[It's practically torture, those scant minutes until the road begins to wind down a dustier patch of land. Compared to the residential areas they had passed up, the foliage here grows a little more wildly. The trees are taller, not at all uniform in height, creating a canopy of irregular branches whose leaves permit enough sunlight to paint a dappled effect on the earth below. It's pretty enough, if that even matters, and quiet enough, secluded enough, which definitely matters. The road soon turns rough, bumpy and unpaved the further they drive in.
Mai's arms are folded tightly over her chest, her leg crossed one over the other, bouncing anxiously in effort to quell the stubborn need pooling in her lower stomach. They're getting closer, closer, to everything. All that they've been inching painfully towards. The searing touches were hardly enough, only serving to compound the feeling of being driven crazy. Her heart is pounding so strongly that she can practically feel it in her throat, and she has to force herself to breathe deeply a few times, lest the shallow breaths she's been taking cause her to be too light-headed to take charge of this affair.]
If you are, then I'm glad we left campus. I don't need you showing off in front of anyone I know.
[So she is an exhibitionist. Luckily, not so devoted to this aspect that she'd brush off Mai's demand for privacy. Mai isn't going to thank her for it, but at least she knows what mortification she has avoided in the form of being caught by any of the Kyoto sorcerers. She'd never live it down-- and it's why she'll likely never bring her new woman back to the dorms. Goodness only knows how loud a wild beast might force her to be when it really comes down to it... ]
Oh-- so I'm the lucky one, huh?
[Her voice has a sharp edge to it, half borne of indignation at Cellinia's bold statement, and half in frayed nerves. It's only made more extreme when the vehicle rolls up to a suitable spot in that tree-flecked area. There's enough space for the car to idle or make an exit whenever the moment calls for it, but the dirt road ends at the clearing, disappearing into the grass sprouting beneath the tires. There-- exactly what they were looking for, a slice of barely-trained nature carved away from nosy eyes. It suits them, no? Given that the two of them are equally lacking in restraint, with every creeping second.
Mai's hazel eyes scan the spot from behind the windshield and passenger window, searching in an almost frenzied manner for anything that might disrupt them, anything that she'd regret not addressing if she just leaps into what she came here for. Nothing. For good or ill, the last bit of tape is sliced away. Well, then, now Cellinia can have her undivided attention. and Mai expects nothing less than the same in return, as she hears the hum of the engine quiet down as it's cut.]
Pretending you're so tamed, aren't you?
[Mai half-forgets that she's the one who asked Cellinia to be a good girl for her in exchange for using her skin as a canvas for her lips. Her mouth feels dry, like the words that hang on her tongue would rather cling there than spill over and fill the gaps of silence-- anything that would prolong the inevitable. There's nothing left, now, is there? No further hurdle for them to jump to claim the real thing. Mai's fingers reach out for the collar of Cellinia's jacket, curling around the fabric before giving her a yank forward as soon as she puts the car in park. Her second hand finds its place tangled in her hair, holding the back of her head firmly as she brings their faces closer together.]
And how long is that gonna last? [Her breath is hot against Cellinia's lips.] Not for very long, I bet.
[Not a further second is wasted before Mai kisses her hard, pressing every ounce of frustrated hunger between their mouths. She keeps her gaze trained on the woman's eyes, never wanting to be the one who backs off first, and instead desiring to watch every little emotion that would dance across their depths.]
(this patch of woods almost reminds her of the more forested areas around the motherland, almost. it only doesn't entirely from the rather obvious differences, this wasn't covered in rain and suffering as always thought about it. the bumps and unpaved road were nothing to her, she had something she desired. something that a little bumpy raid was more than worth the effort of carrying onward through the woods. through it when she began to feel herself practically having to fight it down more at that remark about not wanting her to show off. she's not so foolish to do it in front of people, or rather that close. they'd find out too easily even if cellinia is excellent at keeping it down.
wild animal or not, she's good at it. she's got in mind what she's after and what she needs most. what she's hungering for. the car during her taunts, the edge to her voice carries on while her mind is thinking more about it. about the indecent things, about how she'd sound possibly underneath her with those barbed words and nails digging into her back. what she could even say more while cellinia goes lower, goes to pepper her in licks and kisses. how her tongue has a desire of its own to taste her and occupy her mouth on her body in whatever form she can get.
a little too naturally, whenever she looks over at mai while the car slows to a halt. the engine is quiet, but she turns the keys so the radio stays on and the air stays going for the sake of them not being too overheated on a summer day. she's got enough of a brain to consider that whether she's aroused or not.)
I'd only do that if we were hidden somewhere, not in a car. Don't like giving people a show.
(that was why she passed up the residential area, too risky in its own ways. she wants her to herself for this. never mind the comment about her pretending she's so tamed, the words she wants to bite back with die on her tongue whenever she's brought and jerked forward the moment her seatbelt comes off. her coat was an easy grab, she hadn't removed it yet, in case if she had to stop somewhere to pick up something for her in the meantime. they're face to face, their breath hot against one another's lips while cellinia is held firm and close. that look in her eyes doesn't fade a single bit, not the way she's craving it.
the way feels that beast in her raging, wanting out.)
That a complaint? About something wild wanting to be wild when it has those chances, about how much of a struggle it is whenever you were right next to me and so easy to reach over to touch at any time?
(that's as far as she gets, breathing out the words before that greedy and hard kiss is met with her own. frustrated, hungry, and feeling a flood of relief that she was able to finally do it. her lips crushed to mai's while she shifts closer, coming across the center console like she promised to be in her lap. the radio plays on in the background (i'm good, i'm good, i'm great.... playing lowly) along as a backdrop to their making out.
to cellinia reaching to start undoing that uniform of mai's, there's enough care to not rip anything when she goes for the top half first. her fingers working frantically, in their skill, to feel her more. to get a better feel of her in general, she can behave later. that's what her eyes say, she doesn't want to behave. she wants to occupy her mouth with her body. she wants to worship her in place of a god that she'd stop believing in ever since she left the motherland.
between her thighs, like now from lips to lips in how she groans for her. desperate, a low growl rumbling in her throat again at the taste. the taste was worth it, the wait was worth it, but that wasn't enough. it's never enough. she needs more, she needs far too much for that ravenous beast she calls her appetite of this woman.
just like how she won't dare leave a single place unkissed along her body.)
You don't like performing for a crowd? But I bet they'd love to get an eyeful of you.
[It goes without saying that Cellinia has quite an enviable figure beneath her casual clothes-- Mai's hands and eyes have concluded as much from the contact she's made thus far. Her fingers still tingle in delight from feeling her up earlier, the heat from her thighs a taunting ghost on Mai's skin. The woman's slender yet well-trained body leaves no question that she'd be a veritable delight to watch taking her pleasure from whoever was lucky to find themselves beneath her. Too bad for any would-be spectators, though. They only wish they could see the way she'll make good on her promise to get on her knees for this new lover. Mai revels in the fact that it'll be her eyes that get to feast on everything that's hidden by the fabric. Very, very soon, if she gets to have her way.]
What-- you want a compliment on your self-restraint? [She lifts her chin a bit to cast a mocking look down in Cellinia's direction.] I don't see the point, when you're just gonna let loose as soon as I give you the go-ahead.
[That kiss-- their first kiss together-- is but an introduction to the permission Mai will give. The frustration is mutual, expressed in the way their lips crush against one another's, parting quickly to intensify the contact almost immediately. Ah, but the flood of relief is mutual, as well, evident in the way Mai sighs pleasurably in these initial kisses. Her heart still races, of course, but finally having Cellinia like this is like a salve to her fried nerves.
Faint wisps of tobacco dance along Cellinia's tongue, an acrid flavor offered to Mai when she welcomes the woman deeper into her mouth. She can discern the sweet chocolate from the shared pocky, as well-- a distinct combination that only serves to cement this moment more firmly in her memory. Despite herself, Mai doesn't wrinkle her nose at the taste, nor does she pull away and make some catty remark in disgust.
So, this is what Cellinia tastes like.
A pretty summer memory, marked by nicotine and pocky sticks. Cradled in the low and sensual music that purrs in the background of this initial exploration.
Oh-- but it looks like Cellinia has a deeper kind of exploration on her mind, one spurred by the restlessness she has no doubt been suffering with for the entire car ride here. Mai breaks their kiss, separating just enough to grin against her lips.]
Ah...
[Swiftly, the cool barrel of her revolver digs lightly into her partner's torso, right below her breast and against the bone of her rib. Almost coquettishly, Mai flutters her eyelashes up at Cellinia, though her voice still bears a cheeky cadence to it.]
You didn't even ask if you could undress me, yet.
[Gently, she places a kiss at the corner of the woman's mouth, a stark juxtaposition to what she's doing with the weapon in her grasp. The demand that comes from her lips next is a low murmur, every bit as sweet and salacious as she intends.]
You first, Cellinia. Give me something good to look at...
....what can I say? I don't like the idea of them watching when I want someone to myself.
(that was her intention, to get on her knees. to treat her lover to more, to even kiss her full of affection that they both didn't always have. she didn't want to be watched, not when she touches her. not when her teeth want to bite down lovely marks in her skin and leave her so many. many that nobody else could have done, claiming her with teeth and kisses. her hands too, their bodies are pressed together like this almost. the space between them should melt away, melt them down with that intense craving.
that need that's growing and how it burns in that ache. each kiss is distracting her further.
further than earlier with their teasing, their stoking the flame in one another. there's a growl into it, the taunt worked again from how little patience she feels.) Coming from you who wants to see it, that's rich.... (because she agreed to it, she was pressed into chasing and found herself heavily interested in it. chasing, chasing, and chasing with the way that mai kept pressing her buttons. bringing her closer to where she wanted her. where they both wanted to be whenever cellinia melts for now into the kiss.
her tongue tastes of sweet chocolate and nicotine, the nicotine fainter than the chocolate as her tongue licks into her lover's own. the taste of chocolate on mai's own tongue was something she picked out with ease, chocolate is her favorite treat. her favorite thing of sweets would always be chocolate delights (though she can mix it up) from whatever occasion she feels like eating them. sometimes pocky, other times chocolate itself in candy bars she got hold of.
the taste itself is mixed together perfectly while the music carries on. her hands almost make their way to get that uniform off properly, only for that revolver barrel and mai parting enough to give her pause. her hands stop abruptly while those hungering eyes are on her lover, she was right. she hadn't gotten her permission to explore, but the sight of her with that revolver is far more attractive. the cheekiness, the batting of her lashes while she looks up at her this time.)
Since you asked....
(another kiss, her hands are slow to remove that jacket to reveal the fully toned arms underneath it after dropping it to the floor. the peering out of scars, too, underneath the straps of her tank top when her hands go downward next. to slowly peel it off, to keep those hungry eyes on her lover with each reveal of her blemished skin. the scars, the toned muscle of her abs. every inch of it a body that says she's gone through more than she'd speak about.
far too much more in how one peculiar scar goes from her left hip to her abs directly. that was something she might never talk about. not now, anyway. her breasts aren't too big, not too small either for a woman her size despite that muscle she carries. her body is in a way, perfect, something that one lucky soul could have to themselves if they truly wanted.
if she truly wanted it for herself once her tank top falls to the floor behind her next. the cold steel of her revolver gives her goosebumps whenever she comes close to her lover again, hands on her shoulders yet behaving for now. until mai may decide to point it closer to her again.)
What do you think then, ragazza? Do you still want to touch me as badly as I do you?
(does she want to let this time be a moment they might never let go of? never stop chasing one another, so recklessly, so foolishly with who they are and what they are? the sensual tone of the music isn't helping her. in the way she stares and how she's close enough for another kiss. another kiss she craves, another she wants to have. maybe a part of her is more starving than cellinia would ever admit.
she certainly feels too hungry for her own good, in some ways and many ways. did she find someone that might understand a little too well? who knows, she almost certainly doesn't. she already didn't believe in plenty of things after what happened before in her past.
cellinia might never, but she does know she wants more of this girl in whatever way she can have her.)
[ "Asked," says the woman, when they both know Mai all but ordered her to start undressing first. There are those manners of hers at play again, and it brings a self-satisfied smile to Mai's face as she draws back to give Cellinia enough space to shed her clothes. For now, the revolver retreats as well, though still aimed loosely in the other's direction if only for the slight suggestion of danger.
Not a detail escapes her eyes, trained as they are (and reluctantly so) in marksmanship. Regardless of her impatience to resume their kisses-- which had been stoking that fire within her so splendidly before Cellinia's hands started messing with her uniform top-- Mai isn't all too disappointed with the slow and deliberate manner in which she strips. Every inch of skin revealed by the jacket slipped off of those arms are quickly lapped up by the girl's attentive stare. Truly, all of that excess fabric was merely hiding the real treasure beneath, a body no doubt forged by a danger that might not be wholly unfamiliar to Mai, though nothing she herself had ever experiences first hand.
Mai was raised to avoid scars and blemishes at all costs. It was her value as a woman, her only source of worth when her talents for anything else were so shamefully lacking. Her own resentful mother might have harbored a secret pride that at least her daughters were beautiful, that maybe they'd be some trophy to someone who'd overlook their lowly status in the clan. But it wasn't as if Mai had ever received the praise for it-- not from anyone aside from the lechers that she had mostly avoided when she was able to. If she couldn't be loved by her family because of her low cursed energy, then she'd at least try not to embarrass them further by risking her looks like her sister did, with all of that training and risks she happily jumped into. But-- and Mai would rather die than admit it aloud-- Maki was still beautiful, despite what their years apart have changed in her appearance.
So, despite Mai's revulsion at the idea of obtaining any scars herself, everyone she has ever truly admired wore their own with a pride she could never muster. She utterly adored her teacher, Utahime, who still carried herself well enough even with a fair portion of her face marred by scarred flesh. It was an aspect of womanhood Mai admits she'll never truly comprehend, to not shy away from the price paid for real strength.
As Cellinia peels off the thin tank top that reveals an even greater host of scars-- and that frightening one slashed across her abdomen--, Mai feels her body grow warm with a twisted admiration. If she ever dared think deeply on it, there might even be notes of jealousy lurking far, far below. Not for the scars sported, but for the power and courage they disclose without words.]
Oh.
[All she offers in reply, at first, is a breathy pronouncement. A simple answer, fortified by the pure delight in her eyes at the sight in front of her. It's true, Cellinia's body really is perfect, no matter the superficial imperfections.]
You'd be sad if I answered "No," wouldn't you?
[Comes a laugh, along with the remainder of her answer. Her words are betrayed by what she chooses to do next, dipping her head in and pressing her lips to Cellinia's collarbone. Oh, she is well-aware that the woman aches for more of her kisses. She can see the yearning in her eyes, and she feels it in the calloused hands cupping her shoulders. Who cares? She'll get those kisses, though, just not in the way she wants them, not on her lips.
With the barrel of her revolver pressed lightly this time against her taut, scarred abdomen, Mai takes the thin skin at Cellinia's collar between her lips. The suction is gentle, at first, before intensifying enough to leave a small bloom of red when she's done with her work there. She had promised she'd send her away a leopard, after all, no? A head start is absolutely necessary.
