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nobody's gonna break it up (Open)

Who Tenshi and YOU!
What General July Shenanigans, Substories and Plot-stuff
When July!
Where All around
Content Warnings CW Stardust/Magic Drug induced Rough Sex (Ibaraki thread), mild injuries, nudity, might be some weapon play

1) Time-Consumption (Sub-Story)
Tenshi was staring down at this really pretty watch that she'd picked up out of a dumpster. No, she wasn't dumpster diving. Don't judge her! Look, she was just tossing something and saw it in there. Never you mind the unlucky snot who was still in the dumpster. They were still breathing. Probably. Hopefully. It wasn't her fault and it wasn't her problem either.

She wiped the grime off of it and stared for a minute. "Damn. This looks valuable. What the hell was this doing in there?" She frowned.

(OOC: Only request - its disappearance does not lead to permanent/fatal harm to either character. Plenty of other hilarious awfulness before she inevitably loses it.)

2) Cursed Corners
The cackling was getting on her nerves. She raised her hand up and shook her fist at the lipstick wearing hag on the roof. "Get down here you witch! What do you think you're doing?" Of course, her shrieking had absolutely nothing to do with the fact that there was a blue haired punk with a crowbar that she was currently fending off with her bokken, just barely. It was a hallucination. She knew it was a hallucination, but that did not change the fact that she really didn't like this girl.

"I'd like to see you handle a kappa!" That got a few laughs from the onlookers.

3) Mr Libido (Sub-Story)
She groaned. "I thought I was supposed to have gotten a promotion," she muttered as she finished a slice of peach before pocketing the pit in a small bag out of respect. She wiped her hands and looked over at the nearest contracted agent, regardless of their faction and folded her arms. "Whaaaatever. So we have to go deal with a pervert. Like it or not, that's the job. You in, I assume?"

She reached for her sword, paused and left it there, going over to grab a wooden bokken and prop it up on her shoulder. "No killing. He's just a damned pervert. Let's just hope he's not a masochist if we have to beat the snot out of him."

4) It's In the Stars... (Plot-Related)
Finding stardust was the order of the day, and so she had a bag out and was rifling along the river beds and the less likely to be poured over, hunting for the little crystals. She let out a crooning sound of delight when she found one, grabbing it and blinking as she felt a sort of warm sensation when she picked it up, staring at it for a moment. "That's funny."

Oh, did she hear someone? She turned her head to regard whoever had just happened by, popping the crystal into her bag and checking to see if she knew them from the faction. Better safe than sorry. She intended to get these back to them, not just hand them over to someone else... "Here to help?" she said, eyebrow raised but a smile on her face.

5) It's In the Stars.... Fight Club Flavored (Plot-Related)
Tenshi had moderate success with getting the stardust crystals, perhaps more because she was just sort of obsessed with finding them in her spare time. She wanted to impress her masters enough that they gave her some more leeway, or perhaps something actually useful to her. So, she was trying to put in an effort. The side effect, however, was that she was carrying enough of a supply that there was beginning to be an effect, and perhaps not an entirely positive one.

Having closed her satchel and properly secured it, her eyes were starting to dilate and she felt her hand twitching at the side, running over the wooden sword at her side. She caught sight of someone who looked promising and pointed at them. "Hey, you! Yeah, you!" she shouted, grinning with a look on her face that could only be described as lightly ecstatic. "You look good for a fight, whattaya say?" Seriously, someone needed to remind her that she wasn't in Shuten. "Come on. Off the streets. Don't want those Emma guys getting uppity." Yeah, she would have said that even if they were in Emma.

(OOC: Tenshi, in canon, gets the biggest kick out of having adventures and getting into fights, proving herself, so ... yep. She's feeling the urge for a tussle in good fun. Again, no permanent harm. She has the sense to break out the wooden sword for this after all.)

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Anything is possible, as always. If you want adult content material, there's opportunities within the "Stardust" prompt, but please run it by me first.

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It was hitting now. And the moment she saw those little motes of fire on the edge of Ibaraki's hair, her eyes lit up and she flashed her a toothy, pearly white grin. Nope, she didn't think those were tricks of the light, but she'd expected power. This was normal. "Savory, eh? I'll have you know I'm a spicy dish!" She took the invitation, starting to run forward, both hands going to the hilt of her sword.

