jigokulogs | [open] no strings attached

[ That much he can understand. He never digs for deeper meaning in anything -- that's not his place. An assassin just waits for orders and never acts on their own accord. He could ask why and get himself into trouble or he can just accept what's happening and what he's told.

Of course he's going to just accept it. She's in control and that's not a bad thing -- it's obvious that he's enjoying it, already half-hard. A pleasant little fantasy to indulge in. ]

I like diff'rent.

[ He slips his arm around her waist and tries to draw her a little closer as he goes for another kiss. Part of it is true desire, part of it is testing his limits. How much leeway will she give him? ]

[ She lets him pull her in for a moment, mouth open and warm, inhaling. Her scales are softened from whatever shimmery oil they put on her, smooth and sweet-smelling. Then she grabs him by the shirt and pulls him along to the low bed with purpose. ]

Shoes.

[ She instructs lazily as he sits on him. ]

Swords.

[ He can put them in reach, but they're in the way already. ]

[ He's nothing if not obedient -- a rare occurrence. Probably because it's hard to argue with her sitting on top of him. He just nods as does as he's told. Shoes are removed, swords are taken from the loops on his belt and placed within arm's reach.

He lets a hand rest on her thigh as he looks up at her. She's certainly activated his need to please. ]

[ She lifts his chin with the tip of one slightly sharp nail -- glittery black. ]

Such a good boy.

[ She sits back on him, the small of her back arched nicely as she returns to fiddling open his buttons. ]

Yer gonna be real good for me, aren't ya.

[ Light fingertips trace down the center of his chest. She's definitely still teasing him, but at least there's an obvious reward and it's perched right on top of him. ]

[ Her praise just makes him that much more eager to do whatever she asks of him. It's like throwing gasoline on a fire. He whines as he slides his hand up her thigh, mindful of his claws. ]

Whatever ya want...Say it an' I'll do it.

[ Yes, he's already at that point of horny. More dog than bird most of the time. ]

[ Majima doesn't think much of treating Izo like a dog. He's been spoken to like that and admitting whether or not he likes it would be uncomfortable. Goromi has no such qualms. She's not the creature out of the Hole, not today. ]

That's a good puppy.

[ She bites her lip and encourages his hands up until they hit the edge of her stocking, guiding his hand just inside the slit of the dress to pluck the strap loose. That suggests something about what's under the dress, it had to be something sleek to not show any prominent lines through the sequined fabric. ]

You just wanna make me happy.

[ She looks like she knows exactly what would make her happy, and she's going to take it from him. She nudges one of her heels off, it was already slipping anyway, and the other follows it. She sits to the side with a leg still extended. ]

C'mere an' help me with these.

[ She nudges his leg playfully. ]

[ Yes, he just wants to make her happy and that means being good and obedient for once in his life. If Izō were to think on that any more deeply, he'd be upset by the implications. Obeying any order for scraps of praise only ended with him being abandoned and left behind. Old habits die hard, though. ]

'Course.

[ He doesn't even fuss as he sits up to do as he's told. She's pushing his buttons in just the right way. He pauses to kiss the top of her foot in a show of submission, as if the rest of what he's doing didn't show that well enough. Clawed fingers hook into the tops of her stockings to roll them down slowly. Not something he's had to deal with before, but it's not like the concept is difficult. ]

[ She laughs richly, biting her lip as his claws tickle down her leg. She rotates her ankle to help flick the silky fabric off of her; her toes are painted a sakura shade of pink. It lets the full color of the tattoos down the backs of her thighs show, exposed through the slits of the dress. The heavy sequined fabric pools between her legs but when she pulls him up against her, a strong thigh hooked around his hip, she's as excited as he is. She runs her nails into his hair affectionately, splayed back.

Maybe Izo's right. Goromi gets to fuck off and disappear when she's done with zero consequences. That's why she gets to have so much fun. All problems are Majima's problems.

She pushes his shirt and vest back off his shoulders. ]

Yer cute when ya dress up nice. I'm gonna make a mess of you.

That a promise?

[ He likes the sound of that. His shirt and vest are tossed aside, leaving him bare from the waist up. Restraint gets similarly discarded as he leans forward to kiss her neck, teeth grazing her skin. ]

It's fuckin' promise.

[ She purrs, her nails scratch up his ribs and then down his back. She does open up her neck for his teeth but she pipes up in an amused tone, ]

Biting puppy, am I gonna have t'do somethin' about that?