Further down she goes, to the top of the woman's breast where the flesh begins to fill out pleasantly. Another kiss, this time letting her tongue lap at the skin teasingly before she sinks her teeth in ever so slightly. The soft laugh she utters is a hum against Cellinia's chest, an answer all its own to the question. A genuine answer, with how she doesn't shy away from touching her and doing it first. She releases her bite, running her tongue over the slight indentations left behind, and softy sucking another mark there to complete the little gift she'll leave behind today. One of many, of course.
Mai pulls back, looking into Cellinia's eyes in a smug way that expects a bit of praise.]
(for cellinia, they were proof she lived. she survived. she didn't die, no matter what had happened to her prior. she's there, she hasn't given up herself. the pain of obtaining them was nothing in retrospect to what this wolf would have lost. not just a life, but more than that in the way she fights. unpredictable, a raging storm, and what some would dub frightening in her instinctive responses in a fight. a prodigy. capable of ripping apart those who dared to try and face her in a true battle. those gangsters she would deal with often had begun to learn she's by no means that girl to mess with, similarly she's not above throwing herself into it even if her opponent isn't human. she's not that sort of girl to sit back and allow others to die.
or get hurt worse than that, that was her reason for going on the hardest path of the two friends she'd known since her childhood. one was acting a donna, playing at being a playwright and saying that they were the heir's to the once prestigious bloodline. the other had broken apart to pieces, despair destroyed her, the years of abuse by the system mixed into an urge to destroy it all. destroy everything in her obsession. honestly, cellinia half realizes she's talking like her. with how cellinia is using "pet" names. the thought would often make her feel something, something that twisted in disgust at herself for doing something that silver haired wolf would have done.
but she isn't, not right now. maybe later she might at the sweet words she'd have said. terms often given to partners and how they're a stark reminder of what that woman would have said to her. they didn't need her getting cold feet, she's come this far no matter her own cowardice, her own inability to do something more for herself back then. she'd always wish that she could have done something, could have saved her grandfather. it's unfortunate, but the universe has a thing for destroying anything good. including her grandfather, who had sought to only stop his son. to take his granddaughter under his wing for the reason of ushering in a new era. an era he would hope be filled with prosperity that they had never seen before. maybe she doesn't know entirely mai's own pains, but she knows it in another sense about expectations and demands placed upon the shoulders of children. of those who held no reason to be dragged into it by birth alone and virtue of it.
she wears them with her own pride, despite it. the scars, the times she escaped death. she's done so much more to get stronger because she told herself she'd never desire to lose so much again. to have to start the slate clean again and burn away what once had been her home. that she wants to keep something so important, family, love, friends....all close to her. her heart, her everything while they never know what she's thinking. what it was that she might ever feel about them underneath the surface.
while mai might feel jealous lurking deeply for that courage, that power. cellinia might have even told her that she did display some of that courage for flirting with her. who willingly flirts with a wolf? attractive or not, but the thought fades to her breathy words, delight in mai's eyes. her own eyes are yearning, her hands are relaxed in their grip.)
....from how much I want to feel you, I would.
(she teases, the words feel slightly soft while they fade further on her tongue. too soft for the heat they're after, whenever they go from gentle teasing to her sighing out breathy sounds. to her lips along her neck, the revolver making her stay well in place at the sensation of cold steel to her abdomen and now mai's mouth suckling gentle then hard on her collar. she was getting the head start she sought, marking cellinia's battered body as her own in leopard spots.
spots of red turning black and blue when they're done from every mark being left. cellinia intended to leave her in bites, marks bordering into possession. a desire to have and to own, to be owned and everything herself while decorating her in affections that would surely make her own father turn in his grave. he'd hate to see cellinia do this. she was a woman, not a boy. the usual with men among the familige being too displeased by the women that rose to power themselves.
that tease of her tongue, the lick of it along near her breast draws out a sharper sigh. quiet, but it's there. the rumbling growl, low and wanting in her throat could be felt like this from mai's light bite to her. they're close enough she'd feel every growl. every animalistic and bestial sound she makes while her hands grip slightly more on the other woman's shoulders. not enough to hurt, but enough to tell her that she likes it. she likes it too much when she looks at her. those amber eyes, dark with hunger, yearning, and want. the best kind of combination a woman as greedy as mai could ever want when she parts.
that smug look, that demand of praise in her eyes. another thing she wants to see twist away, how attractive this girl looks whenever she looks at her. smug and everything, self assured. like indeed, a queen of the castle who demands what she wants when she wants it and more than that.)
The way you get when you look this cheeky, this smug....it's attractive. (too attractive.) Your impatience, your self assurance....
(her own impatience is there, it's fighting her every second, she wants to undress her proper. she wants to feel her, she wants to give this girl another larger mistake on their litany of them. she can feel it down to her bones, the rising heat from them in how she stares. that tease wasn't enough to satisfy any of it.) I want to undress you, bella signora, won't you let me? (a husk, a rasp, the hunger accentuates the italian words. a compliment for her lover, her lover she needs too much.)
[Maybe she shouldn't feel a little bit of delight in Cellinia's admission that Mai's hypothetical rejection would wound her, but she can't resist swelling in pride at being told that she is so desperately wanted in this moment. With as far as they've both come, having made it to this absolute point of no return, it would be certain torture were Mai to cut it short just to prove some unnecessary pettiness. Besides, it'd be a lie. How could the two of them not be well-matched in how ardently they want to feel the other's body under their hands?]
You wanna know that I want you, just as badly, hm?
[Her words are purposely vague, a half-admission that the feeling is indeed mutual. Those little love bites should be proof enough-- having been placed with more care than a dismissive partner would offer. Mai isn't a brute who would bite hard enough, recklessly enough to break skin right from the get-go (though maybe in the throes of heightened passion, who knows?). She knows well enough how to build up the tease, stirring up a delectable frustration in whoever gets caught in her conniving little web. And Cellinia, well, she's caught rather beautifully in those sticky little strands, all but saying to Mai that she won't leave this clearing without having her fill of the girl. The grip on her shoulders, becoming tighter as Mai works a mark into the flesh of her chest, tells her everything she needs to know.]
But I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't. Come on, I know you're smarter than that. [A small peck at her shoulder, before she sits up a bit straighter.] Unless my little puppy is absolutely hopeless for a bit of appreciation...?
[With a flirty hum, Mai lowers her eyes to the bare skin of Cellinia's stomach, down to the scar at her hip, and lower still to the unfastened button of her shorts. Mai's handiwork. A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she drags the gun's barrel along the waistband, daring to dip the muzzle beneath the fabric as she teases the flesh between the woman's hips.]
How's this, then?
[Withdrawing the revolver from its temporary playground, and settling it atop her own lap, Mai levels her gaze with those beastly eyes watching for her next move, waiting for permission to collect on what she has been so generously promised. She takes Cellinia's chin in her hand, a light grip, but one that betrays a possessive intention of her own.]
Go ahead-- I'll let you undress me. You've already seen how much my uniform covers, so you know where not to leave anything obvious.
[Mai brings them together again for another deep kiss, her lidded eyes still trained on her lover's, and a sly smile still playing on her lips.]
I'll admit it-- you've been pretty good for me, following my orders without talking back. [A little snicker slips between their locking lips.] And I did say that you could kiss me anywhere you'd like, after...
[Her way of declaring "I'm all yours" to the beautiful and very restless woman in her hold.]
(don't you want to feel wanted, pretty lady, is what she thinks for a moment. they both were well beyond it. cellinia can admit that she's thought about it. that to want and feel that need would never change, to have an ache in oneself that never seemed to fade. that never left. a deep pit of it, but she's not voicing that. she isn't so fucked up to lie and tell herself that she's okay, she knows she isn't in some ways. yet right now, that felt like nothing. she wants, she needs. she wants a girl who felt crushed by the world, she wants a woman that she intends to treat more softly than whatever lovers she had before. than those around her ever did, be rough with her when she desires it, be tender when she needs it most.
she's quiet, at first, the way they're staring throughout this teasing. this mutual frustration. they're both waiting, they're starving. she's not bad at following orders when she has to yet that doesn't mean she's something tamed. she's all in that web and so easy to touch. to take hold of while they're fooling around before the good part. in which her teeth would be bared for her while they're in a far away place, neither side needed to think about it much. she shows it in her actions (she can even respond in her words, but she was always more someone who acts than talks) in how she's pressed up against her.
they had a meal waiting, a meal which was fraying her nerves more at the tease of her revolver, the barrel rubbing against her and that heat built up in her panties. the flesh there which was dripping wet were it to get closer, the way she groans at cold steel touching somewhere sensitive and aching. her claws threaten to dig a little more into her shoulders, but she's refraining for the sake of "behaving" instead of hurting her. then again, she might like seeing how she gets as a desperate beast. hungering and wild. feasting in how she'd rip clothing, more, from her if given the chance between that and the peck to her shoulder.)
I'll leave you plenty....for that display, bella signora.
(nowhere obvious, her neck can be covered in a few kisses and licks. she's not foolish enough to presume that mai wouldn't want to wear something cooler at times. her collar should be perfect, maybe along her breasts like she did to cellinia as her mind has the gears turn. she's got her permission. the permission that she didn't get earlier, anyway.
which leaves the rest when her chin is taken hold of, she's brought in closer. possession, she knows it and embraces it in that kiss between them. parted lips and a wolfish tongue licking into hers hungrily. with permission given, her hands work to start undoing that uniform that's in the way. to see the body of the girl she wants to claim and cover in her scent as her own.
she's careful about the buttons, about undoing them. not one popped (even if the thought of ripping it remains as a beast would) off in her skilled yet shaky fingers working at it. when the top is undone, cellinia only breaks the kiss briefly to help slide it down her shoulders. to run her calloused fingers along unblemished skin slowly, another tease in how they brush against it. knowing what mai might want, too of them.)
I'll kiss you wherever you want most, I'll likely not leave any spot untouched if I can help it.
(a lover, someone that knows too well the nature of the beast. someone that might never stop chasing her, cellinia is all hers. however long she wants a lover like her, it didn't matter. for that time she would be hers and only think about her.
from her touch to her voice when her lips are back against hers, deep and hungering, her hands brushing along exposed skin to get a feel for her better. the roughness is an interesting contrast to her softness, but that just makes it good for them, doesn't it?)
[Little by little, with every hot connection of their lips, every soft groan exchanged between them, the world outside begins to lose its significance. It's a welcome reprieve from the grim lives they lead, the expectations weighing sometimes a little too heavily upon their shoulders. Neither of them know it, how parallel their origins run-- two well-bred women who, at some point or another, found themselves under the heel of an adversarial circumstance. Perhaps they might even find it quite funny, if their conversations ever veer towards something more than just heavy-handed flirting.
What more do they know of each other than their names and occupations? Ah, well, they do know what's important for this tryst: that they want each other, that the allure is too magnetic to pass up, and that the other is absolutely, mouthwateringly attractive. The frosty exterior of the wolfish woman is thawing now, melting under Mai's hands, her lips, her brazen words. She doesn't forget Cellinia's acknowledgment-- that Mai's boldness, often unappetizing to others, is attractive to her. It doesn't take much more than this to make her feel like little queen Cellinia likens her to, even if this feeling should end up something sadly fleeting.
The further this progresses, the easier it will be for Mai to pretend that this is more than just a hook-up, so long as Cellinia continues to bathe her in adulation. And maybe, before she knows it-- before either of them know it-- the whole thing will cease to be mere pretending.]
Hope you know, but I won't accept any less than every kiss you've got to give me.
[Good thing she can already tell that Cellinia isn't the type who just likes to hear herself talk.
Either Mai's tongue has grown numb to the hint of nicotine barely clinging to her partner, or it is slowly becoming a flavor she doesn't quite mind. For now, at least. Each of their kisses thus far has Mai coaxing her tongue slowly around the woman's, almost reaching for that bitterness to anchor her onto something while the rest of Cellinia's unique flavor registers on her taste buds. ]
Let's see... where I want most, you say?
[Mai echoes after stealing more more kiss, capturing her lover's bottom lip between her teeth in the slightest of nibbles before granting her freedom. As if to make up for the broken contact, her hands greedily hasten down towards the woman's hips that tempt her oh so terribly from the loosened shorts. With a contented sigh at having those firm muscles filling her palms, Mai eases down the fabric just an inch or two to make more of her body available to play with.]
That'll be a tough place to reach as long as we're sitting up here.
[From beneath her dark eyelashes, she beholds Cellinia with a playful look. Despite the lack of explicit direction as to where that place might be, Mai believes that her train of thought is easy enough to follow. Where she really aches to have those lips is that selfsame place where Cellinia's firm grasp had been not too long before, where her battle-roughed fingertips had been tracing an idle map to a space concealed by the dark fabric of her skirt.
That special spot so rarely meets anyone's curious eyes, even if Mai hints at it with how showy this summer uniform is-- a special request she put in to the school. No way was she going to wear something drab outside of official missions, though the more modest uniform she sometimes wears would hide any bites with even more ease. For now, the weather has been plenty warm, likely only to increase in temperature. The thought of sporting some pretty teeth marks on the soft flesh of her upper thighs, with her classmates none the wiser, brings a gleeful smirk to Mai's face.]
Oh, well-- you still have other fun places to taste until we get there.
[The absence of her uniform top leaves Cellinia with quite the canvas to work with. She's already discovering the places where she'll want to let her lips descend, surely, with the way her fingers trail over the flesh. Mai mewls softly whenever those hands caress the more sensitive spots-- her collar, her very generous bosom, the back of her shoulders. Cellinia touches like a lover would, a real one, not like an aimless fling only after their own satisfaction. It's tender, almost sweetly so, but Mai will keep any remarks on it to herself.
Wordlessly, she offers her neck as the first place to sample, a pretty column of skin practically pleading for attention.]
(two girls with expectations upon them, expectations that quite a few would never know themselves. they might both relate too hard, too difficult to ignore from certain parts of their respective origins. an heiress and the woman who was treated lower than dirt for her own struggles in life. among men who hardly cared, among people that didn't. that they were in the world of men. men who would stomp them to the ground, uncaring and more about what strength either woman has. or lack thereof about it. she won't deny it, that she likes to teach them a lesson.
show them and make them learn their mistakes by force. maybe that was another thing mai might like to see, the way this wolf would cut apart those around her.
how she'd likely as it goes further show that raging storm. that untamed part of herself which instinctively would cut down those who'd dare to hurt her if she could help it. though that, was the future if ever. isn't it so much better to let go? let go and kiss her, feel the body of a girl that flirts so easily with a wolf? a wolf who with a hungering gaze loves the way that her body feels along her hands, the soft skin and more which she touches exploratively. she feels so good to cellinia, too good for a soul like hers. a sinner like her who would never be absolved of her own misdeeds in life, the lone wolf removed from the pack and expected to have died somewhere.
she likes it, how their lips fit together. her boldness while they're together, the bold words that stirred this beast in her too naturally. maybe she might not want this to be a single tryst, maybe she might want more from the feeling that cellinia's getting a bit too addicted to her lips.)
