepared for her to deny the climax, but to his shock, her strokes did not cease.
"And then there is the R-O-S-E~ and the D-E, oui~? If we are being proper," Japhinne sang with a toothy smile and her hand working rapidly to follow the letters. Hips rolling and heels digging into the mattress, G'raha warned with a desperate cry of her name that only fed her.
"Yes, I am Japhinne~ Now, what is my family name, darling?” she demanded huskily and her brush massaged without ceasing, “Be good and I'll write it~ Starts with a G…"
Gone was G'raha comprehension of the circles and loops and replaced was pressure and heat threatening to make him erupt. Every inch of him burned as fire washed over his body without mercy. Japhinne halting her touch couldn't quell it now and desperately he clung to her so she wouldn't. It was over. Reality was dissolving away into a sea of stars and white with the tide coming to take him away at last.
And with what little memory of what led him here hanging in his thoughts by a thread, the miqo'te let out a final cry, " G-Glegont! Oh gods!" before all was taken from him and more.
Relief of true release coated him in sweet honey while the euphoria bid each tired muscle to finally unclench and dulled their ache. He did not remember being swept into Japhinne’s arms as he soared, but surely enough, G’raha arrived back on Hydaelyn tightly in his lover’s embrace. Reflex told him to apologize for the mess as he became acutely aware of the sheer volume he had sputtered out... that had also somehow reached his chin. However, Japhinne silenced him with a kiss.
“Perfect,” she murmured against his lips before pressing her forehead to his, “Beautiful~”
With such sincerity in her voice, he found no reason to deny her and he grinned, unable to fight the giddiness forming from her sweet affirmations. Truly, he felt like every word she graced him with and proudly he displayed himself with a stretch, stirring more praises that washed over him like fresh rain. Gods, he felt wonderful.
Finally, after the soreness settled in and his muscles whined for rest, he said in jest between her whispers, “Messy,” and gasped when she licked the sticky seed from his chin in response.
“That’s what art is all about, darling~” Japhinne replied and her lips traced several kisses from his chin to his cheekbones. “Messy and fun.”