What changed, however, was that she didn't yank the edge out of the rock. She angled it and twisted, causing the flat to grip and the rock to groan. There was a faint odor of peaches in the air for a moment and then the stone shattered. Water rushed into the gap as a large chunk of rock yanked off on the tip of the blade, turning it almost into a makeshift hammer.

She was rushing up, bringing the sword up in a forward arc, that hunk of asphalt whipping up and going right for Ibaraki's face. "Good! No matter how many times you come, I won't lose!"

Ah- here she comes. And, what the heck was that!? Forget the scent of peaches that made her mouth water. She quickly backpeddals out of the way, a few sparks left in her wake as the ends of her hair began to curl up and change into that of brilliant fire. Showing her nature as a being of fire. The smell of soot filled the air while steam was left in place of where her feet had been.

She's hot in more ways than one!

"Hah! As if your little rock tricks will win the day for you!" She grinned, a euphoric rush pulsing inside of her, nostrils flaring and cheeks flushing as her heart began to pound harder and faster. What was this feeling!?

"My strength isn't a trick!" she declared loudly, her eyes a fierce, blazing pair. There weren't motes of power showing as she moved, but she was definitely faster and stronger than anyone her size had any business being. She could see the trails of fire from where the oni moved. It was like watching Mokou from a distance when the immortal got pissed off. The charnel smell in the air was oh so familiar in its own way.

On the one hand, any sense that she should maybe reconsider this was gone. Her pupils were dilated and her pulse was rushing. This was what she needed. The first motes of flame felt like she was dodging between danmaku all over again. Only, it felt better than fighting Suika somehow, and she wanted more. When her makeshift hammer missed, she brought the thing right back down, sweeping it and adding force to pick up momentum. There was a crack, a quick groan and a few sparks went off as the asphalt came whipping off of the sword, a projectile aimed right for the being of fire just before Tenshi hopped to the side, keeping her blade level and pressing the attack.

One thing about Tenshi. She definitely wasn't the retreating type. "That's it! Show me what you've got, oni! You think you're hot stuff? I'm going to knock you into that creek and cool you off!"

Soon enough, the ends of the oni's hair turned into jets of flame. Or rather pseudo-wings made out of pure fire. Blazing in an incredible heat that seemed to grow with each passing second. Raging uncontrollably, unpredictably around her just as the feeling of elation forced themselves into her veins and hot blood. Another step to the side, if she still had her strength and durability, she might have batted the projectile away. As things are, however, she didn't risk it.

Instead, she turns her head towards where she saw Tenshi moving towards. Taking in a deep, deep breath, Ibaraki let her have it. A jet of flame, scorching and melting the asphalt beneath it pressing towards the celestial.

The oni's cheeks were flushed bright, and smoke seemed to naturally push itself off of her skin as she let out the stream of flames. The heat in her belly didn't dissipate, however. She still wanted ever more. "Kuhaha...! I'll show you hot~!"

Fuck! Ok, that was serious fire. This was all too like trying to fight Mokou for real, the blast of fire having raged outwards an incinerating part of the disused area. They were damned lucky nobody used this place, though someone was bound to wonder what the fuck happened here later. It wasn't on her list of things to worry about, though, as she rolled hard to dodge her way out from the blast. She managed to avoid the sear of molten rock reshaping itself into a bubbled, warped state, but the flames caught along the edges of her dress.

When she came to a kneeling stance, she had to roll again to get the flames off, coming to her feet and lunging in. "Hey, are you trying to burn my clothes off me?!?" she snarled, though the way her lips moved, she was sneering right back at her. "Here you keep showing me all this firepower, and I thought Oni prided themselves on their strength!" it was a goad as she beckoned with her hand, trying to get in closer. She was smart enough to know that she couldn't test her prowess if she couldn't be in melee range, after all. While she stalked in, blade at a middle guard, the singed and ruined fabric along her right leg flapped in a frayed way, giving her outfit almost a split dress kind of look.

She was advancing much more cautiously though the adrenaline was pounding by now. This was a serious fight at this point, but she was taking it with the gauge of a seasoned fighter. Of course, as she watched the oni, she had to privately admit that the way the flames formed in her hair, along those claws, it gave her quite a ... Her cheeks were heating up a little scarlet though she kept her focus on the fight.