I know where you mean exactly....
(no, it's too obvious. between the kisses, how she likes the taste of her on her tongue that it's getting more dangerous. the look beneath her lashes while her breath slowly quickens from each kiss given, each look and run of those fingers along her skin. the grasp of her hips once mai tugs down her shorts slightly more to reveal the black panties on underneath it. the shiver from cellinia wasn't surprising, she wanted her hands on her. her hands to go wherever they pleased like she said earlier. her mouth included, that can go wherever mai desires it to as she wishes all the same in their desires.
her hips lift to let mai take those shorts off the rest of the way if she wanted, just enough to allow it, but not enough to completely part from her. not enough to stop the way their tongues curl around one another before they part again, she's got many ideas on where to go from there. too many in how her hands cup that generous bosom and give it a tender squeeze at the mewling she hears. between her thighs would wait, for now, when she runs her tongue across her own lips. the offering of her neck means more to wolves, to anything like them. it's like offering oneself to the beast and giving them every part of you. still, she would take it. the animalistic side of herself craves that much.
as offered, those greedy lips go down slowly, along the column of her throat and kiss. nibble, nip, the run of her tongue along offered skin to go with it. cellinia's teeth soon lightly bite down in a particular spot, somewhere naturally that can be hidden away with ease on her neck. not too hard for the sake of allowing her that chance to adjust, wolf teeth do differ from human teeth and that's a given. the taste of her skin....that's another thing cellinia notes she likes. even as she suckles, alternating between hard and gentle while running her tongue across the indentions of her teeth slowly.
the predatory stare, it says more than enough when she starts to go lower. a lick, a suck, a nip, and a nibble. even a bite in the less than obvious spots on mai's collar. she's methodical, slow, and not rushing it for her queen's enjoyment. her goddess she puts her mouth to worship the skin of beneath her.
who needed a god when she can almost find paradise in her skin, her thighs? who needed one while she runs her hands along her breasts. the grabs gentle, the roll of her nipples slow and steady with each kiss of her skin down further. cellinia didn't. he never once helped her if he existed, she didn't need that in her life if she was able to save herself from everything. that was all she had, but the thoughts are further away with each addictive taste.
each lick of her skin, the way she groans (growls lowly) while claiming her inch by inch.
if she desired this most, to see her body worshiped then cellinia meets it herself without being told or knowing. this was how she's always been. tender with a lover, softer, and even more than attentive to their needs. to her teeth gradually biting down more (though not hard enough mai would hate it, she has a feeling she'd hate too much) along the way while she starts to go lower. along one of her breasts which she lavishes with her tongue, along one of her nipples while the other has her other hands full attention.
her silence is purely from her focus, her hunger, the way she glances up to watch her expression as befits that predatory nature of hers. the nature of a wolf.)
[Should the opportunity ever arise where her knight will come to vanquish those cruel members of the Zen'in for the sake of one of their lowliest women-- well, Mai might just revel in the justice being carried out. After the initial shock wears off, anyway. For someone who was so swiftly cast aside by her protector in favor of chasing a dream that would make their family bend to her will, Mai would love nothing more than to see the whole system crumble to dust. As it is right now, she is almost certain that they'll never disappear, those terrible men. So, she'll shoulder that wish, turning it on herself in hopes that it'll make her invisible to them, safe from their hatred.
With Cellinia, though, Mai feels far from invisible. Not a single inch of her is spared from the intensity of those eyes. When they touch, it's as if the pain accumulated over the hard years beneath her family's thumb dissipates some. The vestiges of their cruelty still lurk in the shadows of her heart-- shadows that will probably never leave their post, there-- but the heat from these kisses and caresses dare to drive them away for one sunlit afternoon.
Mai, the ill omen of her clan, and Cellinia, the stigmatized wolf-- let them both be sinners, together, without either of them remotely aware of how fate is weaving its thread through their destinies.
Whatever the cosmic link binding these two unlikely lovers, they can remain blissfully ignorant of it as they continue to indulge in their kisses and bodies. Mai offers Cellinia such lovely little noises whenever the kiss becomes particularly deep, the sticky mingling of their mouths only encouraging her to yearn for more, more-- even if she's already taking, already giving every bit she's able to.]
Mm...
[Good, Cellinia catches on quickly to Mai's insinuation. She does so appreciate the clever ones. There's a bit of a shift, then, she feels. A more daring, more dangerous brand of hunger in the way they claim one another's lips, now that Mai has made her desires clear to her lover. It's something to be grateful for, still, that neither of them make haste to move from of the front seat to rush towards that delicious promise. It would be nicer to eliminate the space between them, courtesy of the center console, but Mai doesn't mind half-draping herself over it to get handsy with her wolf all that much.
It's certainly not enough to keep her from hooking her fingers into the woman's shorts and urging them partly down her thighs; thankfully, Cellinia anticipates this and shifts her hips enough to accommodate Mai's impatience to get her all the way undressed. She'll have to leave the rest up to her, as this position makes removing them completely difficult, especially if she refuses to break their kiss yet again.
Alas, it's only the natural course of things that they do separate in favor of having Cellinia's lips feasting on Mai's neck. As soon as she begins to taste that flesh, feel the quickened pulse beneath, Mai brings a single hand to the back of the woman's head, tangling her slim fingers in the thick locks of hair. That'll keep her there, surely. Meanwhile, her free hand slowly lowers, a little less boldly, to the front of Cellinia's panties. A small gasp leaves her lips once her fingertips feel how soaked she is through the fabric. God... Her eyes drift up to the roof of the car as she gently massages between her thighs, while her neck is being dutifully taken care of at the same time.]
Ah, yeah...
[A breathy, low moan of approval is Cellinia's reward for giving Mai what she needs with those deliberate kisses and nibbles up and down her neck. She reflexively shivers at the sweet contact, a single shudder causing goosebumps to prick at her skin. Those lips are so wonderful, so perfect, that Mai has no qualms with giving her a worthy reaction. Once she feels teeth lightly sinking in, Mai breathes in sharply, her eyes fluttering open after having momentarily drifted closed in heady pleasure. She chews at her lip, adjusting to the light pain, and concluding that she doesn't dislike it. No, in fact she rather enjoys it, quite a bit.
Temptation is there to pull down one of the mirrors and take a look at Cellinia's handiwork, but the wolf has other plans for her body. Mai doesn't resist the obvious worship bestowed upon her-- why would she, as the star of these affections? Her fingers scratch affectionately at her lover's scalp, a silent appreciation for the kisses and love bites no doubt littering the upper part of her chest now. That silence is only punctured by a slight hiss when Cellinia's hand moves to cup at her breast and tease the stiffened nipple there with a gentle touch. The more she kisses, the more she fondles, the more airy sighs she earns from Mai's bitten lips-- and the greater the intensity with which Mai works her fingers between Cellinia's thighs, still not daring yet to dip her fingers below the drenched fabric.
It's only when the wolf turns her mouth to lap at her breast, taking her nipple between her careful lips, does Mai let out a louder groan than before. Her cheeks flush with a delightful rosy hue, and her normally mocking eyes are softened a bit in unabashed pleasure. Hardly a soul gets to behold this expression-- but then again, Mai can't recall a single person who has taken care of her this methodically, with this level of devotion.]
Th-That's good... Cellinia.
[Her name is drawn out sweetly, dissolving into a grateful sigh before she lets her eyes flutter shut once more.]
(that pulse quickening, it's enough to stir that beast within her further. hungry lips and even hungrier eyes, she's not minding this pace. the pace set about to ease her lover into it. slow, steady, something more as neither side knows about the way the world is pairing them together. that some higher power finally noticed them, saw their suffering and thought to take pity upon them. pity that both girls might make a face at knowing what they've been through alone. they didn't need to think about it much, they shouldn't. her hand is particularly attentive with her lips. the devotion shown is something she had never given another.
a lick of her nipple, her lips suckling around it to the sounds her lover makes between the fondling, the way she seems to let go. yes, she likes to watch the way her expression twists. the pleasure, the desire, and that rosy hue with each groan. she finds it difficult to think about anything more than how much she wants to keep seeing it. the temptation of biting mating bites to her neck and marking her in a more permanent devotion is there. the animalistic part of her instincts, the baser ones of cellinia, finds that idea to be too tempting. how much it desires it, the teeth in a lover's neck as she touches her so thoroughly.
they needn't worry, they needn't think themselves any less as people when cellinia moans for her. sharply at the sensation of her fingers rubbing into her panties along that drenched spot. not even going further down, just rubbing and coaxing. as if to ask her to come closer. wanting her, possibly, to come nearer when her free hand reaches to toss her shorts to the floor boards on the driver's side seat. she thought about it, she is thinking about it. perhaps it's better if she did in those breathy sounds cellinia makes of her own, a shift happens. her body comes closer, a seat in her lap when she pauses her attention briefly. wordlessly, she does this to melt away what space remains.
to properly press her body to hers (as best she may) in this position where she starts to go lower. a little sensual show for her to watch while both hands take hold of her breasts again. eyes locked on hers as her tongue licks down slowly, she's not rushing it, perhaps. but is it so wrong to show cellinia's devotion to her? in the lick of that wolfish tongue, her lips kissing along to her stomach. her kiss bruised lips which are relentless in peppering mai's skin so thoroughly.
cellinia doesn't overwhelm her, but she does pause now and then to leave more love bites, more bruises along her ribs. it's something that she's transfixed by in her descent down. the sight of bruises left by her blooming for this pretty goddess that has never felt so wanted.
so seen and heard while she hums to herself in pleasure, the wild look never once leaving and knowing she'd take that gun to stop her as she pleases for her turn. that is only if mai desired it. cellinia even reaches to remove those black panties on her own for her, a wet line trailing from it thanks to how soaked she is. being touched didn't help her either, but she didn't mind her lover's touch.)
You taste so good....addicting.
(she murmurs it against her stomach, her knees just about on the floor from how much lower she's getting. something that she wanted to say, too. in that hungry tone to her voice for her darling lover, her goddess that cellinia worships in lips and touch. she hadn't gotten to the main course yet, but she can say it. she is addicting, in taste and more. her wolf wants feels it, the baser part of her instincts once more wanting to mark this girl as hers deeply. to decorate her in mating bites while the world never knew what they were doing.
or that they even went so far as to step past client and courier. that was something cellinia thinks doesn't matter, too.)
Ti desidero così tanto, bella signora, guarda cosa mi fai....
(she slips again, her other language despite mai having no idea what the words mean. words which speak more in her eyes that desire. she wants her badly, that is enough to convey it in how cellinia stares at her. how she touches a girl like she's something that should be worshiped. someone too deserving of it in her own sins in life. someone cellinia doubts she'd stop thinking about as she realized earlier. what a beast she is to let go of herself so soon, so much so that cellinia finds it impossible to care about.
she wants to cover her in her scent, everything so that she knows that she'd not be that far away were mai to desire that, too. no matter that, she ignores the baser instincts to pause. she's waiting. waiting for permission, her hands on her thighs and rubbing into them regardless of their roughness. considerate, after earlier whenever she had rushed a little too fast into her lover's cheeky smile.
won't you let her have it again, pretty lady? she only wishes to treat you better than you ever have had.)
Shall we move, then?
(so she can have her fully?)
Edited (decided to edit it to help LOL) Date: 2025-03-01 09:18 am (UTC)
[It only adds to the intimacy, their mutual refusal to look away from each other while satisfying their need to touch and taste. Because Cellinia looks so perfect there, nibbling lovely little marks wherever she sees fit, Mai can't bring her greedy self to be deprived of such a worshipful display. Even if the flush upon her face only grows in its intensity at being watched like this, Mai can't give her lover the satisfaction of seeing her avert her eyes. Or maybe, this eye contact is satisfaction enough for Cellinia, who did admit to a bit of exhibitionism earlier.
The sting of the bite left upon her neck is but a faint memory in the face of more sweet stimulation. It certainly pales in comparison to the feeling of Cellinia getting even wetter the more that Mai touches her, and the breathy sounds she utters whenever Mai's fingers graze over her in just the right way. The power she holds with a touch so simple and yet so demanding-- it brings an indescribable amusement to Mai's expression.]
Hmm...
[It'd be a lie to say that she isn't disappointed when Cellinia moves to kiss a bit lower after having her fill of the tender flesh of her bosom. The change in position makes it difficult for Mai to keep her fingers massaging splendidly between her damp thighs, and the heat that had once graced her fingertips quickly cools in the welcomed chill from the car's air conditioning. Her dismay is swiftly replaced by a wanton fascination when she watches Cellinia pull off that final bit of clothing, revealing just how messy Mai's touch has left her. It makes her heart race to have a complete view of her magnificent body now, especially the telltale glistening that just begs to be licked up. In due time...
When Mai is shifted back into her seat at Cellinia’s urging, she lays back as much as she is able to in the passenger’s side in order to give the woman easy access to more of her body. The revolver in her lap is quickly snatched up and moved away, but Mai’s fingers don't loosen their hold just yet even while she shifts some more. Her finger half-mindlessly strokes the trigger as her ribs are decorated with little blossoms of red and violet.]
Yeah? Can’t get enough of me, right?
[Those are some dangerous words, Cellinia. On the surface, they merely feed the ego of a girl who’s only known suffering and neglect, who handled a significant abandonment extremely hard. Below that, though, they touch a place where those wounds fester and their roots spread out in search of some sort of relief. How intoxicating it is to be wanted so thoroughly that the need is likened to an addiction?]
Hmph. Gonna keep it a secret, those things you’re saying to me?
[Very pretty things, she hopes, at least from the sound of those foreign words rolling off of that eager tongue. Mai draws the hand she’s kept on the back of Cellinia’s head away, but only just enough so that she may cup the woman’s face hovering delightfully over her stomach. A languid trace of her thumbnail over lips that have kissed their way down her body thus far, and a playful smile accompanying her little quip. Sure, Mai could very well bring her revolver into the mix, pressing the cool steel against those lips instead of using her fingers, but her mind has already conjured up quite the idea for how she’ll come collecting on that fantasy that Cellinia had painted for them over their text messages.
In her other hand, she squeezes the gun’s grip even tighter while imagining her lover lapping the barrel with as much enthusiasm as she has been demonstrating on her upper body. Oh, Mai is quite keen on discovering just how skilled that tongue of hers is, very soon. And it’s all too obvious that it’s what Cellinia desires, as well, with her hands running up and down Mai’s soft thighs. It’s achingly attractive, how she waits for permission, ignoring the urge that undoubtedly wants her to keep going, to take Mai right there in the front seat in all of its cramped discomfort.
She knows-- can tell by the way Cellinia stares up at her-- that once that permission is granted, Mai will have practically offered herself up to the mercy of the wild beast lying in wait. Yes, she can see the hints of that beast dancing in the depths of those pretty eyes, and she wonders exactly how it'll rip her to shreds.]
Yeah, let’s do it.