[ She runs her bare knee along the mix of skin and clothes at his hip, thoughtfully. Does she want to play with him a little bit? Just a little more teasing? Maybe she does. She rolls him over with a swift hitch of her hips. The thin black strap of her dress slips down one shoulder and she looks down at him with imperious amusement. ]

[ He makes a little yelp of surprise as he's flipped over. It's just a momentary little fuss as he reaches up to graze her neck and exposed shoulder with the tips of his claws. ]

Maybe ya do...

[ He's going to press his luck to sit up and nip at her collarbone. ]

Can't help but wanna bite ya. Ya look good enough t' eat.

[ Okay, maybe he needs to stop talking. ]

Oo.

[ A pouty, thoughtful little noise, even as she lets him do it. For a moment, before she's got him and pulled on his hair. ]

Must be somethin' 'round here for a bad puppy...

[ She gives his nose a tap before she's swung her legs up and off to dig around in the drawers of weird shit the Tamamos keep around here. Any of that weird shit is far beyond what Majima would even glance at, she's not in the mood for his inhibitions. She wants a fucking break. ]

A-hah.

[ It's a small little face cage that sits fairly close to face. It's fitted with leather straps and its metal has all been coated in a vibrantly pink paint. She tosses it over cavalierly, followed by a wound length of cloth rope in red. She comes back, bare knee up into the mussed bedding, dragging the cage with her fingertips along with her. ]

Whaddya think, sweetheart?

[ The mere idea of this kind of treatment should be demeaning. If Izō were even slightly less horny, he'd probably balk at it. He's too far gone now to turn down the idea. Ropes bring back certain memories that are better left untouched...This is much, much different. He's not being tortured here -- quite the opposite -- and he trusts her not to mistreat him.

At least not mistreat him in a way he doesn't like. His eyes flit between her, the length of rope, and the muzzle. He swallows hard as he licks his lips. ]

...Ain't a bad idea. [ Who knows how it'll feel once she gets it on him? Izō lowers his head in an exceptionally rare sign of subservience. ] Go on...

[ She bites her lip, coming to sit across his legs while she fits the little cage onto him. She teases her fingertips at the bars. ]

Now there's a good boy.

[ She trails her hand down his chest until she hits fabric, curling her fingers under the waist and tugging. ]

These gotta go.

[ He snaps his teeth uselessly behind the cage. This feels way too good for it to be normal...It's fine. Now's not the time for thinking. It's time for enjoying and just letting this happen.

Not that he's just going to lay back and let her have her way -- not yet, anyway. He's still an active participant, shown by how eagerly (a little too eagerly) he helps her with his pants. Beneath he's actually wearing a pair of boxer briefs instead nothing. Even so, it does very little to hide how hard he is already. ]

These, too, right?

[ It'd be weird otherwise. He's just asking because he's being a pain. ]

[ With a giggling note she palms his cock affectionately through the fabric, pressing her thumb in to rub at the base. ]

These too.

[ And she'll peel them right off, only to take him all the way into her hand. Her scales are cool and smooth the touch, soft from the glittery oil that was put all over her. A gold bracelet jangles as she strokes him, leaned in close to his chest. ]

Ya might be kinda sweet on me, huh?

[ Oh that's already a lot. He's not even tied up and just her touch alone is enough to drive him crazy. Izō bucks into her touch with a quiet grunt. ]

Maybe...Yer a gorgeous lady, so why wouldn't I be? I jus' want whatever ya wanna give me...please.

[ Wow, Goromi really has a hold on him if he's being this polite right now. ]

Keep it together, baby. I ain't even started yet.

[ She smirks. Majima isn't all that confident in his looks without some bitterness, but Goromi knows she's gorgeous.

She lets go of him, reaching for the bundle of soft cloth rope. ]

Now hold still while I truss you up, puppy.

[ She's no rope queen, but she knows what she's after. Arms folded behind his back under his wings, legs tied together. If she spares a few more loops and ties around his body it's so he'll feel it when he wiggles. She leaves him with his feet on the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed as she steps back to admire her handiwork with a fingertip tapping her lower lip. ]

Now you wait here while I finish gettin' ready.