STOP THINKING THAT, BRAIN! seriously, what was wrong with her? It never even dawned on her that the stardust might be to blame. Who even ate a crystal of the stuff?

All fire is serious fire, and oni are always serious about competition! Gwahahaha!

Her lips pull back into a grin showing off rows of wicked sharp, fanged teeth. Using the moment to rush towards Tenshi, breathing hot and heavy as she rushed through the molten ground without a care and equally without harm. Fire wrapped itself around her club. Making the metal grow bright and hot with in her strong, crimson hands. Hands meant for tearing, grinding, and ripping asunder... among other things. Dangerous and capable of claiming what they want and not letting go.

Tiger-like eyes flashed over Tenshi's ruined dress, towards her legs. A flash of want crossed her mind. "Kuhaha, my strength would turn your bones into jelly!"

And then those legs of hers wouldn't be able to run from her.... Ibaraki breathed harder, predatory. She knows what was doing this, she didn't like it. But at the same time she very much does.

When the flames wreathed around the club, most would have pulled back, avoided the danger of it melting through the metal of their own blade. Tenshi didn't stop. The burnished, almost flaming gold of her blade's edge licked with flame when she met Ibaraki's assault, collecting and... did not give at first. The ground gave, buckling under her feet. Asphalt was cracking and air screamed as it rushed away from the two of them, but she held her ground.

With a push, she twisted the club to the side, turning to send it just to the side of her. Her elbow came up and sent for the midriff before she hopped back, bringing the weapon back up and panting as she did so. Eyes narrowed, she felt her whole body like it was a live wire while staying on the offensive. Singed fabric edged along her sleeves and she brought her knee up, ignoring the blazing heat all around her. She could take it, as long as it wasn't full force right in her face.

"Not jelly, oni!" she declared even if she knew she wasn't as strong as the other physically. Still, she was able to keep up and respond. And, this time, she had her head right up, almost in Ibaraki's face. One whip back and she aimed to headbutt her, because that seemed like the smartest play. Ring her bell, and ignore the voice in her head saying 'just tilt your angle a little and you can...'

The elbow connected as she hardened her abs against the blow. Growling she kept up her own moment like a wildfire. Ibaraki figured that she has the physical and power advantage here, at least in what little she was able to think at the moment. Her ears rang and eyes focused on Tenshi.

The movements of her feet, her hips, chest, lips....

Ibaraki licked her own, a hand flashing out to grab that offending knee. The other dropped her club and pushed itself out snag Tenshi's throat as she moved to headbutt her. The temperature of Ibaraki's skin scalding hot, her veins bulging out. Large and pulsing with life and heat. "Kuku... this is the end~!"

"L...ike hell it is!" Flames burst all along the collar of her outfit as she hissed in pain. She was enduring it a hell of a lot better than a human should have. Her top was singing off of her right then. She felt claws gripping her leg at the knee and at her throat, clenching and keeping her from ringing that bell again. One hand punched at her with the pommel of her sword, hitting hard against the midriff even as the abs were hardened. Tenshi hit like a freight train, enough to send ripples of force through the other even if she was enduring.

But in this position she could feel their balance and weight shifting She grabbed onto one of the oni's horns and tried to fling herself backwards and down. If they were going to get into it like this, she was going to drag her down to the ground. And in that moment?

Ok, she wasn't thinking. This was a really dumb tactic. It wasn't going to work. It was probably the stupidest thing withe feeling of redenning forming on her skin and the savage heat getting everywhere, threatening to singe her clothes, but she had to distract Ibaraki somehow, and the only thing that came to her was to yank on the horn, to tilt the head one direction and jam her lips into an attempted kiss! It was a sloppy, unwieldy thing if she could get past the claw holding her throat just enough, but that'd make the oni let go of her!

Right?

That pommel was going to bruise, and her grip tightened as a gasp escaped Ibaraki's lips. There's a reason why Tsuna went for her arm, after all. She does snarl as her horn was grabbed onto, her proud horn that she enjoyed flaunting as her way of showing her status as an oni. That's obviously a no go!

In the moment she misses that movement towards her lips until they were mashed together. What the heck? WHAT THE HECK!? The oni isn't certain what to make of this turn of events right away. Rather than let go she actually kind of stumbles back.

"Ah-"

Ah... her cheeks start to flush but she doesn't stop it...