[Cellinia's suggestion is met with an easy enough reply. There's not much to overthink, is there? Not when her breath is already hot over Mai's still-clothed hips, when her hands are already practicing how they might hold her thighs still while her lips get to feasting. They have no reason to refuse themselves for a moment longer-- what an absolutely silly thing to do. Even Mai, enjoying the tease as much as she does, feels a searing impatience threatening her if she doesn't immediately agree and make her own intentions clear.]
I want you.
[She declares it triumphantly enough, as if offering this blunt confession is a prize that Mai is giving out, here. She's played coy up until now, her words dancing around what she actually desires while her actions demonstrated obvious contradictions of intent. This might be the most honest, the most direct she has been. Such a simple admission that conveys plenty in so few words.
Mai does want her, and she wants to be wanted by her. She can't decide which side of the coin appeals to her more, makes her hotter, makes her mouth water in anticipation. The backseat is just a quick scrambling over seats away-- Mai doesn't hesitate to toss her revolver over first before following soon after. She leans back against the door, her legs half draped over the seats, and a teasing hand stroking up her thigh until it meets the dark fabric of her skirt. Her eyes mischievously watch Cellinia, waiting for her to join her in the back.]
Wanna do the honors? [She asks, talking about her last articles of clothing, even while her thumbs hook under the fabric of both her skirt and her impossibly drenched panties, the pale fabric now lewdly transparent over the hot flesh.] But I don't mind finishing the job if you'd rather watch me.
(it is addicting, the rush of heat and that burning urgency welling up inside of her. her mind is like a beast, watching and listening. decorating a body like this woman's in marks that claim it; her own feast and a slow one in displays of want. wanting her, the taste, those pretty barbed words and cheeky glances. how her eyes light up in pleasure, like a weight is lifted somewhat that someone could want her. that someone could ever want to touch her so sweetly, so tenderly without reservations to it. beyond her body, cellinia finds she might even want to know more about her. so much more. a mystery in her own right, but cellinia herself is a mystery in her own ways. a tantalizing one wrapped up in a handsomely striking face, so close to touch and not at the same time about the workings of her mind.
she likes it, the way she responds. that voice could mesmerize her, a little too easily in how she looks up at her goddess in her pause of worshiping her body. her lips brush against her thumb, soft and tender. a soft lick of her tongue against it, almost puppish when she brings her hand near to cup her face, to run her thumb along her plush and bruised lips. a kiss is pressed to her palm, as if in further worship while she thinks about it. if she wants to tell her the things that she said. how it was devoted and feverish whispers in heat driven desire to claim her, to make mai hers in whatever way that wild beast could ever have. how she finds it too natural to chase her and decorate her in those red spots that bloom into lovely bruises for her.
the teeth marks that she left while she hums to herself. they both were playing along with their desires perhaps, this little game that they started together before it went further and further. into boldness, into the present. then being honest a little couldn't hurt.)
I can't help that, the way I want you....
(wanton desires, everything else that may come from their meeting. it didn't matter. she craves it deeply. that she could find herself this hungry and seeking her out after barely knowing her, that's what is interesting. a mess, isn't she? but that's fine, neither of them seem interested in changing how they are on terms of it and cellinia is by no means complaining. not in how after a brief pause she finally answers the other question:)
Do you want a lesson then, while I touch you? Whatever words you're curious about, bella signora.
(too many words, they'd all be full of feverish desire or tenderness. that depends solely on her lover before she gets the idea that they ought to move finally once mai agrees. she's ready to feed that beast within her, that beast which is having her own mouth water at the idea that she can touch her goddess. that she can feel her more. their impatience is mutual, burning thicker in that flame, and she intends to "eat" as much as mai wants to give cellinia. never mind her exhibitionism, how she likes to keep her eyes on the other woman's from a desire to memorize every expression she makes. how she does it for her whenever she crawls back after her, the slow predator that looks over her goddess in thought. does she want to watch her or remove it herself?
if cellinia has to choose, she knows what she desires. cellinia desires it as she comes closer, her battle worn fingers hooking into the sides of her skirt and panties. the scent is strong, strong enough she can smell it. how aroused her lover is, her goddess whenever she starts to pull them down along her legs slowly. to brush her fingers against her thighs again. a little longer, how she stares in such a predatory way that would have driven away someone saner. someone that knew better than to mess with a wild animal, but mai didn't run away. mai met her and here they are, with the wolf herself licking her lips at the thought. she'll taste her in full soon and plans to make mai feel wanted, far too wanted for their own good in both girls cases.
though that is fine, isn't it? she wants her to feel wanted, she held no desire of parting with her if she can help it after their bodies are marked thoroughly by one another. the skirt and panties are tossed to the floor boards shortly after cellinia thinks that, they're both undressed now at their fullest. bared, exposed, and full of desire in the likes of which they both had never given to another. not the way cellinia feels it before deciding her first lesson for her would be interesting, about her other language that is.)
Il profumo di te, mi piace così tanto....which means "the scent of you, I love it so much".
(the words of course are purred out when cellinia begins an ascent upwards, along her legs. her lips kissing along to her thighs, alternating between her lips tenderly worshiping again and her tongue. the further along to her inner thighs she nears, the more she nips, nibbles, even. she wants to especially leave marks there for her goddess. a good spot to hide them at from what she's seen of that skirt. nobody would know her darling wolf bit her inner thighs with love bites in worship of her body.)
Mi fa venire l'acquolina in bocca, bella signora. Or "it makes my mouth water, pretty lady".
(a pause, her breath is hot along the inner part of her thighs before her teeth sinks into sensitive flesh along them slowly. not too far from her intended destination, too, in how she looks up at her. those wild and lovely eyes are all hers. mai could also take pride from that with such an untamable beast that she has in her hands.
one that was taking a chance to repeat the words she says to her so feverishly. who knew the ice queen could be so passionate, so warm when thawed this way?)
....any words you want to hear me say, next, bella signora?
(she'll tell you more, if you wish to hear them, pretty lady. all of them as she feasts and never leaves you at this rate.)
[Truly, Cellinia would only be doing herself a disservice if she were to chalk all of this up to her simply being a mess of a person. It's not entirely a lie, of course-- no one with a proper direction in life would steal away for a brief fling in what's practically the countryside. Or perhaps this is a sentiment that applies to Mai more than her lover. Before this, she had resigned herself to yet another day of pushing her body to its limits in training exercises she so greatly loathed. Another nosebleed after making another stupid bullet, another afternoon spent recovering in bed afterward.
If anything, Mai is the real mess of the two. A mess and a disappointment everywhere that counts and to anyone who matters. Except here, though, with a woman who is practically a stranger and yet gazing at her with such worship in her eyes-- kissing her palm so tenderly like a reverent devotee-- that it's almost enough to delude Mai into thinking she might truly, truly have any meaningful worth.
How fortunate, though, that even these rotten feelings aren't enough to make her shove Cellinia away and retreat back into the bottom of the pit where she's always felt the most safe. No, she's reaching upwards now, wanting to pull herself into the light even if only for the briefest of instances. She wants to pretend, at least, that those eyes only see her for what she displays to the world-- a proud, prickly beauty-- rather than the lonely child she can never seem to shake off. Or more pitiful still, perhaps she could pretend that she might be genuinely be worthy of those deferential eyes.
A deep breath, as Cellinia suggests a little lesson while easing off the remainder of her clothes. It dissipates the uncomfortable thoughts well enough for her to watch the woman's expression as she peels the fabric clinging to Mai's hips. The look on her face says it all, that what Mai is so willingly offering her is enough to make her mouth water with outright need. Such predatory eyes raking over her now-bare thighs, and at the space between that Mai teases by parting them just enough for her to see just how sopping she is after mere touches and kisses.]
Mm, you're a real sweet-talker, aren't you?
[Her words noticeably lack much of the snarkiness she'd otherwise inject into a remark like that. From the deeper flush on her cheeks, it's obvious that it turns her on to hear Cellinia compliment her in such a way. Of course a wolf would be lured in by the heady scent of arousal-- it's practically an invitation to come and feast to its heart's content. It only serves to heighten that arousal, now unobstructed by any bothersome clothes and displayed without shame.
She revels in the verbal tribute while her lover has her way with her inner thighs. Soft gasps and bitten-back moans fill in the silence between Cellinia's lessons, and Mai watches the woman work at leaving her with those promised souvenirs, placed carefully so as not to draw any attention from anyone she'll see after this.]
Hmm...
[As Cellinia offers to give Mai whatever flowery words she wishes to hear, the girl looks upon her beast (who can call herself untamable all she likes, these reverent kisses certainly say otherwise) with a wicked amusement. She can't imagine a visual more stunning than this, with such a face working their way up her parted thighs.
In truth, Mai doesn't need to think that hard about what she's going to ask next. She immediately knows what she wants Cellinia to describe for her, and what she plans on doing to make it all the more delicious.]
Oh-- I think there's something I'd really like to hear you say.
[Without waiting a second longer, she brandishes her revolver and sits back just enough to put a small amount of space between her and Cellinia. To begin, she strokes slowly down the side of the woman's face with the barrel in an affection that's delightfully colored by the taunting in her hazel eyes. The steel tip pushes a stray lock of hair back over her shoulder before trialing back over her collar, and then parting from her body entirely.
Mai pauses for a moment or two, wanting to feed the anticipation, and then smirks as she brings the revolver closer to her own body. She teases it up her inner thigh, over the marks left in the flesh not minutes earlier, before bringing to where she really wants it. Mai keeps her eyes locked onto Cellinia's as she drags the metal between her glistening folds with more than enough showiness. She even sighs blissfully at the sensation, knowing it would feed her lover's fire even further. Up and down she glides the barrel, until it's coated in enough of her juices to satisfy her. With a soft, sardonic chuckle, Mai raises the gun up to Cellinia's mouth, daring her to do what they both know is coming next.]
Tell me-- I wanna hear just how good I taste. Tell me... [An amorous little smile as her eyes darken even more intensely in lust, and she nudges the slick tip of the barrel between those kiss-bruised lips.] ...as you're licking it clean, how badly you want more of it.
[Ah, well, she did promise that she'd make Cellinia work for it, the privilege of drinking her straight from the source.]
(even being trained as a soldier for a familiga can be brutal, admittedly. cellinia herself knows it. she only refused to break to pieces like some lost child because of that tenacity in her. that, and her grandfather. he would have been disappointed had she given up so soon as the apple of his eye. the expectations were plenty to be set upon young shoulders and a desire to see what would be their golden child thrive. grow and thrive, she was not to let down anyone. doing that was in her eyes at the time more a death sentence to see that old man disappointed in her. her father was another story, but that didn't matter in the grand scheme. that struggle in self-confidence and whatever other struggles she held would be familiar to her. in its own ways, anyway.
the stark reminder of that silver wolf more in that other struggle, how she would avoid anything near "kind" for herself. the world ruined her, obsession might in itself, too. but that didn't matter. mai wasn't that girl. not that wolf, she was someone herself. someone designated too much a punching bag by society. had she known, she might have had felt a rage again. that silent anger that gnaws at her in the back of her mind at the thought of cruelty inflicted upon those who were by no means deserving of it. that's always been a sore spot for her. seeing it too much, and feeling that way it twists. threatens to boil over within her. that isn't her focus, now, though.
she is a beauty, don't they say all beauty has its thorns? or that's what cellinia thinks. she's not without her own, even for a handsome face like hers. they only hadn't come out in full for now. not between them. not unless something sets off their more prickly natures into being their own problems. she looks at her like she's worthy, like she means something. isn't that so frightening? someone could see mai that way, and it's a beast of a woman that has had her own struggles. too many for her age, too many for her younger years that would make many wonder how she even lived like this. how she survived. that wasn't an answer she can give, but cellinia knows she has her own view.
it didn't matter, what matters is the way that she finds it too natural to give her attention she's long since craved. a touch which nobody had ever given her, a kindness that might feel like poison in her veins when she feels her ears prick up. those sounds drive her madder, the sighs and how she speaks to her. she can be a sweet talker, charming in how she can talk people out or into something. cellinia's always been good with her words for that. often told that she says pretty things while they all conceded she had a point. her predatory eyes don't leave her for a second.
isn't it only fitting the wild beast also memorizes her lover and her expressions? she doesn't dare treat her as prey, she's more than that as another thing. more than only a meal while she finds herself waiting with patience that's been worn down near the end of its own rope. cellinia stares, her tail sits calmly and her ears hardly conveying her thoughts. what she's thinking about it. only that she's ready to strike when mai pleases, but she also wasn't above striking when her lover wished at other times to see her be feral.
that heady scent growing only tells her that she was in the right direction, thinking that she would love to hear it. how she speaks so smoothly about filthy things that would soon start. how her arousal was mouthwatering, more a turn on for her especially in her predatory desires. those desires mixed with one of reverently worshiping her like something deserving of it. what an interesting lover, this wolf is.
the verbal tributes aside, she finds herself watching closely. the sight of that gun brushing her cheek, the revolver barrel caressing it like mai's hand had almost. cold steel pressed to warm skin along the way before it goes further down, moves her hair aside to reveal those marks mai left on her collar already from earlier. cellinia's amber eyes are lovely as ever in how they look, the darkening of them and how the slits are prominent in her want. how turned on she must be, watching too closely when mai takes the revolver against her folds.
another lick of her lips, the sound of her bliss against the cold steel of that barrel feeding it further. a hungering beast, she feels like one whenever her goddess laughs. that gun barrel was brought near her lips, covered in her wet heat and smelling strongly of her. she wants that, she has to have it. she wants to hear mai's moans and crying out beneath her as she drinks from her. while cellinia gives her more of herself for what should have been a fling between two girls with their own problems and similarities. the tip of it presses to her lips, her lips which kiss it first with a moan soft as ever of her own.
a run of her tongue against it slowly, her eyes don't look away for a second from her face. she wants to see how mai likes this, likes the way her tongue glides along in such a way to savor the taste. cellinia finds she enjoys the taste of her more from this sample in how her eyes teeter into a feral sense of wildness further. like she can barely restrain herself further from being so close, so close to taste yet not enough for more.)
I want it....
(a barely restrained growl is in her voice. the groan of it, and how dark with hunger she must sound. whatever shall they do, in this story? she's so greedy that she has a craving of her own for this woman's body that's going further. possession, from the baser part of her instincts. mark her, mark her goddess. claim her as yours and yours only. don't even dare hold yourself back for a second. show her, devote yourself, the run of her tongue is thorough, the taste of her goddess turns the wild wolf on further in how she's staring up at her.
how her hands resist the urge to part her legs for more of a taste, the way they run along up and down her thighs. a near frantic desire in that, poor wolf. she must really be at her wits end now, isn't she? and all of it is for the eyes of one hazel eyed beauty who seems more and more proud of herself. more greedy for all the things this wolf has to offer. it's incredible, isn't it?)
I need all of you, the way you taste and the way you moan for me....I need all of it, how delectable it is, and it makes me crave you more. It's driving me madder, this desire. This want to make you mine, only mine.
