Oh, all right, she will arrange herself in his lap, then. 

...arrange herself how, exactly?

With her head in his lap and her arm tucked behind her head so he can continue his work, obviously.

Keltham's lap also contains an additional biological object of considerable current significance!  As a male with a primary anatomical-sexual focus never far from his mind, Carissa's head going anywhere near there will generate a lot of attention on where exactly her head is positioned relative to it, if it's touching tangentially, whether or not her hair is drifting around and providing light stimulation, etcetera.

Yes, that's the whole reason to put your head in someone's lap, light stimulation that is sometimes a little bit plausibly deniable though in this case it really isn't.

Keltham does spend a few more cognitive cycles than usual on trying to figure out how purposeful is that he can now feel her hair slightly moving, but nothing else; if it was dath ilan he wouldn't have to question the deliberateness at all, but Golarion is weird.  Is it meant as a tease?

Maybe it's meant as a way of saying that if he wants more, he needs to ask for... order for it.

Keltham rips out more of Carissa's other armpit's hair while he thinks, aiming for symmetry on round one, with that mix of gentleness and fierceness that he suspects is part of the Larger Thing.  Is Carissa reacting in any interesting ways to that?

The problem with REACTING TO THINGS, which is in general the core skill of having sex, is that Keltham is apparently anticipating certain reacting-to-things-correlates and will be very confused and concerned if the reactions have the wrong correlates!! This is probably less true for pain but only probably! Carissa is very upset about this, one of the most fun things about sex is rewarding people for their touch with satisfying motions and sounds and she has no idea how to produce the correctly-correlated ones instead of the ones that feel like the appropriate reward. She is settling for underreacting, letting herself twitch and shudder only a very little bit.

Keltham will read these more understated reactions as "probably not faking it to herself hopefully??" and "demon-fighters have high pain tolerance go figure", combined with not being sure how much it's supposed to hurt in the first place to rip out armpit hairs.  He wants to ask Carissa exactly where it stands on a dolor scale, or order her to say what she's feeling, thinking, during this.  But that order doesn't feel like it fits... well, it fits him, it fits what he wants, but it doesn't fit the image she constructed for how to do this new thing called Evil.

The way that she's holding her arm in place, though, keeping herself exposed to the pain, like she's reaffirming the gift of herself and the obedience, that part is working for him.  By the time he finishes making this armpit symmetrical with the other one, he thinks, he's going to be more than ready to - well, the notions of "use her" or "take from her" do seem right, even though the notion of her as an already-bought good or service doesn't.

(There are so many things he wants to check if he's doing right.  But Keltham is making headway on telling his mind to stand down about generating infinitely many urgent questions while having sex.  Keltham is not the first dath ilani ever to have encountered that issue, and Civilization has turned some attention to making sure the species doesn't die out because of it.  He can just use the standard trick of promising himself that he'll write up an after-action report and submit it to Carissa for review later while they're not having sex.)

In due time Carissa's armpit looks symmetrical with her other one, the hair somewhat diminished, and what remains is going to be easier with a tweezers, if that technology exists here.

He would like to have access to Carissa's own genitals while she orally services him, so that he can inflict at least a little pleasure on her (she did say it was still pleasant) as well as pain, but Keltham cannot visualize how that is supposed to work on a flat soft surface like this so-called bed.  Being able to get into positions like that is why cuddlerooms have furniture that is correctly and appropriately designed for cuddlerooms.  Maybe if Carissa turned sideways, his arms would be able to reach, but sideways is not a good position for oral given the sensitivity distribution on penises in general and his penis in particular.  Unless Carissa has a spell to turn her mouth sideways inside her face?  He doesn't want to stop and ask right now.

"Time for a game," Keltham says.  He has to push himself to overcome the sensation that it's wrong to speak out loud, that speaking breaks the spell, that everything should be done nonverbally; the two of them don't have enough of a signaling code worked out.  "We'll play a beginners' version of it, modified for this dimension.  You'll take me in your mouth, and when I get close enough to orgasm to start to feel the heat, I'll start counting out loud.  If I fall down below that burn, I'll stop counting, and start over when you get back.  If you go too far, I'll partially ejaculate into your mouth, and then hurt you, and that also starts the count over again.  If you reach a count of sixty, that means it's time to make me come.  If you can do that before I get tired of the game and order you to make me come anyways, you get to try on my shirt, briefly, under my supervision, and then give it back."

"If you didn't understand that, I order you to ask questions.  And don't look cheerful and enthusiastic about any parts you had trouble understanding unless you actually feel that way."

"I am pretty sure I understood that."

"Then make it so."

