Succumbing to Temptation

Kyrie stared into the full length mirror in one of Mae's guest rooms as her hands lightly moved up to rub against her cheeks. Her face flickered in the light of the oil lamp that was present in the room and soon her eyelids were fluttering closed.

Just what was she doing?

Earlier she'd come dangerously close to meeting Renard's lips in a kiss; of course this had caused her heart to race, but it also sent the usual dull pain running through her. She was betraying Isaac with these feelings, there was no doubt about it. Yet she didn't want to lose Isaac... He was important to her, in ways that were radically different from Renard. Isaac was where she went to feel comfortable and loved, especially because he had such a kind and protective personality. Renard didn't have either of these qualities. He was unpredictable and likely wouldn't prioritize Kyrie in most situations; perhaps he was supportive in his own way, but his method was one that strove to get Kyrie to expand her horizons by exposing herself to a bit of discomfort rather than catering to her own likes and dislikes.

It was nice to have Renard as a friend, but to have him as a lover as well...?

The very thought caused her to let out a groan as she fell onto her back, frowning up at the ceiling. If only she hadn't found Renard in the garden all those nights ago, if that was the case then none of this ever would've happened. She wouldn't be struggling to put a value judgment on Isaac and Renard, and she wouldn't be forced to choose one or the other. Still, even that wish didn't sit quite right with her. Without seeing Renard in the garden like she had, she never would've gotten to know him. To not have him helping inspire new drawings and causing her to think about things in ways that she hadn't before... It felt like it'd be a shame to have never had that.

Closing her eyes again as she lay on the floor, she idly contemplated moving over towards the bed and just sleeping there. She'd decided not to go out to the garden this evening, not after the near encounter she'd had with Renard in the kitchen. This decision had made her restless, and while she hadn't gone out into the garden, she had come up to one of the guest rooms with her notebook clad in just her nightgown. She had been hoping that if she went to the room that she and Isaac shared often then she would be comforted, but it had only made her think of the inevitability of his return; when he came back, she would have to try and find a way to explain how she'd so willingly betrayed him. It was possible to try and turn it around on Renard to turn him into the sole antagonist, but Kyrie didn't think she could do that: the fact of the matter was that Renard wasn't a villain, or if he was then he wasn't any more of one than Kyrie was.

In the end, she really didn't budge from her position on the floor. She just languished there until eventually all the thoughts swirling around in her head got muddied up enough that they turned into a haze of sleep.

It was only when the soft click of the door was heard that Kyrie even stirred a little. Even then though, it wasn't really much: she made a soft sound while she turned her head away from the door. She was in the room that she and Isaac often shared, so to her barely conscious mind it stood to reason that this was just Isaac finally coming in for the night. Sometimes he came back late, so more than once he had come in after Kyrie had already fallen asleep.

As a hand reached down to lightly grip her shoulder, Kyrie made a louder hum as she lazily fumbled for her lover.

"Kyrie."

The hand on her shoulder moved to hold her wrist, preventing her half-asleep efforts. She didn't give any real response to her name being said though, so this time the voice got louder.

"Kyrie!"

It was here that Kyrie's eyes snapped open with a soft gasp. With a gut reaction of panic, it quickly occurred to her that this wasn't Isaac. That meant that it could only be one other person. She stared dumbfounded at Renard as she struggled to figure out just what was going on. Why was he up here? Had he done anything to her? Why were they so close? The shock was melted at least in part when Renard's face turned to a smile.

"I can't imagine it's very comfortable to sleep on the ground."

"I-I guess not."

Still Kyrie's mind was slow to really register what was going on, but after staring at Renard for a couple moments she spoke again.

"What are you doing here...?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

Furrowing her face up into a rather dissatisfied pout, this caused Renard to let out a short chuckle.

"Alright, alright. I'm here because I was worried about the fact that you didn't show up in the garden. I thought maybe I'd offended you earlier today. I'm not really a sit around and wait kind of guy so I decided that it would be best to come seek you out. Is that a more satisfying answer?"