The Oni hadn't let go, instead stumbling back and taking a much lighter Tenshi with her. The grip on her horn eased significantly and fingers rested instead on the side of her face as Tenshi found the kiss continuing for just a second or two longer than she'd expected. She moved her lips almost on auto-pilot, letting the hand slide down, fingers dragging over the side of Ibaraki before they found her sword. She tugged it into her free hand and jammed it into its scabbard with a click before she broke the kiss to breathe.

"Ngh... turn down your damned flames a little," she muttered, lips moving, hovering inches from the other's. Her top fell in tatters from the scorch marks and she was grabbing onto her shoulder. She looked like she was somewhere between wanting to knee Ibaraki and trying to kiss her again. The reason for her request became obvious when her hand started to reach over the other's shoulder, dangerously close to those flickering flames behind her head. She attempted a leg sweep that might bring the oni down with her, but with her current balance? There were healthy odds she'd not be the one on top with that move.

Edited (good lord, I caught that repetition there and... I swear I'm a better writer than that. Jeeze.) 2022-07-21 20:05 (UTC)

Under any other mindset Ibaraki would probably sputter and act cute. Calling the other person a fool, pervert, and so on. But right now? Well right now she wasn't quite in the right mindset. She doesn't turn down the flames at all, still allowing them to singe and scorch the other girl's clothes. "Tch, I don't think you have a right to complain."

She muttered before letting go of Tenshi's knee, only to move for a jab at her abdomen in return. "That's for the stupid sword."

Unfortunately that also means that she doesn't quite catch the attempt at a leg sweep as she steps into her own blow. Stumbling, Ibaraki flails, letting go of the offending throat and falling forward! Right on top of the silly celestial... "O-Oi!"

Tenshi went down hard. There were hisses when her hand grabbed hold of the shoulder. She could feel the heat washing over her hands, the oni falling on top of her and that fire getting everywhere. She could practically feel her bra flaking away from her chest, the fabric charring and then snapping to reveal her breasts in the process. She felt one of her hands in the middle of blistering pain as it ran through the follicles that glowed like an angry sun, grazing an ear and then brushing along the side of the horn just to get away. She plunged the hand into the water with a hiss. Yeah, there were going to be some first degree burns when this was done. She was damned lucky she was celestial or it would have been a lot worse.

"Got off me you oaf!" she growled, though the wince from the blow was followed by her trying to wrestle, feeling one leg entwined between Ibaraki's, the thigh coming up dangerously close to another heat. She grabbed for a clawed wrist, trying to yank it behind the other's back, even though right there and then she was in a dangerous position and not really able to fight back completely as she cooled her hand.

In that moment, her mind went to the one thing that had seemingly stopped the oni in her tracks. Her lips went in again, this time grazing against Ibaraki's neck as her thigh rubbed up and between her legs, hooking one. The first pressure she felt, and she realized something deep down. Oh fuck, what the hell was she doing? She was half naked, pinned under an oni and this was definitely... definitely... And she bit the oni at the base of her neck. Yeah, she was starting to realize exactly what she was doing. The question was, was Ibaraki doing it too?

A clawed hand landed on a now exposed breast; this is not what she was expecting at all! This is supposed to be a fight, a fight! Not... whatever this is. A few experimental squeezes sent another sensation through her, from her palm to the rest of Ibaraki's body.

It was nice and elating....

A knee pressed itself between Tenshi's legs, against her crotch. Still beyond hot and warm. Rubbing into it unconsciously, naturally wanting to feel more. Those feelings were tossed to the side the moment when the other girl pressed up against her neck and bit her! Oh- oh heck to the no! If this perverted Celestial wanted to fight like this then...!

Ibaraki hissed and pulled her neck away for a moment. Fingers moving to curl around Tenshi's hair to pull her away. With a wordless growly she leans down to graze sharp fangs against her neck in turn. Pointed teeth pressing against and grazing her artery; lightly nipping and sucking on the area. The hand on her breasts and leg between her legs moving much more roughly. "...Pervert...!"

Pervert? PERVERT?!? Look who was talking? Her claw was squeezing Tenshi's bare breast and it produced a moan out of her that sent shivers down her spine. Her eyes rolled back and she felt her body betraying her, hips grinding into the touch of the knee between her legs, her nipples hardening. Everything was getting more sensitive.