[ She walks off around the bed, behind him and out of sight. Who knows what the fuck she's doing, maybe she's just teasing him. ]

[ Izō is surprisingly accepting of being tied up, with little noises being his only complaints. Her handiwork gets tested almost immediately as he squirms in his binds. Yeah, that's pretty solid work. ]

Ain't got a lotta choice, do I?

[ Sitting on the edge of the bed bound and muzzled just waiting for her to come back should be humiliating. It should probably be dredging up some of his nastier trauma. It's neither of those things. It's exciting and different; the anticipation alone makes his cock twitch.

This might be a problem if this awakens something in him. ]

No lip, puppy.

[ Called cheerfully from behind him, she rattles around in some side drawer, humming lazily to herself. It's just starting to feel too long when she comes back, sliding up into his lap with her knees on either side. Her fingers toy up into his hair as she looks down into his face. There's color in her cheeks, across her chest and shoulders still showing where there's a warmblooded person underneath cool snake scale.

She smiles at him with lazy self-satisfaction, good eye relaxed with lashes made long with mascara. She sits up onto her knees to get her dress out of her way, then touches him with slick fingers underneath her. ]

You ready?

[ Whispered warm and breathless against his ear, nipping at his earlobe. It doesn't matter much what he says, she's pretty sure he's more than ready. It's not the configuration they normally play in, but as she lines him up it's obvious she still has all the control here. She is stretched out and slick; was she like that the whole time or was that what she was up to behind him?

Doesn't matter, she bites her lower lip and sinks in a slow controlled movement along his twitching cock with a little pleased gasp. ]

[ The puppy stuff should also be pissing him off, but it's not. It just makes it hotter and he's not about to analyze that too deeply. He can't even look her in the eye with how flushed his face is. It's embarrassing that he likes this treatment so much and that fact also turns him on.

Okada Izō, one of the four great manslayers of the Bakumatsu period and also an insatiable glutton for punishment.

Any second thoughts are pushed out as she pushes his cock inside her. ]

...Fuck, yer all nice'n ready for me. That what ya were doin' back there...?

[ He doesn't expect an answer. He does expect a reprimand for the ways his hips buck up to get more faster. Naughty pup. ]

[ It's been a long time since Majima has taken anyone for the fun of it, and Goromi and the snake stop him from thinking about when it wasn't fun with a vice-like grip. His possession's support of the game makes it more powerful, more definitive.

She links her hands behind Izo's neck, mouth open when he bucks underneath her; mostly of her red lipstick is still intact. ]

Ain't none of it for you, baby.

[ It's all what she wants. Goromi talks sweet but is ultimately selfish to the bone. She only wants what's fun and what pleases her. He bucks impatiently under her and so she grinds down on him heavily, back flexing into a sharp arch. She's hard between them, a heated shape under the sequined fabric of her dress that brushes into his stomach. ]

So you're not gonna come until I say ya can.

[ Her thighs squeeze, hips shifting with a roll. He's all hers now and there's not a thing he can do about it. ]

[ If she wants to be selfish, that's fine with him. In any other context, being used for someone else's purposes would piss him off. The is the one exception. Goromi is more than allowed to have her way with him. That doesn't means he's going to be quiet about it, of course.

He whines and rest his forehead against her shoulder, squirming against his restraints. A moment to breathe and try to force himself to settle down before he looks up at her again. ]

Whatever ya want...Take it.

[ He'll give it, so long as she gives him the praise he so desperately craves. Izō just wants to hear that he's doing a good job; her approval is all the matters to him. ]

Hm. That's my good boy.

[ Her back arches again, hands on his shoulders for leverage as she moves in his lap. She has strong legs and strong core, it's certainly exertion and her breath goes heavy in her chest, but she has the physical strength to attend to this itch all on her own. As she settles into a smooth rhythm, her nails claw on his back and the back of his neck with the way she pulls him tight to her body. Body heat and sweat overtakes where the oil had made her smooth, making skin and scale and sequin stick and pull.

The noises she makes are typical of Majima, if more breathy and more frequent. They come hot and close to his ear when she buries her nose in his hair, writhing with indecent urgency along his cock. ]

[ It's very hot to be little more than a sex toy right now. He can't stop himself from being noisier than usual, squirming in an effort to keep himself from disobeying her again. Her praise lights a fire in him...A vaguely alarming fire. He suddenly looks up, flushed and panting. ]

I'm gonna...

[ A warning that either she needs to slow down or do something to stop the inevitable. ]

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