Kyrie didn't really say anything in response, mostly because she wasn't sure she was fully awake yet. Moving to sit up, she rubbed her eyes before blankly staring at the bed, debating whether she wanted to get up and move over to it.

Even though Kyrie was one step away from sleep, Renard was still very much awake, and he caught sight of Kyrie's notebook under the light of the still burning oil lamp.

"Oh, you were drawing up here?"

Kyrie's gaze briefly flickered down towards the notebook as she shook her head.

"No. I thought I might, but once I got up here the mood didn't strike me."

There was silence in the room then, and Kyrie could just feel the tension between the two of them. Suddenly self conscious about the fact that she was only wearing her nightgown, she balled her body up to try and hide it better. Renard watched as she did this, and she could just feel that familiar but not wholly welcome fire beginning to light up her body.

"Was there anything else?"

Renard didn't respond immediately to the question; he just stared at her before looking over at the mirror that she was sitting in front of. He knew that it would hurt her if he tried to pursue her again, but his body trembled to have another taste. If he played his cards right, he could probably get Kyrie to agree to more sex with him; after what happened in the kitchen earlier today, it was clear that she was getting weaker and weaker to her body's own desires.

Straightening up from his crouched position, he stretched as he pondered the question Kyrie had raised to him. The fact that he hadn't answered yet was making her increasingly more anxious as the seconds ticked by, and her heart raced as she struggled to keep her breathing perfectly calm. He wasn't going to do anything she didn't want, she knew that; what worried her though, was that she felt like she actually wanted what she was so anxious about.

"Here, stand up for me, would you?"

Renard offered his hand to her as he said this, and an imperceptible tremble ran through her as she stared at his hand. Her expression... She was so unknowingly sexy when she was aroused, and it was both adorable and incredibly titillating. Resisting his more primal urges as her smaller hand was placed in his, Renard helped her up to a standing position.

Instead of pulling her in or something like that, Renard let her hand go and went to move his candle that he'd brought a little away from the oil lamp. She was confused about what he was doing, and she actually found that she was disappointed that he wasn't trying to do something to her. Biting her bottom lip to effectively chastise herself, when Renard turned back to her she tried to keep her expression curious to hide just how much she wanted him to do something more.

Her heart practically leapt in her chest as he moved closer to her. Smoothly, he turned her around so that she was staring into the mirror. Kyrie wasn't sure she liked it when she saw her own face staring back at her with Renard's face leaning over her shoulder though. Mostly she didn't like it because the mirror showed her just how much she was failing to hide her own desire; the way that Renard had set up the lights did nothing but highlight that fact. She had no idea she'd been making such an expression, and now she felt even more exposed than before.

Moving to turn around so that she didn't have to be exposed to such embarrassing sights, Renard gently kept her in place. If she really wanted to turn around then he wouldn't stop her, but he was going to make a case for staying just as she was first.

"Don't hide, Kyrie. How often is it that you get to look in a mirror and truly see yourself? You say that you've never drawn any pictures of you because no matter how hard you try you just don't know the expressions you make. But Kyrie... You can know some expressions, like what you just glimpsed in the mirror right now."

Her whole body trembled visibly now as Renard said these words softly into her ear. She was looking down as her chest heaved from the labored breathing, and Renard moved his hands to frame her face so that she was looking at herself dead on in the mirror. Soon her eyes were meeting his, and it was almost as if his fixed gaze was burning away her clothes and leaving her just a raw ball of want.

"I can show you more, Kyrie."

Her eyes went wide while she watched Renard's hand through the mirror as it slowly moved from her face down to her neck. The flames of arousal were left burning in its wake, and she struggled to form any real words of protest. She could see how her own expressions were changing, and she knew that Renard could see this as well. This felt even more exposing than their time in the garden; that time he had been parsing through her heart, but this time, this time he was exploring her body not just on his own, but also getting her to explore her own body.

