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There is very little about Dusk that is easy to deal with. It doesn’t matter how much time you spend with the painter, that opinion doesn’t really change. More often than not, she would prefer to be shut up in her room, all alone save for her paintings. She won’t make time for hardly anyone, and you count yourself lucky that she gives you the time of day at all. Well, perhaps lucky isn’t quite right. You do enjoy spending time with her, but there’s difficulty that comes with it.
“Ah, what brings you here today? I wasn’t planning on painting, so don’t think you’ll be getting a show,” Dusk says, as she invites you into her quarters. If you can call them that, at least. The first time you opened the door to her room, reaching at the painting on that isolated walkway, you felt as if you were half-mad. The room you entered turned out to be much more elaborate than any Operator’s quarters on the ship, but such is the way with Dusk. She has created her own world within this painting on the wall, and entering into it allows for infinite possibility.
“I just thought I’d come and check on you,” you answer, and Dusk shakes her head.
“Please, one does not simply drop by, you must have had a reason. Am I that trapped within your mind? I know you enjoy the time we spend together,” Dusk says, her words as puzzling as always. All you can make of them is that she does seem to have you figured out. How she can see your intentions so clearly, you’ll never know. The worst part of all is how much you love these riddles, how much you love seeing her.
“Maybe you’re right, maybe I just wanted to spend some time together,” you answer, and Dusk smiles.
“Well, good, at least you’re being open about things now. I can’t say I relate when it comes to holding interest in anyone, but I am at least flattered that you would drop by. So, what is it you want to do? Look at my paintings? Or something else?” Dusk asks, and even this question seems to be a trap of sorts. You swallow, trying to think of how to navigate her words.
“I don’t really care, I’m fine doing whatever you like,” you answer, and honestly, it’s not a lie. You do want to be with her, and even if you do nothing more than look over her impressive body of work, you wouldn’t think of the hours lost as anything short of incredible.
“A good answer, of course, you seem to have opened yourself up to whatever you receive. Very impressive, but I think I want to have some fun. You don’t mind that, do you?” Dusk asks, and you shake your head.
“Of course not, as I said, whatever you want is fine with me,” you respond, and Dusk approaches. She places one hand on your shoulder, seeming to examine you, looking right through you. There’s something so intimidating about her, though it’s not quite the same as with her sister. There is a thread of similarity, a sense that they’re almost… detached from the world. As if nothing you do or say can truly affect them, but they still deign to interact with you nonetheless.
She doesn’t speak again, opting instead to lean in, to press her lips to yours, unfolding a long and passionate kiss. Her tongue darts past your lips, forked and warm, as she grasps your other shoulder as well, holding you tightly as she kisses you. You have no way of knowing when she will be satisfied, and you find that you don’t really care. You melt into her kiss, into her embrace, and Dusk seems to enjoy herself. Before long, she’s pressing in against you, and you are indulging in the warmth of her body.
“Very good, not too eager, and yet, not completely indifferent. You’re learning quickly how to pique my interest,” Dusk explains, cocking her head to one side. “But how far should I let this go? Hm...”
She reaches down, rubbing your cock through your pants. Of course you’re hard, how could you not be, with her kissing you, pressing in against you? It all feels amazing, getting this level of attention from Dusk. She’s beautiful, and you’re finding it more and more difficult to ignore that, to keep up this facade of indifference she seems to enjoy so much. You don’t know what it is about this that seems to do it for her, if she simply enjoys someone acting without passion, or if she’s amused by how easy it is to see your false act, to sense your passion beneath your actions even when you do what you can to hide it.
Suddenly, the room shifts around you. Dusk pushes you, breaking away suddenly, and you glance back just in time to see a bed forming out of the very air behind you. It’s comfortable, incredibly so, and you fall into it with a gasp of shock. Dusk looks down on you, shaking her head.
“Looked back just in time, hm?” she teases, already having revealed the nature of her ability to you. She has absolute control over everything here, but you still have to see her form for it to have function. Her ability is fascinating, but it is only part of what leads you to be so drawn to her.
You watch as she strips, working her clothes out of the way slowly, dispassionately. You hope she isn’t about to get bored, already giving in and calling it quits before things really start. It wouldn’t be the first time, but even that would leave you turned on the rest of the night, desperately taking matters into your own hands as you think of how close you got. Dusk is amazing, and you never get tired of these games, of this back and forth between the two of you.
Even frustration only leads to further enjoyment, as hard as it is for you to admit she’s changed you this much. You’ve come to hang on her every movement, her every word, absolutely head over heels for the eccentric artist that rarely sets foot outside of her room. You watch, elated, as she finishes undressing, and climbs into the bed after you. It’s almost too good to be true, especially as she straddles you, looking down as if she barely even recognizes you.
“How badly do you want this?” she asks, and you force yourself to lie.