(the possessive part of her mind makes itself clear, how cellinia feels that urge. would it be too much for her, or would mai be delighted to have a wolf that wants to mark her as solely being hers? that much of a freak, even, in how cellinia already stands out from her features and everything about herself.
it's like asking if she would want to be hers, without knowing what it could mean for them after the first meeting.)
[Obsession will ruin them both, after today. Perhaps it already has ruined them, laying the jagged edges of their disappointing lives side by side, and bringing them closer and closer along the similarities until a new image is created. It's beautiful, in a manner that's almost abnormal-- a wolf and a human, drawn to each other by chance, lured by the promise of the physical and yet linked in ways they couldn't yet fathom.
It is indeed frightening. How many stories have been told, the cautions of parents given to their children-- beware of the forest's depths, beware of the wolves that lurk about, waiting to devour human flesh. Mai has heard them, too, probably read them in some tattered book she and her sister snuck into their room as children, poured over in hushed voices under a dim light. They knew, deep down, that their parents wouldn't give a damn if they wandered in the path of some ravenous beast. In fact, any wolf who snatched away these disappointments for a quick meal would be doing the Zen'in clan a favor. Maki had always protected her from the monsters, telling her to keep her eyes closed as she led her to safety, always. But Maki isn't protecting her anymore, and now Mai is forced to keep her eyes open in order to save herself.
So it's absolutely frightening, when Mai is confronted with the the beast from those stories, staring into each other's eyes. There's a hunger there, as warned, but it isn't just hunger, or rather it isn't one that promises to tear her limb from limb. It's a primal need for her body, for her pleasure. It's an even deeper desire to offer a devotion that Mai has never known in her short life. It's a curious kind of sweetness that is indeed a poison in her veins, coursing with each quick beat of her heart pumping it further throughout her body, feeding on her slowly before any symptoms even present. Mai will be charmed so thoroughly by this handsome wolf before she realizes that she's been tainted-- and by that point she might be too far gone to care for the antidote.
Oh, but she might already be on this unusual path, the way she enthusiastically puts on a pretty little display like this just for Cellinia. As soon as the wolf had purred in that foreign tongue (and translated immediately after) that the scent of her was so tempting and mouthwatering, Mai felt wonderfully emboldened to see that desperation for her grow in those reverent, amber eyes. It makes her even hotter being watched as she teases herself with her revolver, hotter still when Cellinia licks her lips before pressing a dutiful kiss to the tip of the barrel, and moaning softly as she does.]
Oh... [Mai breathes, her eyes bright and entranced by the sight.] Yeah, that's a good girl...
[Mai absolutely loves watching Cellinia use her tongue like this, gliding it over the sticky steel as she licks up every bit of the arousal coating it. No, don't look away for a single instant, you glorious wolf. This is even better than what Mai could have pictured from Cellinia's bold messages, even more magnificent than anything she has ever witnessed. Her free hand reaches out, and cups gently beneath the woman's chin, holding her in place while her tongue laps at the barrel slowly. It's so utterly intimate, and Mai doesn't even think to rupture the moment by being rough or harsh.]
Just like that, don't leave a single drop, okay...?
[Her voice is a sweet coo, a gentle encouragement for such a devoted lover. All the while, her eyes still bear a mischievous glimmer, though nothing ill-intended. She's enjoying this far too much, after all, falling just a bit more for the wolf in her grasp from the way she keeps her eyes trained on the girl above her.
When Cellinia finally declares her basest desires to Mai, it feeds the fire that Mai decides would be absolutely gratifying to let consume her whole.]
You want me to be yours-- just yours?
[Mai replies with a husky laugh. This adventure of theirs has taken quite the turn, hasn't it? The exhilaration she feels almost makes her dizzy, and it liberates her to play along with Cellinia's possessiveness. Play along-- though she's doing far more than that, already in deeper than she knows.]
If you need that-- need it so badly that you'll do anything for me-- then that means that you're going to be all mine, too.
[Because she can see it in Cellinia's eyes, feel it in the impatient way her hands rub up and down Mai's slightly trembling thighs, that this wolfish woman would do anything Mai asked. She already has, every step of the way to this point. This dangerous, beautiful wolf, whisking her into this forest, pleading with her for the chance to devour her and never let her go. And with Mai agreeing to it the way that she is, what will come of it after today?]
All mine, got it? And always by my side.
[She squeezes the hand under Cellinia's jaw briefly before sliding it up to cradle her cheek. A lover's gentle touch, juxtaposed against the feverish passion in her eyes.]
Say "yes," Cellinia... and I'll give you exactly what you want.
[Mai will be more than happy to liberate her from the madness eating her alive, offering up her own taste, her cries, and then surrendering herself finally to Cellinia's beastly claim.]
(isn't it always different when something like this happens? the world is interesting. unusual and more, their lives are one thing that they may speak about given time. cellinia wouldn't even dare to talk about anything that mai tells her in confidence were she to desire it. perhaps she might even talk more on her struggles, revealing she never once stopped feeling angry. how much she despised it. that given time she felt that anger ease and relax, relax into something less tempered. less dangerous for those involved. it dulled whenever she grew in those seven years worth of distractions, the close bonds that she formed. everything. but she understands it, the frightening part of herself. how her eyes must be scary. that look in them that would never fade away from how she eyes her.
dangerous, threatening to whisk away a girl who deserved better. kill the monsters herself without a second thought, that's a thought that stays. she's the most (im)perfect knight a girl could ever ask for. flawed in her own ways, but beautifully flawed in how she knows that. how she keeps her feelings as something to hold close to her chest. this kindness, this sweetness she poisons her with in reverence and passion is only part of that dam holding within her so much. who else but another disappointment and broken soul could understand that? the wild wolf was tired in her own story, doubtful and angry. now she's less tired, less of her doubt and anger. she's free, free in that desire to live and live despite it all. her wish was always that. live freely, no matter what regrets she may have.
and maybe....maybe she thinks to herself that they both never got to live by mai's desire to face the wolf. that this was another piece of their disappointing and misery filled lives, in some ways even for cellinia that binds them. she doesn't want the antidote, either. she wants to keep drowning, falling into that pool together as they fade and hope something such as what remains of their hearts would keep them safe. safe alone and in one another's arms. while those that once hurt mai might even be dead and gone by the time cellinia is through with them if it came to that.
there is no changing that, if pushed then one broken girl would be the farthest from their worries by the time the big bad wolf is done with them. that wolf who would take her far away on request as mai pleases. perhaps, it'd be better to say they're like red riding hood had taken the wolf in and promised her something. that promise had become something more that wasn't only their wanton desires and everything physical that had been planned for a tryst. it was something more beneath the surface. her eyes on her, cellinia finds it harder to think. to think about anything more, with each run of her tongue.
dedicated and devoted. her grandfather might even have been proud of cellinia for giving a lover such devotion that she deserves. she deserves the world, is something he'd have said while reminding his precious granddaughter to protect her with everything that she has.
those eyes will never leave mai, not even for one second. the intimate licks of that gun barrel, her hand on cellinia's chin, it's blissful in itself. she doesn't move away, she's hardly minding that and the way it feels more intimate and tender between them. this wolf wasn't wasting any drops of her arousal, the taste like a delicacy to her and one that cellinia craves intensely. that pounding of her own heart is ringing through her ears. if there was another mistake made now, it was when she heard her question. that question asked after her baser and animalistic instincts had made its own desire known from her.
the laughter in her voice husky, not even minding.
what catches her attention is when her lover speaks, she wants to own her too. she wants to make cellinia hers, only hers. a desire that's mutual again. a wolf's own can be intense, and it isn't as if cellinia hadn't told her. her possessive streak might even be dangerous for people in how she'd glare at them for trying to lay a finger on mai. more than that while their eyes are locked, while cellinia's hands are making an attempt to not seem too desperate in how they rub into her thighs.
she wanted it. she wants it badly, another mistake on their growing list which would only be further enhanced by the next day in how the wolf in all of her beauty and loveliness is barely restraining herself. she wants what she wants. she wants this girl, she needs her far too badly for it to be considered near sane in the way cellinia hardly had to think about her answer.
she might never think much about it when it comes to mai depending when she desires something from the wolf that is threatening to keep her forever as her own.)
Yes.
(she breathes it out, the run of her tongue along the now clean barrel having had stopped. she's above her, but not for long in how she intends to go lower. to treat her to more than only a tryst and a moment they would have simply said was done in passing. cellinia is hungry, but mai is hungry and greedy, too. that's nothing she minds. she never would mind it whenever her hands pause.
they only pause to stay in place along her lovers thighs, her thighs which cellinia was holding with care despite the desperation and more thrumming in her veins when she leans her cheek into that hand. like something soft for what they both intend.)
[That freedom to embrace life and live it fully, the freedom that Cellinia had killed for, might one day become something Mai covets for herself, should their pasts ever become unfurled to one another. After all, there would always be monsters lurking about, waiting to steal any happiness they can get their disgusting hands on. And such monsters exist everywhere, from the dark alleys of the city center, to the time-worn hallways of the family home. Unfeeling, single-minded beasts, the lot of them.
But not Cellinia, whose sharp eyes, keen ears, and pretty tail would absolutely paint her as a true beast in the presence of those who wear human faces-- these humans who are capable of acts just as unspeakable as those a demon might carry out in the name of tradition. Even the bites she has left thus far all along Mai's body, marked with teeth that could certainly draw blood with ease, are far more ravishing than anything that any human has ever pressed upon her flesh. And now, at least, she feels far more beautiful under Cellinia's intense watch than she had with anyone else.
Talk about addicting feelings... ]
Mmm.
[With the barrel sufficiently licked spotless, Mai draws it back, her hand still wrapped around the grip as she moves to drape both arms around Cellinia looming above her for now. The blunt end of the grip nestles against the muscles of the wolf's firm back. It feels so right, holding her like this while she kneels between Mai's legs.]
Tell me again.
[She murmurs her request softly, looking up at her devoted wolf with a cheekiness in her smiling expression, and an unmistakable neediness in her eyes. She wants to hear it again, that Cellinia is promising herself to Mai in return for having Mai to herself. Is this some twisted form of a binding vow? Mai can't possibly imagine what Cellinia could hope to gain from possessing her-- a pretty little lover who might make her life a touch more difficult? At least her lover is clearly not lacking when it comes to strength, something that Mai can silently admit to coveting in other people, well-aware of how little she herself has ever had. Well-aware, even, that she might never be strong enough to be anything other than a sidekick, as generous a role that is for her.
Could that ever be enough for someone like Cellinia, who seems self-assured enough to handle life on her own? Somewhere down the line, an ugly fear may once again rear its head, whispering cruelly to Mai that she's too weak and pitiful-- always meant to be left behind again.
Nevertheless, right now, she yearns to hear Cellinia declare herself to Mai again. In that charming foreign tongue, even, if she so desires. At least then, would Mai not need her to give another lesson, unless she wanted to utter more promises into her ear. She will wait for her answer, but she is far too impatient for another kiss-- she tilts her head up and steals one quickly, capturing Cellinia's lips between hers and and slipping her tongue inside to deepen their contact.]
Oh, no...
[Her voice bears a tone of mock disappointment when their kiss breaks, and when she pulls away just a bit to grin up at Cellinia, there's a definite impishness dancing in her eyes.]
I can't just taste that much of myself on you.
[A lie, of course. Cellinia has the flavor of Mai's musk all over her tongue, an unmistakable taste that they share when Mai kisses her. The both of them know it, just as they both know what Mai is insinuating with this remark.]
Do something about it, won't you?
[An invitation for the wolf to feast herself on her lover, as she so plainly aches to do. Or permission to do so, if such an idea would appeal more to the dedicated and devoted aspects forged in Cellinia, courtesy of her upbringing.]
(she can't help it, how it would be something she'd do once again. another family gone, another disappearing by the hands of one person who was by no means welcomed by those within the old country. she didn't care. it didn't matter to them that she had her reasons, the daughter ending her own father and seeking nothing more than to disappear. disappear with that anger as she craved to forget it all, for herself to no longer be remembered as she ran away. far, far away from what once had been a place revered by her grandfather. the man that imparted her in many things. lessons that she never forgot about, regardless of how different she is now.
the beasts could lurk anywhere, she isn't the least bit normal and yet there was plenty to say about humans who were worse than monsters. not even cellinia is so terrible as a wild wolf. she was so tender, so slow as she touched her body. the wolf who only could marvel at how beautiful she is, her hands so gentle in their touch and her body so near for her lover. mai was to be treated so beautifully in general by her hand, the way cellinia caresses her thighs in wait. despite her impatience, she couldn't resist. touching her felt so much better than not while they're alone in this car.
cellinia between her legs, above her and feeling those urges strongly.
addiction, it's like a poison, too. in their kisses, in the way they react to their words. bold and more. further, further as it comes and goes in their hands. she can tell, she can see it in her eyes. that neediness, being told that she wants to be hers. that she wants her and wants mai to have her, the wolf that looks down at her without question. without even minding that she wants to hear it again, those pretty words from cellinia's mouth. how beautiful, like music they are to match the sensual tone in the background for them.)
I want to be yours....
(those kiss bruised lips, murmuring it close to mai's own whenever she closes the distance. that stolen kiss for the moment gets her to moan again, her tongue licking again into mai's. her taste on her tongue, the musk of it from her arousal and more stirs that beast within her further. brings it out so naturally whenever cellinia feels it. between that and the grip of the revolver against her back, her mind isn't racing any longer with what she focuses on. she focuses on what she wants so much more whenever that impish look and grin on her lips is telling on what was to come next.
her lover wants more than that, she wants cellinia to devour and cover her tongue in her taste. more of it. of course, it appeals to her. that permission and everything granted to her to feast tenderly on her. in the future, she might even promise her dearly that she wouldn't leave. not the way she did another in the past who was driven by obsession to do with everything related to this handsome wolf. no. unlike back then, she'd perhaps even promise so much more after seeing how much this girl has gone through.
she'd promise her freedom if she sought it in whatever ways her heart in its own twisted desires might ever crave. would this count as a binding vow, truly? that's more a mystery in how for a vow, it's by no means the same in practice. not in how she's giving her more than others had ever dared to. those monsters in her life can disappear for a time, as long as she's wanted by her when cellinia steals another deep kiss of her own. briefly, before she begins again her descent. she would leave her more marks wherever mai desired most at another time.
she wants something more, and it's clearer that they both do.
between her thighs properly, kneeling down is this wolf. a hand moves to touch along her glistening lips, to run her fingers along them. her mouth waters again at the heady scent of arousal, the strength of it when cellinia presses a kiss to her there. those bruised lips ever dutiful in worship before her tongue licks into that wet heat slowly. like earlier, she enjoys the taste. a lovely hum and sound leaves her as if pleased before her slow licks steadily pick up the pace for her lover.
her goddess. a wolf's tongue would feel different from a human's, much more different. everything about her in some ways would differ in her anatomy down to the way that she's not rushing too much. she's as devoted as ever, how cute of her in the way her sharp ears seem to prick up again despite herself in delight. half from the feast cellinia is having and other half from that urge to claim her being met.
cellinia did at least intend to treat her well, treat her right. if she wants to make another mistake, then the wolf would bring her home with her at any time after they surrender themselves fully. that wasn't going to be taken off as an offer from that urge in her more baser instincts to have her near after earlier. the wolf wouldn't dare dream of leaving her goddess alone in the cruel grasps of her reality when she isn't there.
if only to let her feel alive herself, the way that cellinia once hadn't had the plreasure of having in her life. that didn't come until later, later when she already was on the verge of going down a far worse path from her own suffering.
far too much of it, truly, had she not been found in time by the beast she considers her father figure.)
