[Her lip burns as though it has been seared clean through by a smoldering rod. She swears she smells smoke— something similar to it, like the musk of one's unique scent and alcohol burning beneath it, chemical and sharp. She inhales it deeply as the mad woman giggles and writhe beneath her and it briefly brings her back to her senses— very, very briefly. What a mess! She curses to herself, her half-moon eyes narrowing once more as claws begin to rake across her skin.
She cannot allow this to continue— she's already screwed up beyond hope, beyond her own control—
Those clawed hands pull her down— a brief memory of the hari onna flashes in the span of a second in her mind, long fingers and dark splayed out hair—
Except this face isn't haggard. It's gentle, beautiful, and tinted red at the edges. It bares white fangs and pins a stare so maddened she almost wants to look away.
"I never would have imagined ... you had something like this in you."
Her bloodied lips pull back as she begins to sneer— don't think you know me, you don't know. You don't know anything!
You don't—
Their lips meet.
A broken groan rips from her throat and the way she jerks her head to the side after says it all— this is different. It's different, and slowly all thought burns away once again. She pushes that bleeding lip against the oni's, parts their mouths and breathes in. Unlike the first time she doesn't shove her tongue forward but instead sweeps it between those lips— bold and inviting. As they move she reaches for those pale wrists and swiftly pins them to the floor, another sound easing out of her throat as she does.
She kisses her— messily, angrily, with her brow pulled down and her breath quivering with each press. Her thumbs dig into Shuten's pulse points.]
Enough... enough...
[Those panted words come strangely rough in her voice, as though a vengeful spirit had briefly taken over and was speaking through her.]
Drink me to my last drop...?
[They kiss even as she speaks and she punctuates the last word with a bite of the oni's lip before she whispers.]
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She cannot allow this to continue— she's already screwed up beyond hope, beyond her own control—
Those clawed hands pull her down— a brief memory of the hari onna flashes in the span of a second in her mind, long fingers and dark splayed out hair—
Except this face isn't haggard. It's gentle, beautiful, and tinted red at the edges. It bares white fangs and pins a stare so maddened she almost wants to look away.
"I never would have imagined ... you had something like this in you."
Her bloodied lips pull back as she begins to sneer— don't think you know me, you don't know. You don't know anything!
You don't—
Their lips meet.
A broken groan rips from her throat and the way she jerks her head to the side after says it all— this is different. It's different, and slowly all thought burns away once again. She pushes that bleeding lip against the oni's, parts their mouths and breathes in. Unlike the first time she doesn't shove her tongue forward but instead sweeps it between those lips— bold and inviting. As they move she reaches for those pale wrists and swiftly pins them to the floor, another sound easing out of her throat as she does.
She kisses her— messily, angrily, with her brow pulled down and her breath quivering with each press. Her thumbs dig into Shuten's pulse points.]
Enough... enough...
[Those panted words come strangely rough in her voice, as though a vengeful spirit had briefly taken over and was speaking through her.]
Drink me to my last drop...?
[They kiss even as she speaks and she punctuates the last word with a bite of the oni's lip before she whispers.]
What... an incredibly selfish woman you are.
Shuten-san!