an explosion of hot blood, fresher than the stale and paltry red-brown falling from the sky outside, graces her lips like blessed wine — divinely real in the midst of an evening of illusions and shadows. it's the taste of a human, living, heaving rage sweetening its flavor as they entwine together, as fangs and nails sink into each other's skin like the embrace of two lovers desperate not to let go.
it dizzies her. the pain sinking into her from all angles, burning her mouth like a breath of fire. it's intoxicating, truly, unlike the act of inebriation she typically plays with, and shuten dislodges from that plush, gushing lip the instant it becomes nearly too much — and as the bite of nails in her shoulder delights her to a gasp.
she refuses to let go of this, of shinobu, even as the balance of their bodies shift and they both come crashing down.
the clattering of the carved masks against the wall are bamboo windchimes in a storm, crashing to the shelves and to the floor around them as the delicate shop rattles in their wake. shuten's winded moan pierces through the air, dashing around like the woodash dust scattered about the room. ]
—Oh!!
[ she writhes — spine lifting from the floor as her half-pained, half-electrified groans crawl through her, as the collision of her body against the demon slayer's brings her to true life once again.
she doesn't let go. she refuses to, heels still buried against the small of the other woman's back.
"is ... that it?"
that smile of hers — dreamy, manic, drunk beyond all reason — returns brighter than ever. ]
Ahah — ahahaha...! "Is that it"...? How cruel, when you're ssso much.
[ these words, she purrs low and rumbling, laced in a groan as her claws climb up the column of shinobu's neck, tracing damp wisps of hair until her palms finally grasp around the girl's face, pulling her kiss-close again. ]
You tell me, sweetie. I never would have imagined ... you had something like this in you.
[ suddenly, her voice strikes a singing, lilting pitch, the sultry and impassioned voice of a woman with another between her legs. her thighs squeeze down, her hips buck — she drives shinobu into her. ]
It burns so bad...! Ugh. More. Don't stop. I want to drink you down — to your last drop—
[ hot tongue to bloody, bloody lips, shuten brings their mouths together again. ]
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an explosion of hot blood, fresher than the stale and paltry red-brown falling from the sky outside, graces her lips like blessed wine — divinely real in the midst of an evening of illusions and shadows. it's the taste of a human, living, heaving rage sweetening its flavor as they entwine together, as fangs and nails sink into each other's skin like the embrace of two lovers desperate not to let go.
it dizzies her. the pain sinking into her from all angles, burning her mouth like a breath of fire. it's intoxicating, truly, unlike the act of inebriation she typically plays with, and shuten dislodges from that plush, gushing lip the instant it becomes nearly too much — and as the bite of nails in her shoulder delights her to a gasp.
she refuses to let go of this, of shinobu, even as the balance of their bodies shift and they both come crashing down.
the clattering of the carved masks against the wall are bamboo windchimes in a storm, crashing to the shelves and to the floor around them as the delicate shop rattles in their wake. shuten's winded moan pierces through the air, dashing around like the woodash dust scattered about the room. ]
—Oh!!
[ she writhes — spine lifting from the floor as her half-pained, half-electrified groans crawl through her, as the collision of her body against the demon slayer's brings her to true life once again.
she doesn't let go. she refuses to, heels still buried against the small of the other woman's back.
"is ... that it?"
that smile of hers — dreamy, manic, drunk beyond all reason — returns brighter than ever. ]
Ahah — ahahaha...! "Is that it"...? How cruel, when you're ssso much.
[ these words, she purrs low and rumbling, laced in a groan as her claws climb up the column of shinobu's neck, tracing damp wisps of hair until her palms finally grasp around the girl's face, pulling her kiss-close again. ]
You tell me, sweetie. I never would have imagined ... you had something like this in you.
[ suddenly, her voice strikes a singing, lilting pitch, the sultry and impassioned voice of a woman with another between her legs. her thighs squeeze down, her hips buck — she drives shinobu into her. ]
It burns so bad...! Ugh. More. Don't stop. I want to drink you down — to your last drop—
[ hot tongue to bloody, bloody lips, shuten brings their mouths together again. ]