[To be touched so beautifully, and with such a tenderness-- one would never expect it from a woman who had to harden herself after enduring some terrible hardships heaped upon her by the world. Those hands that caress Mai so sweetly, those hands that have taken lives, stroke her thighs with such care that it would seem that she was always meant to give the most considerate of touches. Never mind the callouses that contrast these hands from Mai's. It all means very little when the task at hand is undertaken with such a gentleness that conceals the bloodshed that they're capable of.
Perhaps one day in the far future, those same hands that could free Mai from the life she is chained to, might hold her afterward with the same tenderness shown to her in this moment, right now. No matter if they're freshly drenched in the blood of her kin-- perhaps that could be a beautiful, twisted memory they make together.
Cellinia speaks the words Mai wishes to hear again, and it melts another layer of tension Mai hardly knew she was carrying. It rouses a vulnerability she was so certain she'd keep deeply concealed, agitating it and revealing something precious she thought she had shattered and buried within herself out of necessity. If she could, neglected and needy girl as she is, Mai would make Cellinia say those words until her voice is hoarse. She'll bite her tongue, though, and won't demand it.
Then, you're mine now.
Rapidly, her heartbeat thrums beneath her breast, and whenever Mai tries to suck in a breath, it just ends up shaky and more shallow than she'd like. Cellinia captures her mouth in one more deep kiss before she heeds the girl's suggestive hint, but Mai almost wants to keep her there in their kiss, her arms still draped about her neck, their eyes looking into one another's, searching. What is she looking for, exactly? The answer eludes her. Perhaps it is simply another second beneath those reverent amber eyes, something to anchor onto before they part to chase a deeper pleasure. It's silly, surely, to feel compelled to give into such sentimental things...
It's fine. The neediness she feels all the more strongly will be fulfilled in a different way, one that's far more carnal. It isn't such a terrible sight, Cellinia lowering herself to kneel finally between Mai's legs, at last able to indulge in what they both crave. Her gaze is trained on the wolf, watching her eyes behold her "meal," so hot and dripping wet for her. Mai gasps lightly when Cellinia strokes her fingers along her sensitive lips, her eyes narrowing slightly at the contact that makes her ache all the more intensely. She opens her legs a bit further, reflexively, wanting that touch even more, as much as she can get. Certain sensitive spots caressed by those rough, pretty fingers will earn the woman a low, appreciative whimper or two.
It's only when Cellinia leans in to press a kiss against her sex does it draw a particularly delicious whine from Mai's lips. Her free hand grasps at the leather headrest of the seat beside her, wanting to brace herself before the show really begins. She swallows thickly in anticipation while she soaks up the image of Cellinia, ever-devoted, kissing her there slowly before slipping her tongue out to truly taste her from the source. The sensation is splendid enough to have Mai groaning loudly, now, craning her head back to rest against the window of the backseat door. All the while, her eyes are determined to never tear away from woman pleasuring her so perfectly. Little by little, that lovely tongue works between her sensitive folds, lapping up the arousal that flows more plentifully at the continuous stimulation. It feels even better than she could have ever fathomed, being so dutifully tasted by such an unfamiliar sensation. A deep blush creeps upon her cheeks as she thinks, any person-- any human-- who had come before really doesn't compare, at all... ]
Y-You... [With the cool end of the barrel, Mai brushes aside the dark bangs covering her lover's face. She wants to see, wants to see every bit she can rake her eyes over.] You're so pretty, like this...
[Just like this, with her face nestled beautifully between Mai's lightly quivering thighs. The compliment falls more easily than it normally would from her lips, but the sweet pleasure that tingles up her spine makes her cheeky personality soften some. She sets her revolver down-- still close enough within reach, of course-- and uses her now-free hand to rake through Cellinia's dark hair, her nails lightly grazing her scalp while she murmurs more soft words of praise. It doesn't escape her attention how her fluffy ears prick up, and the sight amuses Mai more than she imagined it would. In between caressing Cellinia's head, she curiously takes an ear between her fingers and strokes it languidly, before repeating the same action with the other.]
C-Cute...
[It really is. Cute, in all of its unusual nature, those ears belong to a wolf of all things, though a gorgeous one at that. But Mai feels far too good too be all that conflicted over such things, and simply lets out low, breathy moans in return for Cellinia's skilled mouth.]
(against herself, she can even say she feels that sentimentality strongly. the wolf is not one to ever dare let go of someone when she finds herself that enraptured by them, entranced and brought in so close. she was a contradiction in her own way. hands that could harm, kill others, but she treats her softly. like some part of her could tell by looking that she's as tired as cellinia had once been. her body feels the burn of heat, the ache of want and need while she keeps those beautiful eyes on her. her tongue is slow, languid in itself in each lick of her arousal. a meal perhaps, but one that cellinia is savoring it in her sounds.
that craving, her fingers brush against sensitive thighs. along the bite marks she left for mai while looking up at her through those pretty lashes of hers. cellinia isn't always good at this, not in a normal sense for a girl like her, with flirting and displays of affection. but for a change, she shows it. she shows more with her honesty in each sound she hears, the passing by of every second feeling slower than earlier in their indulgence. the anticipation from that lovely voice is music to her ears, her more animalistic side.
she's loving it as the taste of her musk and wetness coats her tongue with each lap of it.
her lips would be a mess, too, but that isn't something she cares about. not at the moment that she'd taste heavily of mai by the time she's done. she doesn't pause, she doesn't for a moment even as she shows her devotion. her utter devotion, while mai reaches to move her bangs out of the way with the barrel of her revolver. those lovely eyes are locked on her face again, on her eyes again. the hunger in her expression had softened to something tender for a beast. a lonely, lone wolf letting down her own guard for once in her life. for a change, one that might have astonished those people in her life that cared about her. that all had wondered if cellinia might one day let herself be at ease, not always looking ready to run away.
she wasn't with her for this moment, this moment of her fingers rubbing gently into mai's thighs. the claws along them could even rake lines on them lightly if she wanted, but cellinia didn't. isn't it funny that the beast, the wolf, doesn't want to hurt her without it being something she wanted? a wild animal felt more for her and her struggles than the world had dared to.
she's fixated and more on watching the way that she moans, the groans. the length of her tongue can be....useful, to put it plainly. a little too useful for its own good in how she knows how to use it. the more bestial part of her instincts is pleased, pleased from how cellinia is making her own hums of pleasure from every drop she's getting of her lover.
enough that she feels her ears prick up more at being told how pretty she looks while between her legs. seems that the instincts of canines are stronger in wolves than she'd like to admit from how her tail almost wants to wag. being praised must do something to her, but she wouldn't dare speak about that. she's not a pet. or so she's often reminded others that had tried to say such pretty things to her, whether they were in bed or not together.
though maybe there are exceptions in how her fluffy ears twitch subtly at the attention given after that scratch to her head. they're comfortable, she doesn't even recoil away from mai reaching for them. it seems that cellinia has considerable trust in her to not abuse them in their soft fluff and more, the piercings in her right ear even move from each twitch of them at the attention she receives.
ah, that really did it. in how her pace starts to pick up, her tongue going from languid strokes along her lips to faster. less languid, more hungry, and perhaps even more excited than she might mention from the praise and treatment she's receiving. though it didn't stop her from murmuring:)
Mi fai impazzire....
(sensitive ears, a weakness found by her lover. even up to the tips of them can be. the sharpness of them cute in their own way while cellinia thinks to herself that she set herself up now for them getting more attention. she doesn't always move them, not for just anyone.)
[Keeping their eyes on one another during this act feels almost as intimate as the act itself. Cellinia is watching her with such a soothing determination that it feels like an invitation-- or a gentle challenge, even-- to behold her, to take in just the way she's so thoroughly pleasuring her. Mai can already tell, and with a sliver of annoyance directed at herself, that it will probably be those wolfish eyes, so pretty in their hungry affection, that really bring her over the edge when the time comes.
That isn't to say that she isn't absolutely in love with how skillfully Cellinia's mouth enjoys its fill of her. She keeps her pace steady to start, considerate in the way she doesn't want to overwhelm Mai by playing the ravenous beast one would normally expect of her. It's enough to make Mai feel practically electric, alight with sensations she has only felt echoes of before, if at all. Her whimpers, almost pitiful in their sweetness, fill the air and mingle with the soft music still playing, with even Cellinia's approving hums at her own handiwork.]
Mmm... like that, like that...
[A sensual desperation colors her words, punctuated by sharp gasps and needy sighs. The hand she grips at the headrest joins the other at Cellinia's head, alternating between between holding her closer against her stuttering hips, and petting her adoringly when the sensations are gentle enough for her to calm down momentarily. In those moments, some distant voice in her mind asks her what any of this will accomplish-- the pretty words of devotion and this mind-searing delight that comes after-- but Mai can't figure out an answer that's satisfactory enough. Everything that they're doing, everything that they've said, all of it simply feeds her own base desire to be cherished and kept close.
That's all, but that should be enough, shouldn't it? Cellinia isn't asking her to be any better, any more composed than she is being right now, giving into a carnal ecstasy that's only mounting with every pass of her tongue along her wet, sensitive lips. All Cellinia expects--at least, Mai hopes-- is for her to give in and enjoy it, every bit she has to offer. And a weaker Mai would accept it, accept it all and walk away feeling like some part of her is now tied to another, leaving her wanting. But a different voice in the back of Mai's mind demands that she take just as much, if not more, once Cellinia's kisses taste of nothing else but Mai's ecstasy.]
Oh...!
[But all of those voices dissipate in an instant. Mai feels herself melting again when Cellinia dips her tongue deep, deeper into her heat, causing her walls to flutter reactively around the blissful intrusion. And when she drags it out in favor of lapping at her slick lips once more, the flat of her tongue brushing up against that very sensitive nub of flesh, Mai utters a surprised, high-pitched cry. Her fingers tangle roughly in the woman's long, dark hair-- Mai avoids her ears, though mostly without thinking of it-- and she grips her head with a bit of intensity. She's torn between pushing her off just a bit, or pulling her closer for more of that perfect feeling.
After calming down from a jolt of pleasure like that, Mai feels her mind go fuzzy for a split-second, and she only registers that Cellinia has said something after she finishes speaking. It takes her a second longer, still, to realize that those words make no sense to her. Cellinia, it seems, had grown impassioned enough to slip back into her mother tongue. Whether from the reactions that Mai is giving her, or the way she idly caresses her sharp ears, Mai isn't too sure. Perhaps it's both? She hopes so, because she has no intention of holding back on either, going forward.]
Wh-What?
[The way she asks, her voice still thick with beautifully frustrated pleasure, is almost cute. This brief respite from Cellinia's eager tongue gives Mai a chance to catch her breath. Her chest rises and falls quickly, a slight sheen of sweat from the excitement dampening her skin. She's certainly quite the vision, covered in all of the love bites nibbled onto her from earlier. But Cellinia is even more striking, if possible, with her lips and chin already dripping with Mai's essence. It stokes a burning need in the girl to yank her up so she can kiss her oh so wetly, but she can feel the inkling of her climax creeping ever closer upon her. Choices, choices... ]
(that brief pause, she considers translating, but cellinia finds she might want to do it after. not with how her lover stares at her, those eyes and that beautiful face. she is a vision, someone that tickles the part of her instincts that are often neglected to be "civilized" somewhat. in how they were provoked, that is, not the way that the rest of her mind treats her tenderly. there's more to focus on as her chin and lips are wet with her lover's arousal, from that intense need of her own. what mai gets is a smirk of her own, something that really brings out those eyes again as if to say "it's a secret". but it was something good.
she wouldn't have had her beautiful eyes light up the way that they had if it wasn't.
like she knows a secret, a beautifully spoken secret before she runs the flat of her tongue along that sensitive nub of flesh again. the length of it eager from each lick, from her more passionate change of pace at its intrusion within her in its explorative entrance to that wet heat again. how it runs along her inner walls, deeper than any human tongue can get. she can tell her lover shouldn't be kept waiting long. not in how the wolf's eyes are burning in the way they stare at her. a greed, a need for more while those rough hands rub into her thighs and her nose nudges against her clit slightly from her eager eating.
in how she's held close, close then not close by those soft hands. the caress of her sharp ears, which seem to revel in attention of their own despite herself. amusing, she would say at any other time she isn't a dog or someone's pet, and yet she's allowing this girl to touch along sensitive areas. her ears, anyway. that was indeed both. her reactions and the idle caresses. cellinia might even tell her after about them being sensitive, even with her knowing she's signing herself up for more trouble in how mai has enough trust to touch them without her reacting poorly.
her tongue is alternating its work, deeper licks and massaging along her walls and eager ones along her lips. a part of her did wonder if this was a good idea, but did it matter? they've come this far, and it seems both sides have a small realization that they'd be leaving this without their earlier thoughts of it being one time. that they can equally let out their greedy desires. cellinia wouldn't even let her go without a fight as another bonus for this girl and her suffering. that she has a beautiful girl, so lovely and more, so wild....all of it in her hands. another feat to be sure, not one that might be welcomed.
but that didn't mean cellinia wasn't any less willing for a goddess who was often mistreated, expected to quietly take it while forced to carry on through this miserable lot in life that had been shoved on her. she's humming again to herself. the taste is addicting, and it might not ever leave her mind that she wants all of her. not in how there's pretty moans of her own as soft as they are from her own lips, muffled by her tongue being busy with each lick into her essence.
she's not taking those daring eyes off her, those eyes that dare to be too beautiful. so sharp and mesmerizing in how they stare, the predatory hunger in them that mixes into want and desire. she didn't demand anything of her, that is true, but cellinia see's it more as if her lover wants to be greedy and also chase her then who is she to deny that? she isn't the easiest to pursue herself on a good day, in how her demeanor can leave so much to be desired. too much, genuinely. it did little to stop how she's waiting, she wants to watch her fall over the edge in pleasure.
she wants to see all of it.
how she might cry out when she climaxes, how much this lovely face might be on her mind to the point of haunting away her darkest nightmares. making them fade to the thought of her ecstasy, her cries of pleasure. that'd be better than dreams of death, blood spilled in dreary rain that seemed to be constant. rain that she was often fond of against her own better judgment in how she likes to feel it against her skin in her mixed view of that from time in the motherland.
maybe even she might dream of her in that rain, kisses and passion within it. driven by that greed again that seems bottomless.