"I... I..."

She didn't know what she was trying to say, and since there was no clear refusal in her words, Renard softly nuzzled the side of her face as his hand slid down her arm to move lower. Once his hand reached hers, he gently took hold of it. Kyrie watched all of this in the mirror, completely mesmerized by the fact that she could see all of this happening from an outside perspective. Her body seemed to fit so well against Renard's, and while she'd pretty much always been able to see her lover in her encounters, she never once got to see the full picture like this.

As Renard began to move her hand now, Kyrie found that she'd been holding her breath in anticipation. She was soon letting it out in a quick gasp though as Renard moved their hands under the skirt of her nightgown, sliding along the skin of her leg unimpeded by cloth.

"W-wait!"

Her voice came out breathy as she said this, but her eyes remained fixed on the mirror. At the words Renard stopped his advance, but he did softly kiss Kyrie's neck, causing her to let out a whimper.

"Do you not want to see this?"

It was almost unfair how much Renard could play to all her hidden desires. He knew as well as she did that she did want to see this, but the fact that she really shouldn't still made her hesitate. Renard was a bad partner if any sort of restraint was desired, but when it came to matters of the body, wasn't it better not to hold back?

Turning her gaze downwards in both defeat and embarrassment, her voice was small as she responded.

"I... I do want to see it..."

A rumble of approval was heard from Renard at that, and his free hand moved to push her chin back up to look into the mirror once more.

"Then watch."

Giving her neck a few more soft kisses, he had to admit that he was also using the mirror to better watch Kyrie. The expressions that she made while her body coped with arousal were just amazing, and the mirror allowed him to see these things while keeping her in her current position. Renard continued to slowly snake their joined hands up Kyrie's leg, until they were meeting with the thin cloth of Kyrie's underwear.

"Now... Pleasure yourself."

Kyrie's face snapped away from the mirror then, turning to actually look at Renard with shock and embarrassment read on her features.

"W-what? I can't--"

Her protests were drowned in a wave of pure ecstasy as Renard used her own hand to rub against her sex. Breathing heavily, it was amazing how quickly her mind went from shy hesitance to itching to continue what Renard had started. Once again, Renard turned her face back towards the mirror so that she could clearly see just how much she wanted it.

"Don't look away, you might miss something."

The sight of her own aroused face caused her to clench her eyes shut, but a soft warning from Renard had her eyes fluttering open once more.

"Nothing will happen if your eyes are closed."

This was... Such a sweet torture. She wanted to see, she wanted to satisfy this arousal, but at the same time there was an overwhelming sense of embarrassment. Not only was she going to be pleasuring herself, but Renard was going to be watching every step of the way! She wasn't sure if that was more arousing or not.

"Go on, Kyrie, I'll be right here."

He let his fingers brush against the back of hers almost comfortingly, and her body once again trembled in his arms. She really did feel so much more fragile than Dessi and Vivian, it made Renard want to tease her because it affected her so much more...

Painstakingly slowly, Kyrie moved her other hand down so that she could take off her underwear. It was only going to get in the way for what was to come, and Renard watched with a hungry expression as the cloth sank to the floor and she stepped out of it. He would be patient though, he would have all night to enjoy the lovely creature in front of him.

Even though she took off the underwear, she didn't end up taking off the nightgown. She felt like if things were a bit covered up in the mirror, then they wouldn't be nearly so embarrassing or arousing to see. As her fingers gently touched at her exposed sex though, she realized with an almost violent shudder that it likely wouldn't make any difference.

She was already quite wet as her fingers slid along herself. Spreading the slickness around down there, she could feel Renard's erection as it became more noticeable against her back; her body was fitted so closely to his that it was impossible not to tell. His hand was still over hers, and it was quite likely that the moisture was getting onto his fingers as well, further arousing him.

Chancing a glance at him in the mirror, she found this to be a horrible mistake because of how intensely he was looking at her. Immediately her face flushed brightly and she had to fight to keep herself looking at the mirror. Better to look down at what her hand was doing rather than at either of their faces.