“It’s whatever you want to do, it doesn’t matter to me,” you answer, and Dusk’s lips turn up in a half smile.
“You’re not lying, are you?” she asks, reaching down, taking your hard cock in hand. Of course you are, but you shake your hand, desperate to keep things going. Who knows what she’ll do if you admit just how much you’re aching for her right now, how badly you need her. Dusk isn’t one to accept that level of desire, finding it all far too difficult to deal with. “Hm, I guess it doesn’t matter.”
With that out of the way, she lines your cock up with her entrance, pushing down onto you. It’s hard not to moan out for her, as your cock pushes into her wet folds. She’s pretty turned on herself, and you have to wonder if this little game of hers is as much fun for her as it is for you. Truth be told, you know Dusk well enough by now to understand that, as difficult as she might make things, if she didn’t want you here you’d be wandering through one of her paintings, never entering into her room to begin with.
Every time she allows you in, it’s because she wants to see you, but you do your best not to rely on that knowledge. If you were to take it for granted, you’re sure she’d kick you out in no time, finding you no fun to be around. She enjoys these games, even if she can figure out your lies easily enough, the fact that you go to such lengths to keep them up, that you guess at what she likes and do all you can to mold yourself to fit? It’s almost as if you’re painting some work for her to enjoy, and Dusk can’t deny enjoying that.
Your form must be incredible today, as she sinks down further, moaning softly when she comes to a stop on your lap. You feel her ass come to rest on your lap, and you reach up, taking hold of her hips.
“Ah, there we go, just where I want you. You’d better not dare finish before I’m done with you,” Dusk warns, and you nod, desperate to please.
“Of course,” you answer, and Dusk begins to move. She pushes up, rising up your shaft, only to sink back down, moving so slowly at first. You can’t tell if she’s needing to adjust, to get used to this, or if she’s merely taking things slowly to further torment you. You don’t particularly care, either. In truth, you’re panicked. You can’t afford to disappoint, but it’s going to be hard to hold on long enough to satisfy her. Even as she rides you, her expression remains unchanged. She hardly shows any signs of her arousal, beyond those early moans. She is stoic, calm and in control, as she rides. You do what you can to keep from getting too into this, finding even her distant expression to be another facet of Dusk that you adore.
There’s something so hot about how bored she looks, how completely haunting, even as she begins getting more into things. She leans further forward, grinding down against you, working her hips in a tight circle, furthering your pleasure and her own all in one movement. She doesn’t speak, merely watches you as you struggle to keep up, as if expecting you to break down any moment now. The longer you last, the more brightly her eyes shine, especially when she begins to take note of just how hard you struggle to maintain your focus.
“Are you getting distracted? I did warn you, of course. If you come before I’m done, I’m really not sure I should still bother with you,” Dusk informs you, and you shake your head, grunting with effort.
“I’m fine,” you murmur, and you focus up. You push your all into keeping yourself under control, while Dusk picks up her pace, leaning further forward. You watch the bounce of her slight breasts, unable to take your eyes off the hypnotic motion. She grips your shoulders a bit more tightly, nails digging into you, and you do what you can to focus on that pain, instead of the pleasurable sensation of her tight pussy grinding on your cock.
You’re not going to break. She might not be showing many signs of pleasure, sure, but even Dusk can’t hide how wet she is right now. She’s soaked, and you can feel her faltering, her technique fading away bit by bit. Her movements begin to lack finesse, to become more raw, and as much as that implies your victory might be close at hand, you know you can’t afford to let your guard down. Her more passionate movements are that much harder to withstand, naturally.
“Ah,” she sighs, another moan escaping her. She leans back, and you lift your legs, with Dusk bracing herself against them, bouncing down on you and watching for any signs of weakness. “That’s good, right there, you’re really doing well today.”
“I’m glad to hear it,” you murmur, clinging to her hips, knowing you’re digging in too deep, showing how close you are. Just when you think you can’t take any more, Dusk breaks. It’s sudden, as if coming from nowhere, but you know she must have been working hard to hide her own arousal.
She crashes down on you one last time, crying out as she comes, her pussy tightening up on you. That final movement proves too much for you, and while she might have finished first, she’s the one who pushes you over the finish line. With a grunt, you come inside of her, not able to handle another second of this bliss. Dusk’s moaning picks back up as she feels your seed erupting inside of her, and it’s enough to force her to lean forward again, pressing her body down against yours, her lips to yours.
You kiss, and her tongue pushes into your mouth, showing far more passion than usual. It’s enough to spur you on, and you reach back, running your hands along her back, letting your nails drag against her skin. She cries out into the kiss, before breaking it and going back into position.
“Very good, now, you’re not finished, are you?” Dusk asks, her expression stern, expectant. It’s going to be a long while in her room, you’ve come to realize, but that’s just fine by you. She can go until you pass out, as far as you’re concerned, your time with Dusk is far too precious for complaints.