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[OPEN] only god can see what i've become.

⬤ Andy @ the CR Meme ⬤
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Who ⬤ Andromache of Scythia (now of Enma) & YOU!
What ⬤ The bastard woman drinks and brawls her way through May substories
When ⬤ Throughout the month of May
Where ⬤ A bar, a backlot, and a bloody arena
Content Warnings ⬤ Profanity, violence, substance use, sex, etc. To be updated as needed!

A | MOON MEDICINE / SUBSTORY #1

[ This might be the most alive she's felt since arriving in hell. Whatever the fuck was in that medicinal mochi — it's like being high on cocaine and bloodlust at the same time. It feeds into that part of her that has always loved a fight. That up-close and personal shit where you can practically smell your opponent's breath. That's what she was raised on, seven thousand years ago on the Eurasian steppe — heir of the warrior-queen, bare and bloody on the battlefield, her mother's axe in her right hand.

No axe now. No battlefield either. Just the dirty alley out behind some dive bar. But that look in her eye is the same now as it was back then, wild and bright as she slams her fist into the unrecognizable pulp that was formerly the face of the yokai who had gotten fresh with her inside. Her knuckles are split open, but she doesn't seem to notice. Tunnel vision, everything else utterly irrelevant while her opponent is still standing — and he is, just barely. Just enough to take another clumsy swing at her, a move so obvious and slow that, in her violent fervor, she barks out a mean laugh, teeth bared. Bracing herself, she lets gravity do most of the work as she catches her victim by the clothes and flings him out of the alley towards street —

Right into anyone unfortunate enough to be passing by. ]

B | VEND ME A DREAM / SUBSTORY #2

[ Normally, on a day like this, Andy would have found some way to drink herself into oblivion by now. But she's spent most of her time in hell hungover, and somewhere between the constant headaches and violent nausea, she figured her newly mortal body was probably begging her for a break from the bottle. But being both idle and sober lends itself too readily towards her tendency to wallow uselessly in her own misery, so when the shirime approaches her with its winking butthole and a request for item A5, well...

Fuck it. It's not as if she has anything better to do.

That's how she winds up in that backlot, leaning up against a porno vending machine with a dwindling cigarette hanging from the corner of her mouth as she flips through Juicy Peaches. The look on her face is one of stoic apathy, but either she's bored or the asses within are just that compelling, because she's still turning pages. This page in particular has her head turning slightly one way, then the other as she considers it. Out loud, to nobody in particular: ]

...That's a fucking fish.

[ Given the context, she might mean that literally. Only one way to find out. ]

C | BRUISED & BLOODY / SHUTEN TERRITORY ARENA

[ She'd been beating up people for free in bars this whole time, so it seemed only practical to at least get paid for that shit. The booze and cigarettes don't pay for themselves — and gods forbid that Andy hold a regular nine-to-five. She'd rather have her bones broken. Besides, she makes for a good underdog bet. Compared to some of the monstrous yokai that have stood opposite her in the ring, Andy looks decidedly ordinary. A woman who is neither particularly tall or strong. Nothing to betray the centuries she's spent mastering different ways of using her body to cause others pain. Except maybe that certain look in her eye. Something sharp. Something a little mean.

On one of the nights that she fights, she might find herself facing off against another Lost Soul in her next match. Or maybe afterward, with her left arm hanging loosely from its socket, she might be looking for someone to lend her hand — hopefully someone who isn't too squeamish to shove a shoulder back in. Otherwise, after the fighting is done, she makes a habit of smoking a cigarette right outside the arena, usually more interested in indulging that bad habit than patching herself up. ]

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C'mon, ya really think that's gonna scare off a guy like me?

[ It's not. He's not going to drop her again, her attentions actually make him hug her a little close. They're so close, yet he almost seems hesitant to break the tension and just kiss her already. ]

[ She hasn't broken the tension yet either. But it's not hesitation — not the same way. It's almost as if she's doing it on purpose, drawing out that moment of uncertainty just to tease. ]

Guess not. [ Wryly, as she eyes him: ] If you were easy to scare off, you wouldn't be interested in me anyway.

[ With her hands in his hair, it's easy to urge his head in the direction she wants. Her fingers tug in the strands as she leans in to finally close that small distance between their mouths with a kiss that's just like her — rough and unyielding, with just a hint of teeth. She takes that kiss like it belongs to her already, still tasting faintly like sake. ]

[ He was expecting it and yet it still manages to catch him off guard. A low noise comes in return as he yields to her kiss. There's still aggression in his submission, nipping at her lip when he draws back. ]

Oi, wait 'til we're on th' ground...