Then, just as she'd been about to shout something, Tenshi froze. Her eyes went wide. The hairs on her scalp were aching and she wasn't moving an inch. Where the lips brushed against skin, the oni would get the familiar sensation of an artery pounding mercilessly, the heart behind it pumping in desperation as adrenaline poured through. It was hard enough that this close she might almost hear it. The lightest graze, a thin, tiny droplet of crimson touched Ibaraki's tongue and Tenshi's lips quivered, stammered. "...Yield... you win."

Another breath and she looked like she wanted to swallow. The hand at the Oni's hip was gripping hard. "R...Remember our deal... I...I'm not d...dinner," she breathed out. "B...But you can take whatever you want. You win. Do it." Of course, by taking it, it was practically like she had just intimated that she thought Ibaraki wanted it too.

A low moan sounds from her as the taste of blood touches her tongue. Mixing together with the touch of the body beneath her. She could feel her own excitement growing, a wetness between her legs alongside an itch. Each and everything amplified by further excitement from the dust and Tenshi's breathing. Letting go of her hair, she leaned back and away with one, last nip for good measure. Another mark on her.

Her reply comes in the form of a line of kisses leading down Tenshi's collarbone, a few sharp nips here and there before stopping at those breasts. "Then... I'll be taking you."

Spoken in a sing-song voice as she wrapped her lips around that hardened nipple. Running a hot, wet tongue over the nub. Suckling on it, lightly biting it as gently as she could manage and as able as she was to hold herself back. A clawed hand pressed itself down between Tenshi's legs, the pads of her fingers reaching to press and rub against the Celestial's clit eagerly. Pressing against it in quick circles and a light touch. The sharp nails on her hand occasionally pressing against her sensitive lips. A reminder of how sharp they are. She doesn't press them in, however, and doesn't push things further.

This one isn't Shuten, after all. She did admit defeat, but she isn't one of those mewling captives from days long gone either. "...Annoying."

It was hard to hold back.

"F...u..." She bit her hand to hide the comment when the lips found her breasts. She expected the bites, the thin marks all over her chest. Her back arched and she pushed one of her breasts up and into the kiss while her hips ground into the touch of the fingers, craving more, yearning for more. She heard the word that came out of her mouth, felt the tiny prick of the talon that was threatening to push in. Her breath was hitching and she swallowed hard.

"I... they're pretty sharp. Got something blunt you could use?" she managed to get out, her hands gripping and clawing at the other's shoulders while her legs spread further to give easier access. Part of her suspected she could handle the talon. Her body was tougher than a human's. As long as she didn't overdo it, but Ibaraki was being ... was she being careful with her? That thought slipped away as she groaned loudly, pressing into the touch again. Fuck, she really was taking her wasn't she?

She continued her actions and movements, driven on by the sound of Tenshi's breathing and way her hands grasped at her shoulders and spread her legs apart for her. Ibaraki eventually lets go of the breast she'd been teasing with a wet pop. Licking her lips and nipping at the sensitive flesh below similar to how she had her neck. It was about as close to gentle as she could get right now. Everything called for her to do more.

The hand that had been teasing her eventually left Tenshi's lips as Ibaraki leaned back; licking the fingers she'd been using to tease the Celestial slowly with an ever-present, hungry smirk on her lips. Mixing well with her flushed cheeks. "Perhaps... you do."

Sitting a bit more upright, her fingers reached down to wrap around Tenshi's sword. Grasping it and pulling it out of the scabbard. "But I can't promise it's going to be small."

Wait, was she seriously... Oh fuck. she was seriously going to.... with her... Her legs spread as she felt the stardust really kicking in, her hands going to grip at the oni's wrist while she brought the tsuba in close. She... Yeah, she could take this. Right? Fuck, she was glad in this moment that she was eating her peaches because otherwise there was no way she'd be able to take it.

"Ngh," she growled up at her and she gripped onto the oni's shoulders, right up under the flaming hair while she glared at her. "Do it before I come to my senses." Not that she hadn't already given her leave.

"Ho? The defeated has no say in the matter~." She hums, still feeling elated from the stardust mixing in with her racing heart. She'll hide herself after all of this is done and over with. For now her words are punctuated by a tongue lapping at the handle of the sword. Slowly, making a show of it and letting the blade gently press against her still clothed breasts.

She can still faintly taste the Celestial on it.