Moaning softly as her fingers slid over her now wet clit, the sensation felt even better than usual thanks to how easily she was able to move. When she was particularly aroused, her eyes trended towards closing, but every time this happened Renard gave her a little something to remind her to keep her eyes open. For the most part then, she was looking at herself with glazed over half-lidded eyes, and it was strange to see in the mirror just because... Well... Because she really didn't recognize herself. It felt like she was watching a different person in the mirror: she was doing something she wouldn't usually do, and she looked different than she ever would've imagined. She didn't know she could be so... Alluring?

She was soon letting out a little squeak as Renard shifted behind her, but through the haze of pleasure she wasn't exactly sure what he was up to until she felt firm heated flesh up against her back. Her body unconsciously pressed up against him while she moaned, both from her own hand's actions and the knowledge that he was just as aroused as she was.

It would seem that Renard had had quite enough of watching while being minimally involved though, so he took over the motions of her hand. Pulling her away from herself, he slid his erection between her legs and grazed his heated flesh up against hers. He wasn't pushing in yet, simply dousing his sex in her wetness. This gentle grinding was driving her up the wall though, and she moaned as her body pressed to get more; she wanted so badly for him to be inside of her, and the glimpses she caught of her own want in the mirror just made the feeling worse.

He continued to tease her though, rubbing tantalizingly up against her and making her body press up against his harder in an attempt to catch him off beat and push him up inside of her. It was frustrating how well he seemed to predict these actions though, and she could see a soft smirk lighting up his face as his hands moved into her nightgown to pinch at her nipples. Biting her lip, it wasn't long before her sounds of arousal got louder and more needy: she wanted him inside of her so badly that her eyes actually met his in the mirror.

There was a silent plea in Kyrie's eyes as the two gazed at each other, and the smirk dropped from Renard's face as he was overcome by his own desire. Without further ado, he slammed into her with a soft groan, and he watched as her back arched and she threw her head back with a cry of satisfaction. She couldn't see it well, but she saw enough of what she did in the mirror to be horribly embarrassed by it somewhere in her mind. That was a latent thought though, her focus was more on the part of her brain that was telling her to ram her hips into Renard's and bring them both to release.

Renard met each of Kyrie's pushes, his own brain quickly transforming into the desire to get to a release as soon as possible. He'd had enough clarity of mind to tease her before, draw things out to give her more expressions to see in the mirror, but now he wasn't even paying attention to whether she was still looking in the mirror. All he was thinking about was how good it felt to move into her and elicit those sounds from her.

With this new pace, it wasn't long before Kyrie's entire body was tensing up as her cries became higher pitched. This tensing earned her a moan from Renard due to her inner walls clenching around his sensitive flesh. Giving her a couple thrusts hard enough to get her to stand on her toes for a moment or two, her body finally seized up all around him, and this easily triggered his own ejaculation. Warmth poured into her as she watched them in the mirror: her chest was heaving, she looked all kinds of disheveled, and the expression on Renard's face was one overcome with his own pleasure as he rode out his release with her. Their bodies meshed together in a messy but also somehow rewarding way, and their second encounter left Kyrie with images that she would always remember, thanks to the mirror.

She shuddered with a soft moan as Renard pulled out of her, and she could feel the evidence of their sex slowly seeping down her leg. It took a couple seconds for it to become visible in the mirror, but once it did, Kyrie found her heart once again beating hard to see it. It was clear tangible evidence of the desire of their bodies.

Even though she knew Isaac would hate this, somehow she was at peace with what she'd just done; it hadn't been sprung on her this time. All she knew was that she wanted to keep Isaac and Renard close to her as time plodded on; it was clear to her now that they were both too important to her for her to want to let one go.

She just... Didn't know how she was going to accomplish keeping both of them.

For now she put the thoughts out of her mind, and turned to wrap her arms around Renard's neck.