[Ah, so Cellinia has a bit of cheekiness to her now, does she? How funny, that the tables are turned on Mai when she's this vulnerable and at the wolf's mercy. It might've stung a little if those amused lips weren't coaxing such bliss from her depths. Either those words aren't something Mai really needs to know at this moment, or Cellinia chooses not to spare another second separated from her at the risk of losing momentum of bringing her lover to her peak.]
Tch...
[That click of her tongue holds far less menace than it normally would, but she's too proud not to answer that handsome smirk with a retort. Or an attempt at one, anyway.]
Y-You think you're so--
[So what? Whatever thought she hopes to gasp out is quickly cut short by another drawn-out groan the instant Cellinia resumes her efforts at worshipping Mai with her mouth until she comes. It's clear from the way she laps feverishly at her clit again that she's in pursuit of more of Mai's little exclamations. And she'll receive them, of course, as many as she desires to draw from her with that dutiful mouth, so quick to learn what causes Mai's body to shudder and sing for her. Whatever shred of reluctance Mai has towards getting loud for her lover crumbles as she's eaten out with a more passionate vigor. Her panting groans overpower whatever is playing on the car speakers, interspersed with strained curses muttered under her breath.
Her hands tremble as she pets Cellinia's hair, running her palms as tenderly as she can manage over her fluffy ears, mesmerized by their little reactions whenever attention is lavished on them. Rather than merely a sweet distraction from the erotic sight of Cellinia feasting on her, Mai feels a tiny bit of pride that she, too, can touch her lover in such a pleasing way while she indulges in most of the pleasure being doled out. Once she's made aware of just how much Cellinia enjoys having them played with, Mai won't be able to resist taking the opportunities to tease her to her heart's content. She might even be thinking, her mind as hazy and unfocused as it is right now, of ways she might be able to play with those precious ears once their roles are reversed.]
Cellinia.
[With an urgency that can only mean one thing, Mai pronounces her name between breathy whimpers and grips the back of her head with a strength she'd only muster up in a fit of desperation such as this. It's amazing, so amazing, she needs this badly, and it's not enough-- What a flurry of emotions that barrage her in the throes of intense pleasure. Her heart wants to leap from her chest with how strongly it thumps against her ribs, and her body alternates between tensing fiercely and melting even further under Cellinia's attention.]
You can't-- You can't stop...
[Her voice nearly breaks as she forces out a pathetic little order, one that sounds so much more like a heartfelt plea, if Mai were to allow herself to beg a little. Not this time, no, but from all of this, Cellinia is at least deeply familiar with some of the ways she can really have Mai seeing stars. A dangerous privilege to have, without a doubt-- but in the wolf's clever hands, it could very well mean more delicious rendezvous like this in the future. No, these meetings will have to keep happening. Mai would make certain of it, even it means pursuing the big bad wolf, this time.
Now at last at the precipice of euphoria, Mai holds Cellinia firmly between her thighs and shamelessly grinds her hips needily against her tongue, wanting it on every single nerve that tingles achingly at her core. The fervent, muffled moans that Cellinia hums against her heat send just the right amount of vibrations between her hips, sharp shocks up her spine. Her cries, high and desperate, are just as sharp, tumbling over themselves in between pleas that sound exactly like Cellinia's name. She dares not look away from her lover's voracious eyes, even as her own grow shiny with the heightened sensations from her looming climax. She only screws her eyes shut, an incoherent sob on her lips, when something in her snaps and makes her body seize powerfully.
There it is, there it is-- wave after wave of her orgasm crashing over her, drowning her in the way it leaves her gasping for breath between her shaky vocalizations. At some point, one of her hands goes to Cellinia's upon her thigh, digging her fingernails in her skin as she squeezes tightly, wanting to hold onto her in any way she possibly can while she rides out this incomparable pleasure.
Let them both haunt one another from this moment of pure exhilaration. Mai can say with absolute certainty that she'll never forget this feeling, the snowball effect of one little, risky decision that has become a sensation that seizes every fiber of her entire being. Let her dream of it, ache for it even in her sleep, making each tortuous day alive worthwhile as long as Cellinia is what awaits her in the depths of the night.]
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Date: 2025-02-28 06:08 am (UTC)Mai's arms are folded tightly over her chest, her leg crossed one over the other, bouncing anxiously in effort to quell the stubborn need pooling in her lower stomach. They're getting closer, closer, to everything. All that they've been inching painfully towards. The searing touches were hardly enough, only serving to compound the feeling of being driven crazy. Her heart is pounding so strongly that she can practically feel it in her throat, and she has to force herself to breathe deeply a few times, lest the shallow breaths she's been taking cause her to be too light-headed to take charge of this affair.]
If you are, then I'm glad we left campus. I don't need you showing off in front of anyone I know.
[So she is an exhibitionist. Luckily, not so devoted to this aspect that she'd brush off Mai's demand for privacy. Mai isn't going to thank her for it, but at least she knows what mortification she has avoided in the form of being caught by any of the Kyoto sorcerers. She'd never live it down-- and it's why she'll likely never bring her new woman back to the dorms. Goodness only knows how loud a wild beast might force her to be when it really comes down to it... ]
Oh-- so I'm the lucky one, huh?
[Her voice has a sharp edge to it, half borne of indignation at Cellinia's bold statement, and half in frayed nerves. It's only made more extreme when the vehicle rolls up to a suitable spot in that tree-flecked area. There's enough space for the car to idle or make an exit whenever the moment calls for it, but the dirt road ends at the clearing, disappearing into the grass sprouting beneath the tires. There-- exactly what they were looking for, a slice of barely-trained nature carved away from nosy eyes. It suits them, no? Given that the two of them are equally lacking in restraint, with every creeping second.
Mai's hazel eyes scan the spot from behind the windshield and passenger window, searching in an almost frenzied manner for anything that might disrupt them, anything that she'd regret not addressing if she just leaps into what she came here for. Nothing. For good or ill, the last bit of tape is sliced away. Well, then, now Cellinia can have her undivided attention. and Mai expects nothing less than the same in return, as she hears the hum of the engine quiet down as it's cut.]
Pretending you're so tamed, aren't you?
[Mai half-forgets that she's the one who asked Cellinia to be a good girl for her in exchange for using her skin as a canvas for her lips. Her mouth feels dry, like the words that hang on her tongue would rather cling there than spill over and fill the gaps of silence-- anything that would prolong the inevitable. There's nothing left, now, is there? No further hurdle for them to jump to claim the real thing. Mai's fingers reach out for the collar of Cellinia's jacket, curling around the fabric before giving her a yank forward as soon as she puts the car in park. Her second hand finds its place tangled in her hair, holding the back of her head firmly as she brings their faces closer together.]
And how long is that gonna last? [Her breath is hot against Cellinia's lips.] Not for very long, I bet.
[Not a further second is wasted before Mai kisses her hard, pressing every ounce of frustrated hunger between their mouths. She keeps her gaze trained on the woman's eyes, never wanting to be the one who backs off first, and instead desiring to watch every little emotion that would dance across their depths.]
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Date: 2025-02-28 06:47 am (UTC)wild animal or not, she's good at it. she's got in mind what she's after and what she needs most. what she's hungering for. the car during her taunts, the edge to her voice carries on while her mind is thinking more about it. about the indecent things, about how she'd sound possibly underneath her with those barbed words and nails digging into her back. what she could even say more while cellinia goes lower, goes to pepper her in licks and kisses. how her tongue has a desire of its own to taste her and occupy her mouth on her body in whatever form she can get.
a little too naturally, whenever she looks over at mai while the car slows to a halt. the engine is quiet, but she turns the keys so the radio stays on and the air stays going for the sake of them not being too overheated on a summer day. she's got enough of a brain to consider that whether she's aroused or not.)
I'd only do that if we were hidden somewhere, not in a car. Don't like giving people a show.
(that was why she passed up the residential area, too risky in its own ways. she wants her to herself for this. never mind the comment about her pretending she's so tamed, the words she wants to bite back with die on her tongue whenever she's brought and jerked forward the moment her seatbelt comes off. her coat was an easy grab, she hadn't removed it yet, in case if she had to stop somewhere to pick up something for her in the meantime. they're face to face, their breath hot against one another's lips while cellinia is held firm and close. that look in her eyes doesn't fade a single bit, not the way she's craving it.
the way feels that beast in her raging, wanting out.)
That a complaint? About something wild wanting to be wild when it has those chances, about how much of a struggle it is whenever you were right next to me and so easy to reach over to touch at any time?
(that's as far as she gets, breathing out the words before that greedy and hard kiss is met with her own. frustrated, hungry, and feeling a flood of relief that she was able to finally do it. her lips crushed to mai's while she shifts closer, coming across the center console like she promised to be in her lap. the radio plays on in the background (i'm good, i'm good, i'm great.... playing lowly) along as a backdrop to their making out.
to cellinia reaching to start undoing that uniform of mai's, there's enough care to not rip anything when she goes for the top half first. her fingers working frantically, in their skill, to feel her more. to get a better feel of her in general, she can behave later. that's what her eyes say, she doesn't want to behave. she wants to occupy her mouth with her body. she wants to worship her in place of a god that she'd stop believing in ever since she left the motherland.
between her thighs, like now from lips to lips in how she groans for her. desperate, a low growl rumbling in her throat again at the taste. the taste was worth it, the wait was worth it, but that wasn't enough. it's never enough. she needs more, she needs far too much for that ravenous beast she calls her appetite of this woman.
just like how she won't dare leave a single place unkissed along her body.)
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Date: 2025-02-28 09:20 am (UTC)[It goes without saying that Cellinia has quite an enviable figure beneath her casual clothes-- Mai's hands and eyes have concluded as much from the contact she's made thus far. Her fingers still tingle in delight from feeling her up earlier, the heat from her thighs a taunting ghost on Mai's skin. The woman's slender yet well-trained body leaves no question that she'd be a veritable delight to watch taking her pleasure from whoever was lucky to find themselves beneath her. Too bad for any would-be spectators, though. They only wish they could see the way she'll make good on her promise to get on her knees for this new lover. Mai revels in the fact that it'll be her eyes that get to feast on everything that's hidden by the fabric. Very, very soon, if she gets to have her way.]
What-- you want a compliment on your self-restraint? [She lifts her chin a bit to cast a mocking look down in Cellinia's direction.] I don't see the point, when you're just gonna let loose as soon as I give you the go-ahead.
[That kiss-- their first kiss together-- is but an introduction to the permission Mai will give. The frustration is mutual, expressed in the way their lips crush against one another's, parting quickly to intensify the contact almost immediately. Ah, but the flood of relief is mutual, as well, evident in the way Mai sighs pleasurably in these initial kisses. Her heart still races, of course, but finally having Cellinia like this is like a salve to her fried nerves.
Faint wisps of tobacco dance along Cellinia's tongue, an acrid flavor offered to Mai when she welcomes the woman deeper into her mouth. She can discern the sweet chocolate from the shared pocky, as well-- a distinct combination that only serves to cement this moment more firmly in her memory. Despite herself, Mai doesn't wrinkle her nose at the taste, nor does she pull away and make some catty remark in disgust.
So, this is what Cellinia tastes like.
A pretty summer memory, marked by nicotine and pocky sticks. Cradled in the low and sensual music that purrs in the background of this initial exploration.
Oh-- but it looks like Cellinia has a deeper kind of exploration on her mind, one spurred by the restlessness she has no doubt been suffering with for the entire car ride here. Mai breaks their kiss, separating just enough to grin against her lips.]
Ah...
[Swiftly, the cool barrel of her revolver digs lightly into her partner's torso, right below her breast and against the bone of her rib. Almost coquettishly, Mai flutters her eyelashes up at Cellinia, though her voice still bears a cheeky cadence to it.]
You didn't even ask if you could undress me, yet.
[Gently, she places a kiss at the corner of the woman's mouth, a stark juxtaposition to what she's doing with the weapon in her grasp. The demand that comes from her lips next is a low murmur, every bit as sweet and salacious as she intends.]
You first, Cellinia. Give me something good to look at...
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Date: 2025-02-28 10:00 am (UTC)(that was her intention, to get on her knees. to treat her lover to more, to even kiss her full of affection that they both didn't always have. she didn't want to be watched, not when she touches her. not when her teeth want to bite down lovely marks in her skin and leave her so many. many that nobody else could have done, claiming her with teeth and kisses. her hands too, their bodies are pressed together like this almost. the space between them should melt away, melt them down with that intense craving.
that need that's growing and how it burns in that ache. each kiss is distracting her further.
further than earlier with their teasing, their stoking the flame in one another. there's a growl into it, the taunt worked again from how little patience she feels.) Coming from you who wants to see it, that's rich.... (because she agreed to it, she was pressed into chasing and found herself heavily interested in it. chasing, chasing, and chasing with the way that mai kept pressing her buttons. bringing her closer to where she wanted her. where they both wanted to be whenever cellinia melts for now into the kiss.
her tongue tastes of sweet chocolate and nicotine, the nicotine fainter than the chocolate as her tongue licks into her lover's own. the taste of chocolate on mai's own tongue was something she picked out with ease, chocolate is her favorite treat. her favorite thing of sweets would always be chocolate delights (though she can mix it up) from whatever occasion she feels like eating them. sometimes pocky, other times chocolate itself in candy bars she got hold of.
the taste itself is mixed together perfectly while the music carries on. her hands almost make their way to get that uniform off properly, only for that revolver barrel and mai parting enough to give her pause. her hands stop abruptly while those hungering eyes are on her lover, she was right. she hadn't gotten her permission to explore, but the sight of her with that revolver is far more attractive. the cheekiness, the batting of her lashes while she looks up at her this time.)
Since you asked....
(another kiss, her hands are slow to remove that jacket to reveal the fully toned arms underneath it after dropping it to the floor. the peering out of scars, too, underneath the straps of her tank top when her hands go downward next. to slowly peel it off, to keep those hungry eyes on her lover with each reveal of her blemished skin. the scars, the toned muscle of her abs. every inch of it a body that says she's gone through more than she'd speak about.
far too much more in how one peculiar scar goes from her left hip to her abs directly. that was something she might never talk about. not now, anyway. her breasts aren't too big, not too small either for a woman her size despite that muscle she carries. her body is in a way, perfect, something that one lucky soul could have to themselves if they truly wanted.
if she truly wanted it for herself once her tank top falls to the floor behind her next. the cold steel of her revolver gives her goosebumps whenever she comes close to her lover again, hands on her shoulders yet behaving for now. until mai may decide to point it closer to her again.)
What do you think then, ragazza? Do you still want to touch me as badly as I do you?
(does she want to let this time be a moment they might never let go of? never stop chasing one another, so recklessly, so foolishly with who they are and what they are? the sensual tone of the music isn't helping her. in the way she stares and how she's close enough for another kiss. another kiss she craves, another she wants to have. maybe a part of her is more starving than cellinia would ever admit.
she certainly feels too hungry for her own good, in some ways and many ways. did she find someone that might understand a little too well? who knows, she almost certainly doesn't. she already didn't believe in plenty of things after what happened before in her past.
cellinia might never, but she does know she wants more of this girl in whatever way she can have her.)
