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Who: the Vision and YOU
Broadcast: Video
Action: On Lyndia
When: Video is now, action through the duration of the system

[Video Broadcast]

[The video clicks on to a tunnel opening up to a spectacular cavern with what looks like a lava waterfall, casting an orange-red light onto the surroundings even though it's fairly distant. After a good long moment, the view swings back to the tunnel where a few sparkling rocks are embedded in the gray stone walls.]

I'm pleased to report that one can indeed find diamonds down in the lower mines, though they tend to appear rather close to lava flows. I'd advise caution if you'd like to seek them out, but I am reliably told the natives will craft them into a number of tools for you if you can acquire them.

[There's a brief hissing sound from behind the camera, and he quickly sets it down. The sounds of a scuffle and a high-pitched screech are heard, and after a moment he picks it back up again.]

Ah, and do watch out for the cave spiders if you traverse this deep. They're rather large.

[Action throughout the month]

[The Vision doesn't spend all of his time looking for underground treasures, of course. This is a great planet for some flying, especially when it means checking out some staggeringly giant trees and looking for novel fruits to bring home for testing, or gathering wood for various construction projects. There's also all of the neat tech to be found in the populated areas underground, so he can also be found shopping for upgrades, new media for the library, spare parts, and of course creature comforts. Maybe they even have some donut powder! And since it's been so very long, he can even be found at the water park wearing a ridiculous little yellow Speedo and looking like he's thoroughly enjoying the screaming crowds of young people on inflatable tubes.

Lastly, for those few who might remember, his birthday was officially set as May 16th last time he was in the Fleet, and it's quickly approaching....]

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[It's so intense and Vision is so good that Wanda's straining against the pleasure, finally unable to fully hold her hips still. She rocks helplessly against him, and it's only through some small miracle of willpower that she hasn't come for him already. Vision's fingers and tongue are too talented. As always, he gives her exactly what she needs.

But regardless of how hard she tries to hold back, there is only so long Wanda can delay the inevitable. They're both so close, and when Vision finally slides into her she know she can't hold back any longer. This might be their most intense joining yet - she's certainly wetter than she's ever been this early in their lovemaking.

So when Vision tells her to let go her body simply obeys him and she comes hard on a cry of his name. Her back arches as far off the bed as her restraints allow and since she can't touch him, she pulls him psychically closer, desperate for more.]

Vision...Vision...

[Oh yes, she is definitely going to scream for him tonight.]

[He empties into her with another cry and collapses, still inside her but now laying on top of her as well (he has enough presence of mind to make himself less dense so it's not painful to bear his weight), and he buries his face against her shoulder and breathes in the scent of her hair, kissing the side of her neck and head desperately until he calms down enough that his breathing is restored to normal. And then, then he props himself up again so he can kiss her properly on the mouth.]

Can you stand another round, my love? Or shall we take a short rest?

[Wanda lets her head fall back against the pillow with another moan. Again she wishes she could hold him, but Vision seems to sense her need for closeness and stays buried inside her as they recover. Or try to. The heat of his kisses only stokes her desire and Wanda kisses his shoulder with the same fervor. It's too much to contain. She needs more, evidenced by the continued fluttering of her inner walls around him and the steady red glow in her eyes.

Just when she can't take it anymore, Vision kisses her for real. Wanda kisses him back with as much passion as a kiss can translate and whines when he pulls away.]

Please, Vizh...

[Her hips rock up against him once more in invitation. She's still so worked up that a rest would be just as much sweet torture as her bindings..]

[His eyes light up; that was the answer he'd been hoping to hear. It's remarkably erotic to see her struggling against the bindings to try to touch him, to see the signs that she wants him as much as he wants her. And now that they've got the most urgent coupling out of the way, he can take his time with his thrusts, wind them both up and down. It's more focused this time, but the noises he makes and the occasional pauses to kiss Wanda desperately show how very well this is working for him.]

My Wanda. Oh, my love.

[His thoughts are overlaid with the fuzzy heat of desire, but under that surface is a strong upwelling of love/pride/joy that he has trouble forming words around. And so he uses his body instead, and expresses it to her bit by bit, thrust by thrust, until he's no longer sure where he ends and Wanda begins, and it doesn't really matter anymore, does it? He is hers and she is his, and nothing can change that.]

[As always, Wanda welcomes the blurring of the barriers between their minds and surrenders even further to him. Her hips meet his thrust for thrust, seamlessly following the rhythm he sets. Their pleasure crests together and each time Vision gently pulls them back from the edge Wanda whines and struggles against her bindings. The kisses help - and from the sounds she's making she's enjoying them a lot - but the bindings are the final thing keeping them apart and she desperately wants to hold him just as much as she's enjoying being utterly at Vision's mercy. Now that her immediate desire has been sated, she can better enjoy the journey this time.]

Yes...always, my Vision.

[She can feel that mix of love/pride/joy burning brightly against her mind and her own love and happiness glow stronger in response. Broken praise and encouragements fall from her lips, I love you translated through the passion of each kiss and I want you in each answering thrust of her hips.

This time there's no rush to work towards orgasm - as much as Wanda wants to be free, she also wants to draw this feeling of complete and utter bliss out as long as possible. And soon, all she can do is murmur his name over and over.]

[Finally, finally, after an agonizing but thoroughly enjoyable length of time, the Vision brings Wanda to climax without holding back. He empties into her hard when he feels that surge and, just to help her ride it all the way down, as soon as he has control of himself again he swiftly unties the restraints so they can hold one another for the desperate comfort that comes after such an exhaustive bout.

His thoughts are full of a fuzzy happiness, after, not able to form anything more coherent than mine and love and thank you, and he barely has the energy to nuzzle against her shoulder. But he does spiral down, eventually, and when he does he voices what he's been meaning to say all along.]

You are the best present I could have for my birthday. I love you, Wanda Maximoff.

[She could stay like this forever, held in a haze of pleasure under Vision's care, if their bodies didn't have other needs. They drift to the edge and back over and over and over, but Wanda is only human and she can only take so much before she's wound so tightly she can't take it anymore. She's only just present enough to be able to scream Vision's name as she comes.

It's sweet relief to finally be untied, and the upside of being bound through both orgasms is that Wanda's fully skipped past the boneless stage of recovery into a desperate need to cuddle. Now is time for softness, for rediscovering the feel of his skin against hers and where it feels best for both of them to stroke and kiss. Wanda feels enough pleasure that she's left moaning quietly as they recover, but whether it's from her pleasure at touching him or his pleasure at being touched or both is anyone's guess.

She can't talk for a while either but her thoughts answer him readily: yours and my heart and always.]

I love you too, Vision. You are everything...the light of my world. [She kisses him slowly and deeply, reveling in the simple joy of it.] I would do anything for you.

[It will take a while to recover, and so for now the best the Vision can do is hold Wanda, cradling them both in the warm comfort of a lover's touch. No doubt they'll go for another round later tonight, but he is utterly content in the moment as he gives Wanda long, slow caresses and breathes in harmony with her.]

All I ask is that you be yourself. There is so much beauty in that alone.

[He kisses her again. Granted that he hasn't exactly had very many, but this is most certainly the best birthday he's had so far.]