the echo of that honorific nearly leaves her lips then, in an attempt to mimic the sharp irony of it, the dripping sarcasm in its politeness, and in the distance it erects between them, breathed against her skin when they cannot separate.
it's almost as cute as the threat that follows it, the promise of violence and victory over the one who was known as the oni king. the sweetness of that voice tickles her, literally and figuratively; from here, shuten can feel the shape of this woman — soft, small, the tension of muscle flexing underneath her grasp and the pounding of her heart against hers.
it feels good — these sparks are her reason, the ever-present motivation of her existence. here, as a servant — she lives for this, the heat and electricity between two bodies, and she couldn't have asked for a better pick-me-up. ]
Fu, fufufu, fufufufu...!
[ her laughter comes bubbling, static tickling it all the way up as she breathes against the girl's neck. nowhere else for it to go. fangs gleam as though she means to sink into that neck again, to taste that poison-sweetness again like divine sake. ]
Even though you know the truth of my name, now ... even though I could whittle you down ... [ the breeze of her breath wisps against the thin strands of gradient hair against her nape ] ... if I felt any more myself .... You're still saying those things?
[ greed like an elixir swirls in her eyes. ahhhh, she wants to have more fun with this one ... wants to wrap her legs around her and dare the other woman to buck. the ends of her nails dig into that white leather of her belt, leaving trails of smudged and drying blood along its pearl-white color, the shell hue of her wrist. ]
And yet I get the feeling you mean every word. ... I love types like you. The heat in your body and the hunger in your eyes is ssso honest... You want to run through me in more ways than one ... don't you?
[ as her voice coils further and further into itself, brushing against the hot and damp space at the demon slayer's ear, shuten crushes her closer, the black material of that uniform nearly burning against her skin. her lips trail the soft line of the girl's jaw until she's found the center of that throat, the site she's already sunk her teeth into once before.
slowly, she opens her mouth against it, scraping her fangs against the peek of skin there.
—and pulls away. ]
Ahhhh, you're getting me all riled up...! But I guess ... now isn't the time.
[ gently, shuten begins to unwind herself from shinobu. ]
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the echo of that honorific nearly leaves her lips then, in an attempt to mimic the sharp irony of it, the dripping sarcasm in its politeness, and in the distance it erects between them, breathed against her skin when they cannot separate.
it's almost as cute as the threat that follows it, the promise of violence and victory over the one who was known as the oni king. the sweetness of that voice tickles her, literally and figuratively; from here, shuten can feel the shape of this woman — soft, small, the tension of muscle flexing underneath her grasp and the pounding of her heart against hers.
it feels good — these sparks are her reason, the ever-present motivation of her existence. here, as a servant — she lives for this, the heat and electricity between two bodies, and she couldn't have asked for a better pick-me-up. ]
Fu, fufufu, fufufufu...!
[ her laughter comes bubbling, static tickling it all the way up as she breathes against the girl's neck. nowhere else for it to go. fangs gleam as though she means to sink into that neck again, to taste that poison-sweetness again like divine sake. ]
Even though you know the truth of my name, now ... even though I could whittle you down ... [ the breeze of her breath wisps against the thin strands of gradient hair against her nape ] ... if I felt any more myself .... You're still saying those things?
[ greed like an elixir swirls in her eyes. ahhhh, she wants to have more fun with this one ... wants to wrap her legs around her and dare the other woman to buck. the ends of her nails dig into that white leather of her belt, leaving trails of smudged and drying blood along its pearl-white color, the shell hue of her wrist. ]
And yet I get the feeling you mean every word. ... I love types like you. The heat in your body and the hunger in your eyes is ssso honest... You want to run through me in more ways than one ... don't you?
[ as her voice coils further and further into itself, brushing against the hot and damp space at the demon slayer's ear, shuten crushes her closer, the black material of that uniform nearly burning against her skin. her lips trail the soft line of the girl's jaw until she's found the center of that throat, the site she's already sunk her teeth into once before.
slowly, she opens her mouth against it, scraping her fangs against the peek of skin there.
—and pulls away. ]
Ahhhh, you're getting me all riled up...! But I guess ... now isn't the time.
[ gently, shuten begins to unwind herself from shinobu. ]
Right?