[ A playful admonishment because he goes right in for another kiss. ]

[ She's never been very good at being told to wait. That's probably not very becoming of a centuries-old immortal — but she lives by her impulses half the time, and she wants to kiss him, so if he doesn't plan to stop her, then she won't very well stop her own damn self. ]

Or what? [ She challenges between kisses. ] You're not going to drop me now. [ Her smirk is sly, almost a little smug. He can probably feel the upward curve of her mouth as she presses it against his a second time, then a third. Hungry, and always with a hint of teeth, just enough to sting. ] Think we'll even make it back to my place at this rate?

[ Like hell someone as impulsive and pleasure-driven as Izō is really going to tell her to stop. ]

What, ya wanna fuck on a rooftop or somethin' instead?

[ He's not opposed, but it's not meant to be a serious suggestion. Her kisses hit the right buttons, driving him to distraction. Pleasure sharpened by just a hint of pain -- ideal, really. ]

Promise I won't jus' leave ya there when we're done.

Maybe I do.

[ Honestly, she doesn't even know how serious she is or isn't when she answers back. Maybe it's beside the point. She's reckless when it comes to her wanting, and it won't make much difference to her either way. Not like she's ever been picky when it comes to the details. She'll take any relatively flat surface, if it means she gets to scratch that itch. ]

Maybe that's what I'm into. [ She's got a mean smile, this woman. Mean, but full of promises. ] Or maybe I don't give a damn where we fuck.

[ A debate rages on in his head. Flight is tiring especially with a second person, so he can't stay up here indefinitely. Fucking her sooner rather than later sounds like a very enticing idea. He has no patience for delayed gratification...

So the choice is made. ]

Makes two of us, then.

[ He spots a close rooftop and goes in for a landing. It's nothing more than bare concrete, no access from the building to the roof aside from the fire escape on the side. Ideal for people going here to fuck, really.

Izō sets her down, but does nothing to distance himself. He keeps his hands on her and leans in to kiss her again. ]

[ Takes her but a second to get her feet solid underneath her before her hands are on him again, catching him by the clothes. There’s no pretense with her - she isn’t shy, and she doesn’t slow down. Her hands are both deft and forceful when she tugs him in by the waistband before working one of them inside, blindly feeling out his dick to wrap her fingers around it. Her grip is just like her - a little mean, a little too rough.

It’s a promise that sounds halfway like a threat when she murmurs into his mouth: ]

I’m going to ride you so hard you’ll feel it for a fucking week.

[ Fuck. Yes, he'd agreed to this and yes, on some level he expected this kind of treatment, it's just different when it's actually happening. He bucks his hips into her hand. ]

Don't threaten me with a good time.

[ He likes it. As much as he tries to pretend he's dominant in every way, he really likes it when someone makes him submit, when someone uses him for their pleasure.

Izō tugs her down as he lowers himself to the ground. They both know what they want, why waste time? ]

[ Maybe she'd meant it, when she said that being dropped from a height that could have killed her was as good as foreplay — because she doesn't bother with much more of it now. She lets him pull her to the ground, sinking down on top with her thighs open on either side of him as she makes quick work of her own clothes. Takes all of a minute and change for her to undress, barely kept modest by the wild tumble of her black hair over her shoulders — but she doesn't seem at all vulnerable for her nakedness. Somehow, she's a little more dangerous this way, looking down at him with dark eyes and a sly smile.

She reaches for one of his hands, drawing it towards her and bowing her head to spit into his palm with a soft, wet sound. Then she urges that hand between her legs. ]

I won't go easy on you, hitokiri.

[ Hearing that title said like that sends a shiver up his spine. God, that's hot. Why hasn't anyone said that to him before?? Izō makes a pleased noise, face flushed darkly. That confidence is still there, though it's hard to take him seriously when he's blushing like a schoolgirl. ]

I'm countin' on that.

[ He wastes no time in finding her clit with his saliva-slicked fingers. His touch is rough like everything else, but not so rough as to be unpleasant. He's not trying to impress her with his skill, he's just interested in getting her worked up. ]

[ It's impossible not to notice the way his face flushes with color. That's like blood in the water with her — something to sink her teeth into. Her smile cuts across her face. Her amusement is sharp-edged, and it lingers in the shape of her mouth even when her lips part on a thready exhale as his hand finds its way between her legs. ]

Is that what you like? [ Her musing comes in a low murmur. ] You want me to fucking use you?

