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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. ]

Shoulda put a ring on ya, huh.

[ She teases him, but does slow down because she's absolutely not finished using that dick yet. She bites her lip to suppress her breathing, scratching her nails up the back of his neck. ]

I'll remember that.

[ She flicks the fabric of her dress the rest of the way aside so she can touch herself, squeezing with a shivering sigh. He gets less, she gets more, it all balances out. ]

[ Things that he should not find hot: that threat. Things he does find hot: that threat. He whimpers, a needy little noise, as he nuzzles his face into the side of her neck. His desperation is only getting worse the longer this goes on. ]

Ya wouldn't... [ Of course she would. ] Dunno if I could handle that.

[ I other words: definitely do it next time to hear him beg even more pathetically than usual. ]

Ya can do anythin' I tell ya to.

[ She smiles, crooked and charming, stroking herself with lazy pleasure. Her hips shift languidly and her head falls back loosely on her neck, dark hair trailing down her back. She keeps her balance with that hand on his neck, fingers flexing in slow scratching movements. ]

[ He wants to touch and kiss and fuck her so badly. Watching her pleasure herself only strengthens that desire. Izō whines in between his heavy, panting breaths. ]

I will do anythin' ya tell me to...

[ Eternally eager to please, a fatal flaw. ]

Y' can go harder, if ya want...

[ Please. ]

You caught your breath, baby?

[ She laughs, gasps gently and fucks into the curl of her fist. He feels desperate and she feels heavenly, liquid warm and comfortable but still itching to come undone. She wants to kiss him too, fuck his mouth until she comes riding him. It's what she wants, so she pulls it loose. ]

Now, be good for me.

[ She puts her hands in his hair and tilts her head to kiss him hard. Her arms tighten around him for stability, her cock is sticky and wet against his stomach as she moves and gasps into his mouth. She trembles a little when the edge is right there, tells him yes in a low tone with her tail thrashing. ]

[ His orgasm is practically on command when she speaks the word. Between her command, her cock against his stomach, and her kiss, it was only a matter of time. He can only make some pathetic noises against her mouth as he comes with a sharp buck of his hips.

What a good dog. ]

[ She can feel the pulsing twitch inside her, the surge of sticky wet. It's a deep incentive to her own state, a few more helpless rolls of her hips, hand squeezing around her cock until she's done for. She comes in a splash against his abdomen. She had promised to make a mess of him and sweaty, red with rope marks, mussed, and painted in cum probably does the trick. She arcs her chest up to expand her ribs so she can get in a good gulping breath as she gets a headful of stars.

She pulls at his hair fitfully as she breathes, nose against his damp temple. She croons to him hoarsely, ]

What a good boy.

[ Ugh she can't be bothered to untie him yet so she just pushes him over, crawling off of him to lie down alongside him in the tangle of her dress. She pets his arm lazily as she waits for her body temperature to recalibrate. ]

[ She did deliver on her promise of making a mess of him. It's exactly what he wanted. Unwanted, however, is the way she shoves him over. That earns his most undignified and indignant noise of the night, a squeaky yelp as he hits the bed. ]

Fuckin'...warn me.

[ He's not really mad, though. Having her close is comfortable and lets him get back into a more normal headspace. He shifts closer to her as best he can in a quiet plea for more contact, if she'd be so kind. ]

Hmm.

[ She just makes a warm, drowsy noise at him and cuddles up against his side. Majima usually lingers a little, but not quite like that. He's usually more keen to untie him too, whereas she is deeply not fussed. There's a solid chance she's not done with her bound up mutt. ]

[ Which is fine. Give him a little bit to rest and recharge and he'll be ready for another round, if she wants.

Izō huffs a sigh. Not like he can do much else in this position. ]

...Real cute like this, ain't ya?

I'll fight ya.

[ She answers with lazy humor, pinching his ass in studied nonchalance. She inhales slowly through her nose before she sits up, crawling over on top of him to find his clothes. She roots around in them for his cigarettes. She sits on the bed with her legs thrown over him as she lights one, offering it out for him to pull off of.]

Can't say I don't take care of ya now, huh.

Edited (whitespace my nemesis) 2022-05-01 02:34 (UTC)

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