Keltham has no idea what he's doing and it's terrifying but he also knows how to give very specific instructions! Carissa is incredibly into very specific instructions. She's also into horrible mind games where you never know the rules but she gets enough of that in her day job, honestly, at least right at this moment, and so the very specific instructions are incredibly reassuring by comparison. 

She's not supposed to express any improperly correlated feelings but she does, vaguely, try to get that across? That she feels safe and protected and cared-for, even while he's hurting her? Probably it's failing to translate across the species divide, what with how she's trying to communicate it with caresses and eye movements, and Keltham's instead going to conclude that she has a toothache, but you know, a girl can try. 

Asking for Keltham to read that much from her eye movements is asking a bit much, yeah; but if she caresses him, he will infer that it indicates affection, and secondary-infer that he is probably getting at least one thing right.

Carissa is more skilled than most dath ilani girls Keltham's age, less skilled than that one girl who had invested time into simulated-biofeedback oral sex training.  The reason why Keltham nonetheless gambled on it being safe to date that girl - without expecting his infohazardous memory of her to spoil him for all lesser blowjobs forever - is that a simple statistical model predicted that Keltham, like a majority of men, would still find less skilled blowjobs fun even after being exposed to a more skilled one.  This continues to be true about being blown by Carissa.


It doesn't take long for Keltham to feel the burn of pleasure beginning.  He is under more stress than usual, yes, but he's also discovered a large new chunk of his sexuality and is with a very pretty woman and he is a teenaged male yet.

"One..." Keltham says.  "Two...  Three..."

It would be convenient to be able to multitask, here. She needs to figure out how she's going to explain things to the girls in the morning, because they won't have the excuse of hypothetical Worldwound trauma. She needs to understand tyranny better if she's going to seduce Keltham into it. She's getting a **headband** and should have a plan to set aside some time for thinking once she has it. - but actually this is quite challenging and she's going to have to set all of that aside for the moment. 

(She is a competitive person but not such a competitive person she forgets to think about whether she is in fact trying to win, here. The thing she wants is for Keltham to have a maximally satisfying and seductively-evil experience; that is not necessarily achieved by beating him. It's probably not achieved by losing easily, though. And it's not obviously achieved by losing at all, he didn't set her a goal he obviously wants her to fail at or anything... okay, now setting everything aside to actually focus on the object-level problem.)

She slowed down, but not enough; and Keltham on Round One wasn't trying to hide any microsigns, but he also wasn't deliberately giving her any additional cues of how he was doing, like altering his own breathing or letting himself tense up.  He was curious as to whether Carissa could read arousal microsigns herself.

The answer, as he predicted in advance, is no.

Keltham comes into her mouth the smallest amount he can, and when he's done doing that, pulls her head away, grabs both her earlobes with his hands, bites with his fingernails, and twists.

He likes this part, Keltham thinks.

Carissa will do her best to whimper in a cute way but not in an exaggerated way and not in a way that would reasonably be expected to have any other correlates.

Keltham will go on twisting until he expects to be no longer sensitive himself, maybe a little longer because he's having fun; and then let go, to see whether Carissa resumes automatically or waits to be ordered.

Waiting very patiently.

Keltham is torn between liking the implied obedience and - not liking as much the way that pure-obedience makes Carissa seem less eager, less motivated to do things to him?  And that sure is a problem he can't solve by giving her more orders.  But questions about that can wait for a later report to be submitted.

"Resume.  In the future, stop when I start hurting you and resume as soon as I stop."

All right, she can do that. And not get distracted this time.

Keltham is also working hard on being less distracted, widely acknowledged to be the problem of sexuality in dath ilan.  He's having fun, now he just needs to not think about anything more complicated than that!  His brain does take this moment to suggest that he review his doubts from Wisdom-enhancement time about whether he's investing the correct amount of time into fun at all, but this strategy was very obviously generated by the pessimization engine rather than the optimization engine and is rejected at the speed of perceptual reaction.

"One..." Keltham says after a while.  "Two..."  This time he'll switch on a slight encouragement of his own visible reactions, as he gets closer or further from orgasm; muscle tenses, changes in breathing.  Not quite choosing them, just encouraging his feelings to express themselves that way.

(Distraction is definitely not the problem of sexuality in Golarion. Golarion has some other problems. And Carissa is going to think about all of them tomorrow, and try to win at this today.)

"Seven..."  Keltham permits himself, channels the reaction, to tense and hold his breath; if Carissa doesn't slow down by a lot, she's going to lose round two.

Carissa is aiming to lose in opposite directions each time; that's how to improve at something, if you haven't got finer information to work from. She can slow way down.

Slowing way down will of course cause Keltham to relax his thighs, let out his breath, and stop counting as he falls out of the somewhere-near-an-orgasm state.