[ She must not be too opposed to the idea herself, because she's already rocking back against his hand, the motion of her hips demanding even though the roughness of his fingers already has her clit stiff and eager. Doesn't take much skill to get her wet — Andy's easy enough with these things. But she's a little cruel when she plays, and she intentionally waits until he opens his mouth to answer her before giving his cock a mean squeeze through his clothes. ]

Ye--aah, fuckin' hell!

[ She did that on purpose, but he can't even be mad about it. He's hard as hell and that treatment is exactly what he wants. For someone who hates to be disrespected, he sure loves it in bed. Being used for someone else's pleasure is the ideal. It gets him off better than almost anything. ]

...C'mon. Don't jus' fuckin' tease me.

[ Translation: make him beg for it. ]

[ That mean smile grows by an inch at that startled curse. She doesn't even try to hide her amusement, letting it slip into her wryness when she quips back mildly: ]

Don't just fucking tease you? [ There's a knowing look in her eye. Her fingers wrap around his wrist, dragging his hand from between her legs and pinning it above his head as she leans in closer. A meaningful glance down between their bodies, then she looks back up at him again, pointedly mocking: ] I think your dick begs to differ.

[ She gives his wrist a little squeeze as she settles more fully into his lap, thighs opening wider, knees digging in so that she can get the leverage she needs to grind up against him through his clothes. ]

[ Fuck. He should've stripped at least a little bit. The pressure is maddening. He squirms in her grip, pressing his hips up to get as much sensation as he can from her grinding. ]

Sh-shut up... [ Toothless, a fussy expression at the utter loss of control. ] Jus' fuck me already!

[ Because he can't handle being teased like this. Coming in his pants would be an utter embarrassment he'd never recover from. ]

[ She lets him squirm a little just for fun before tightening her grip on him, her fingers closing around his wrist hard enough to border on bruising. ]

Ask me nicely.

[ It comes out of her mouth sounding like a suggestion, but they both probably know that it’s not. If he doesn’t feel like saying please yet, she can keep this up all night. This parody of fucking, with the barrier of his clothes still between them even as she ruts against him, that cruel cunt of hers now wet enough to be felt through the fabric. ]

[ He fights her grip even though he has no hope of escaping with their positions the way they are. Fighting just comes naturally to him, but the need to fight gives way to his need to get fucked senseless.

After a few more moments, he gives up and looks away from her, his face flushed deep red. ]

...Please fuck me.

[ She leans down closer to him, black hair slipping over her shoulder as she bows her head to kiss him, licking the word please right out of his mouth. Her voice comes low and heated, those dark eyes pinning him under the weight of her singular attention when she speaks: ]

Please fuck you? [ There’s a hint of that mean smile again. ] Please fuck you how.

[ Oh, come on!! He said please, wasn't that enough?! Obviously no, it isn't. Izō looks fussier than ever, his face so red he might explode. ]

Hard. Please fuck me hard. As hard as ya want...Use me.

[ There. Debasing himself in the name of pleasure. ]

[ She can be cruel, but not so cruel that she won’t reward obedience. Her hand gives his wrist a brief squeeze before letting go to wander down lower, grazing her knuckles against bare skin as her fingers catch on his waistband, tugging it down just enough to free his cock. Her eyes trail down after her hand, her head tilting like she’s considering whether his dick will serve her purposes. ]

Look how fucking hard you are. [ She taunts as she wraps her hand around him, giving him one or two lazy strokes. ] Just from a little begging.

[ More pathetic is how he bucks into her touch almost immediately. Yes, ma'am, please treat him like garbage, he's really into it to an embarrassing degree. ]

S-Shut up...C'mon, I played nice, didn't I? Jus' lemme fuck ya already.

[ He's getting more desperate and more pathetic in equal measure. ]

[ Her touch is too casual to offer any satisfying friction — only enough to frustrate. ]

Really? You think I'll let you get away with that when I know you can fucking say please?

[ She seems entertained though. Bitch is just having a grand old time. No force in heaven or hell can rush her before she's good at ready — but maybe she feels a little sympathy for him, because she finally moves to straddle his lap, her grip holding his dick steady as she eases him up against the wet heat of her cunt. Not quite inside though — no, that'd be too fucking easy. Instead, she drags the head between her clit and her entrance, rubbing it back and forth without giving him anything more. ]

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