[Aqua Reginae] Virgins Wanted

The tingling pain quickly subsided with another step away from Bell, and Orion was able to let go of his head and recompose himself. He had underestimated how Delise's thrall would work. He had assumed that it would be more... hypnotic, as if he was being controlled. But then it seemed like he was perfectly able to do his own thing, even if his mind occasionally wandered to thoughts of Delise. It was not until that moment with Bell that he had felt any kind of restrictive control.

"Hey now. My mind IS my own, honey. This is me. It's just... SHE is just a little possessive I suppose."

His mind began turning again. Perhaps her influence on him was only mild and sporadic because he had only been with her once, that first time. It might have been a very intimate time, but it was still only once.

"How good are you with demons and demon-related magics? Because if you can help me with this little problem then I'll be all for exchanging ideas and information, among other things."

Orion took another step towards Bell. The pain did not come back. As long as his more lascivious thoughts were kept in check, then approaching another woman would not be a problem.

"Please? Succubi are nice, but they're sooo restrictive. I'd rather keep my options open, y'know? Think of it as making her share. Me."

"But I don't want to fall into her trap. Not completely anyway."

He took one last step toward Bell, and he could already feel the tugging pain again. It was only for an instant, and it subsided quickly. But that was too be expected while he experimented with the limits and boundaries of Delise's thrall. Between keeping just enough distance and suppressing most of his less-wholesome thought, Orion could keep the thrall at bay while also indulging himself.

"I'm not a one demon kind of guy. There's so much to know and experience out there, and being tied to this girl or that succubus really puts a damper on that ambition, don't you think?"

Orion's hands came up and he put them both on Bell's shoulders, holding her in place at just the right distance whilst her grin was reflected right back at her. There was no doubt that there was something going on between the two, and they were both just dancing around the issue playfully. Well, Orion was less playful considering that he had an actual thing to work against.

"I'll be frank, Bell. I really would like to talk more shop, science, and magic with you. It's super intriguing to me. But I also would like to do other things with you, possibly at more or less the same time. So work with me here, and we can both get what we want, huh? Win win?"

<div align=right>“It would be an interesting experience, y’know. Sometimes you gotta fall into a trap to see its inner workings.”</div>

"Y-Yeah. But that only works if you can get out of it too."

His smile began quivering and shaking as Bell advanced on him, pulling him close into a dance with the two of them pressed together. His hands and arms slid over her shoulders to droop down over her back, and his head descended and hung on her shoulder. His legs shook slightly and they lost some of their rigidity, just barely keeping most of his weight off of Bell. The rest of him began to shake and shiver, and his steps were not nearly as measured as her's.

There was a slight gasp from him as he hung on Bell. Orion was beating back those kinds of thoughts as he held himself on Bell, but the insidious potion maker was torturing him with closeness. Without looking at his face, it was difficult to discern if he was in pain or not. And truth be told, he was not so sure either.

The pain in his head was not unbearable. It was a dull kind of tingle that rippled through his body and he had to admit... He kind of liked it. He would never tell anyone--overtly anyway--but Orion was kind of into that kind of thing. He kind of liked a little domination. Delise already knew as much when he agreed to be her "hound" but not her "lap dog".

"S-She's... some kind of half-s-succubus... I dunno. She didn't l-like steal my essence or or nothing... She's just got a *ah* thrall on m-me..."

Between Bell forcing the pain on him, and the pain itself from Delise, Orion was.... Oh, hell. He WAS enjoying the moment to an extent. He was in that sweet spot between being hurt and getting that nice little high from it. No doubt Bell could feel it with their closeness.

<div align=right>“Time, Orion. Time, patience, and force.”</div>

"F-Force..."

<div align=right>“Goodness. I imagine Délise would have chosen a different form of attack, if she’d known you were a masochist..."</div>

"... I... I think she already knew..."

<div align=right>"... Seems to me she’s already in pretty deep. And, you know – it’s so hard to break this sort of attachment, especially when it’s so clearly consensual.”</div>

"I'm... a s-sucker for women on t-top...."

Orion's replies and comebacks were coming in shaky, through heavy and ragged breathing. His voice sounded a little weak, and he was intermittently slipping downward as Bell continued her slow dance. If he was leaned against a wall with a joint in his hand, Orion might have looked like any stereotypical stoner stoned out of his gourd. There was a distant look in his eye and his mouth hung a little open, but he did not look like he was in pain. He just looked... lost in something. No doubt it was the pain turning into an electric tingle up and down his spine as Delise's thrall continued to try and pull him away from Bell.

When Bell pulled him off of her shoulder, Orion only just barely stayed standing on his own two feet, and that seemed to be a product of simple friction on his shoes. He had no idea what was going on, even when she pulled his head down for a kiss.

A second later, and it all came to him. His eyes shot open then went half-lidded as his arms flopped to his sides and his knees buckled. The tingle had become a jolt and it was almost... too much. He kissed her back needingly as he fell to his knees and tilted his head up to keep his lips on her's. So long as his lips were on her's and his tongue played on her, the jolt remained. The thrall was still in play, but not enough to stop him from enjoying and wanting Bell.

Orion could not muster neither the cognitive power nor the physical strength to say much back to Bell. He was able to vaguely nod his head and push out an affirmative grunt, but that was the limits of his abilities as long his lips were locked with her's. His eyes remained half-closed and staring into the middle distance, and his hands weakly tried to paw at Bell. It was an utterly embarrassing display, but he could not have cared less or even thought about caring. He was riding that sweet spot between the pain of Delise's thrall and the pleasure of defying it.

The breaking of the kiss and subsequent push onto the floor brought some of his mind back to reality, and he let out a grunt that was difficult to place. Was it one of pain from hitting the floor, or was it from, perhaps, being a little sensitive at the time?

It was a moment's reprieve, like the waters pulling back out after a wave. The kiss was over and a little bit of distance had been put between them. Orion was able to think clearly and get his breath back. He even tried to sitting up, only to be jolted back to the ground as Bell got on him. The electric jolt was back on his neck and spine, and it made him arch his back and suck in air through clenched teeth as his hands gripped Bells legs for support.

"I-I-I-I'm pretty close to breaking r-r-r-right now...."