Shifting herself off to the side as she changes the pace, the sword in question was moved down towards Tenshi's opening. The pommel being pressed and rubbed against her pussy slowly. Letting Tenshi get a feel for the size of it, the heat of it as Ibaraki's natural body temperatures radiated into the material. Perhaps in the future she can do something even more fun~. For now, Ibaraki would just have to make do. "Now relax...."

"Ngh... fine!" she said with a huff as she watched her sword being molested like this. Just watching it, it almost felt like she was being violated a little. But soon the tsuba was grinding up against her lips and she was panting with need, spreading one leg out to give it more room. She was trying to calm down, trying to ease her breath, but seriously. "Easy for you to say, Oni. You're not the one about to get fucked by your sword," she said through gritted teeth, clenching her eyes and closing them.

Surprisingly though, the fact that she was beaten and that she was literally this damned horny right then? It was mixing up in an odd way and her hand reached down, running over the red forearm of the oni, to her wrist. It gripped, weakly but still gripped in a way that was definitely not pulling her back. "G...Go ahead and call me a pervert if you want." She was willing to admit right there that she was definitely behaving like one.

"Mine would be incapable of it." Technically so would the tsuba, but shush. Ibaraki breathed deeply through her nose, smoke exhaling through her nostrils as she pushed in further and further. Slowly penetrating Tenshi with her own sword. Hungry eyes watched the hilt move inside with evident lust before peeling away. Is that a flash of embarrassment on the oni's face? It's gone awful quickly, this felt good, so whatever.

The lightest touch to her wrist sent a shiver through her in a way it shouldn't. She's probably not taking this stupid drug again. It almost scared her in a way. Growling and leaning down, she pressed her lips against Tenshi's once more. Pushing the sword in just a bit harder.

"No..." A nip to her lower lip follows. "I'd rather you admit it."

"Ngh!" This was a mixture of obviously uncomfortable and coerced arousal, thanks to the stardust. She shouldn't be this... she shouldn't be reacting to this like... Her hips bucked lightly, feeling the hilt almost touching her as her eyes went wide and her head swiveled back, fingers clutching at the oni's wrist and free hand gripping the ground. She breathed through gritted teeth, right up until the lips found hers.

The hand at the ground went up to grip the side of Ibaraki's head again. She let out a mewling, panting sound, her tongue trying to invade, to duel with the other's. As saliva trailed between them between kisses, she looked like she was trying to focus. "F...fine, I'm a pervert. I ... I want you to fuck me. You, not my sw...sword!" This was a lot. It was definitely something, and she really shouldn't be getting off at all, not to mention she'd probably be sore for weeks, but... she wanted more!

Ibaraki gave a smirk, so cute~! It's been a while since she was on top like this. Ibaraki pressed the sword in further, as far as she could push it in. Turning and twisting it inside of her while moving it like a makeshift dildo. Slowly picking up speed as she pistons it, the poor girl was going to be quite sore after this. "Pervert getting fucked her own sword~."

She mewled between pants and licks. The tongue was accepted into her mouth. Letting it slide in before sharp teeth and lips closed in around it. Sucking on it, toying with it with her own, long tongue. The oni tasted sweet, of course, and slightly like smoke. She adjusted her weight once more. Moving a freehand down to Tenshi's breasts, groping and massaging the flesh in her hungry grip. Those sharp nails of hers poking and digging into them.

Edited 2022-08-09 03:43 (UTC)

Fuck, she was getting ... damnit, the oni was right. She was legitimately getting fucked by her own sword! She was already sore, raw and this was a lot to take, but she could handle a considerable amount of abuse compared to a human. When she found her tongue caught in the sharp teeth of the other, she flicked it over the roof of her mouth and against the other's tongue. The hand on her breast felt the nipples staying hard and aroused by the attention as more and more desperate moans were coming out.

The hand at Ibaraki's head left it. It started to trail down her body, against the side of her breasts. She was working her way down, moving over the belly while the other hovered over her, hammering her with a blunt instrument. As she held onto the wrist that did it, her free hand sought something else. She was pushing fabric aside, slipping between the oni's legs in the process, getting close as she locked her gaze. Breaking the kiss barely, she breathed out.

"Winner deserves to cum once, at least, yes?" Ok, she was a little fucked up by the stardust. She'd admit it now.

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