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Date: 2025-02-28 08:07 pm (UTC)Not a detail escapes her eyes, trained as they are (and reluctantly so) in marksmanship. Regardless of her impatience to resume their kisses-- which had been stoking that fire within her so splendidly before Cellinia's hands started messing with her uniform top-- Mai isn't all too disappointed with the slow and deliberate manner in which she strips. Every inch of skin revealed by the jacket slipped off of those arms are quickly lapped up by the girl's attentive stare. Truly, all of that excess fabric was merely hiding the real treasure beneath, a body no doubt forged by a danger that might not be wholly unfamiliar to Mai, though nothing she herself had ever experiences first hand.
Mai was raised to avoid scars and blemishes at all costs. It was her value as a woman, her only source of worth when her talents for anything else were so shamefully lacking. Her own resentful mother might have harbored a secret pride that at least her daughters were beautiful, that maybe they'd be some trophy to someone who'd overlook their lowly status in the clan. But it wasn't as if Mai had ever received the praise for it-- not from anyone aside from the lechers that she had mostly avoided when she was able to. If she couldn't be loved by her family because of her low cursed energy, then she'd at least try not to embarrass them further by risking her looks like her sister did, with all of that training and risks she happily jumped into. But-- and Mai would rather die than admit it aloud-- Maki was still beautiful, despite what their years apart have changed in her appearance.
So, despite Mai's revulsion at the idea of obtaining any scars herself, everyone she has ever truly admired wore their own with a pride she could never muster. She utterly adored her teacher, Utahime, who still carried herself well enough even with a fair portion of her face marred by scarred flesh. It was an aspect of womanhood Mai admits she'll never truly comprehend, to not shy away from the price paid for real strength.
As Cellinia peels off the thin tank top that reveals an even greater host of scars-- and that frightening one slashed across her abdomen--, Mai feels her body grow warm with a twisted admiration. If she ever dared think deeply on it, there might even be notes of jealousy lurking far, far below. Not for the scars sported, but for the power and courage they disclose without words.]
Oh.
[All she offers in reply, at first, is a breathy pronouncement. A simple answer, fortified by the pure delight in her eyes at the sight in front of her. It's true, Cellinia's body really is perfect, no matter the superficial imperfections.]
You'd be sad if I answered "No," wouldn't you?
[Comes a laugh, along with the remainder of her answer. Her words are betrayed by what she chooses to do next, dipping her head in and pressing her lips to Cellinia's collarbone. Oh, she is well-aware that the woman aches for more of her kisses. She can see the yearning in her eyes, and she feels it in the calloused hands cupping her shoulders. Who cares? She'll get those kisses, though, just not in the way she wants them, not on her lips.
With the barrel of her revolver pressed lightly this time against her taut, scarred abdomen, Mai takes the thin skin at Cellinia's collar between her lips. The suction is gentle, at first, before intensifying enough to leave a small bloom of red when she's done with her work there. She had promised she'd send her away a leopard, after all, no? A head start is absolutely necessary.
Further down she goes, to the top of the woman's breast where the flesh begins to fill out pleasantly. Another kiss, this time letting her tongue lap at the skin teasingly before she sinks her teeth in ever so slightly. The soft laugh she utters is a hum against Cellinia's chest, an answer all its own to the question. A genuine answer, with how she doesn't shy away from touching her and doing it first. She releases her bite, running her tongue over the slight indentations left behind, and softy sucking another mark there to complete the little gift she'll leave behind today. One of many, of course.
Mai pulls back, looking into Cellinia's eyes in a smug way that expects a bit of praise.]
There. Looks pretty good.
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Date: 2025-02-28 09:01 pm (UTC)or get hurt worse than that, that was her reason for going on the hardest path of the two friends she'd known since her childhood. one was acting a donna, playing at being a playwright and saying that they were the heir's to the once prestigious bloodline. the other had broken apart to pieces, despair destroyed her, the years of abuse by the system mixed into an urge to destroy it all. destroy everything in her obsession. honestly, cellinia half realizes she's talking like her. with how cellinia is using "pet" names. the thought would often make her feel something, something that twisted in disgust at herself for doing something that silver haired wolf would have done.
but she isn't, not right now. maybe later she might at the sweet words she'd have said. terms often given to partners and how they're a stark reminder of what that woman would have said to her. they didn't need her getting cold feet, she's come this far no matter her own cowardice, her own inability to do something more for herself back then. she'd always wish that she could have done something, could have saved her grandfather. it's unfortunate, but the universe has a thing for destroying anything good. including her grandfather, who had sought to only stop his son. to take his granddaughter under his wing for the reason of ushering in a new era. an era he would hope be filled with prosperity that they had never seen before. maybe she doesn't know entirely mai's own pains, but she knows it in another sense about expectations and demands placed upon the shoulders of children. of those who held no reason to be dragged into it by birth alone and virtue of it.
she wears them with her own pride, despite it. the scars, the times she escaped death. she's done so much more to get stronger because she told herself she'd never desire to lose so much again. to have to start the slate clean again and burn away what once had been her home. that she wants to keep something so important, family, love, friends....all close to her. her heart, her everything while they never know what she's thinking. what it was that she might ever feel about them underneath the surface.
while mai might feel jealous lurking deeply for that courage, that power. cellinia might have even told her that she did display some of that courage for flirting with her. who willingly flirts with a wolf? attractive or not, but the thought fades to her breathy words, delight in mai's eyes. her own eyes are yearning, her hands are relaxed in their grip.)
....from how much I want to feel you, I would.
(she teases, the words feel slightly soft while they fade further on her tongue. too soft for the heat they're after, whenever they go from gentle teasing to her sighing out breathy sounds. to her lips along her neck, the revolver making her stay well in place at the sensation of cold steel to her abdomen and now mai's mouth suckling gentle then hard on her collar. she was getting the head start she sought, marking cellinia's battered body as her own in leopard spots.
spots of red turning black and blue when they're done from every mark being left. cellinia intended to leave her in bites, marks bordering into possession. a desire to have and to own, to be owned and everything herself while decorating her in affections that would surely make her own father turn in his grave. he'd hate to see cellinia do this. she was a woman, not a boy. the usual with men among the familige being too displeased by the women that rose to power themselves.
that tease of her tongue, the lick of it along near her breast draws out a sharper sigh. quiet, but it's there. the rumbling growl, low and wanting in her throat could be felt like this from mai's light bite to her. they're close enough she'd feel every growl. every animalistic and bestial sound she makes while her hands grip slightly more on the other woman's shoulders. not enough to hurt, but enough to tell her that she likes it. she likes it too much when she looks at her. those amber eyes, dark with hunger, yearning, and want. the best kind of combination a woman as greedy as mai could ever want when she parts.
that smug look, that demand of praise in her eyes. another thing she wants to see twist away, how attractive this girl looks whenever she looks at her. smug and everything, self assured. like indeed, a queen of the castle who demands what she wants when she wants it and more than that.)
The way you get when you look this cheeky, this smug....it's attractive. (too attractive.) Your impatience, your self assurance....
(her own impatience is there, it's fighting her every second, she wants to undress her proper. she wants to feel her, she wants to give this girl another larger mistake on their litany of them. she can feel it down to her bones, the rising heat from them in how she stares. that tease wasn't enough to satisfy any of it.) I want to undress you, bella signora, won't you let me? (a husk, a rasp, the hunger accentuates the italian words. a compliment for her lover, her lover she needs too much.)
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Date: 2025-02-28 10:48 pm (UTC)You wanna know that I want you, just as badly, hm?
[Her words are purposely vague, a half-admission that the feeling is indeed mutual. Those little love bites should be proof enough-- having been placed with more care than a dismissive partner would offer. Mai isn't a brute who would bite hard enough, recklessly enough to break skin right from the get-go (though maybe in the throes of heightened passion, who knows?). She knows well enough how to build up the tease, stirring up a delectable frustration in whoever gets caught in her conniving little web. And Cellinia, well, she's caught rather beautifully in those sticky little strands, all but saying to Mai that she won't leave this clearing without having her fill of the girl. The grip on her shoulders, becoming tighter as Mai works a mark into the flesh of her chest, tells her everything she needs to know.]
But I wouldn't be sitting here if I didn't. Come on, I know you're smarter than that. [A small peck at her shoulder, before she sits up a bit straighter.] Unless my little puppy is absolutely hopeless for a bit of appreciation...?
[With a flirty hum, Mai lowers her eyes to the bare skin of Cellinia's stomach, down to the scar at her hip, and lower still to the unfastened button of her shorts. Mai's handiwork. A mischievous glint dances in her eyes as she drags the gun's barrel along the waistband, daring to dip the muzzle beneath the fabric as she teases the flesh between the woman's hips.]
How's this, then?
[Withdrawing the revolver from its temporary playground, and settling it atop her own lap, Mai levels her gaze with those beastly eyes watching for her next move, waiting for permission to collect on what she has been so generously promised. She takes Cellinia's chin in her hand, a light grip, but one that betrays a possessive intention of her own.]
Go ahead-- I'll let you undress me. You've already seen how much my uniform covers, so you know where not to leave anything obvious.
[Mai brings them together again for another deep kiss, her lidded eyes still trained on her lover's, and a sly smile still playing on her lips.]
I'll admit it-- you've been pretty good for me, following my orders without talking back. [A little snicker slips between their locking lips.] And I did say that you could kiss me anywhere you'd like, after...
[Her way of declaring "I'm all yours" to the beautiful and very restless woman in her hold.]
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Date: 2025-02-28 11:26 pm (UTC)she's quiet, at first, the way they're staring throughout this teasing. this mutual frustration. they're both waiting, they're starving. she's not bad at following orders when she has to yet that doesn't mean she's something tamed. she's all in that web and so easy to touch. to take hold of while they're fooling around before the good part. in which her teeth would be bared for her while they're in a far away place, neither side needed to think about it much. she shows it in her actions (she can even respond in her words, but she was always more someone who acts than talks) in how she's pressed up against her.
they had a meal waiting, a meal which was fraying her nerves more at the tease of her revolver, the barrel rubbing against her and that heat built up in her panties. the flesh there which was dripping wet were it to get closer, the way she groans at cold steel touching somewhere sensitive and aching. her claws threaten to dig a little more into her shoulders, but she's refraining for the sake of "behaving" instead of hurting her. then again, she might like seeing how she gets as a desperate beast. hungering and wild. feasting in how she'd rip clothing, more, from her if given the chance between that and the peck to her shoulder.)
I'll leave you plenty....for that display, bella signora.
(nowhere obvious, her neck can be covered in a few kisses and licks. she's not foolish enough to presume that mai wouldn't want to wear something cooler at times. her collar should be perfect, maybe along her breasts like she did to cellinia as her mind has the gears turn. she's got her permission. the permission that she didn't get earlier, anyway.
which leaves the rest when her chin is taken hold of, she's brought in closer. possession, she knows it and embraces it in that kiss between them. parted lips and a wolfish tongue licking into hers hungrily. with permission given, her hands work to start undoing that uniform that's in the way. to see the body of the girl she wants to claim and cover in her scent as her own.
she's careful about the buttons, about undoing them. not one popped (even if the thought of ripping it remains as a beast would) off in her skilled yet shaky fingers working at it. when the top is undone, cellinia only breaks the kiss briefly to help slide it down her shoulders. to run her calloused fingers along unblemished skin slowly, another tease in how they brush against it. knowing what mai might want, too of them.)
I'll kiss you wherever you want most, I'll likely not leave any spot untouched if I can help it.
(a lover, someone that knows too well the nature of the beast. someone that might never stop chasing her, cellinia is all hers. however long she wants a lover like her, it didn't matter. for that time she would be hers and only think about her.
from her touch to her voice when her lips are back against hers, deep and hungering, her hands brushing along exposed skin to get a feel for her better. the roughness is an interesting contrast to her softness, but that just makes it good for them, doesn't it?)
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Date: 2025-03-01 03:56 am (UTC)What more do they know of each other than their names and occupations? Ah, well, they do know what's important for this tryst: that they want each other, that the allure is too magnetic to pass up, and that the other is absolutely, mouthwateringly attractive. The frosty exterior of the wolfish woman is thawing now, melting under Mai's hands, her lips, her brazen words. She doesn't forget Cellinia's acknowledgment-- that Mai's boldness, often unappetizing to others, is attractive to her. It doesn't take much more than this to make her feel like little queen Cellinia likens her to, even if this feeling should end up something sadly fleeting.
The further this progresses, the easier it will be for Mai to pretend that this is more than just a hook-up, so long as Cellinia continues to bathe her in adulation. And maybe, before she knows it-- before either of them know it-- the whole thing will cease to be mere pretending.]
Hope you know, but I won't accept any less than every kiss you've got to give me.
[Good thing she can already tell that Cellinia isn't the type who just likes to hear herself talk.
Either Mai's tongue has grown numb to the hint of nicotine barely clinging to her partner, or it is slowly becoming a flavor she doesn't quite mind. For now, at least. Each of their kisses thus far has Mai coaxing her tongue slowly around the woman's, almost reaching for that bitterness to anchor her onto something while the rest of Cellinia's unique flavor registers on her taste buds. ]
Let's see... where I want most, you say?
[Mai echoes after stealing more more kiss, capturing her lover's bottom lip between her teeth in the slightest of nibbles before granting her freedom. As if to make up for the broken contact, her hands greedily hasten down towards the woman's hips that tempt her oh so terribly from the loosened shorts. With a contented sigh at having those firm muscles filling her palms, Mai eases down the fabric just an inch or two to make more of her body available to play with.]
That'll be a tough place to reach as long as we're sitting up here.
[From beneath her dark eyelashes, she beholds Cellinia with a playful look. Despite the lack of explicit direction as to where that place might be, Mai believes that her train of thought is easy enough to follow. Where she really aches to have those lips is that selfsame place where Cellinia's firm grasp had been not too long before, where her battle-roughed fingertips had been tracing an idle map to a space concealed by the dark fabric of her skirt.
That special spot so rarely meets anyone's curious eyes, even if Mai hints at it with how showy this summer uniform is-- a special request she put in to the school. No way was she going to wear something drab outside of official missions, though the more modest uniform she sometimes wears would hide any bites with even more ease. For now, the weather has been plenty warm, likely only to increase in temperature. The thought of sporting some pretty teeth marks on the soft flesh of her upper thighs, with her classmates none the wiser, brings a gleeful smirk to Mai's face.]
Oh, well-- you still have other fun places to taste until we get there.
[The absence of her uniform top leaves Cellinia with quite the canvas to work with. She's already discovering the places where she'll want to let her lips descend, surely, with the way her fingers trail over the flesh. Mai mewls softly whenever those hands caress the more sensitive spots-- her collar, her very generous bosom, the back of her shoulders. Cellinia touches like a lover would, a real one, not like an aimless fling only after their own satisfaction. It's tender, almost sweetly so, but Mai will keep any remarks on it to herself.
Wordlessly, she offers her neck as the first place to sample, a pretty column of skin practically pleading for attention.]
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Date: 2025-03-01 04:41 am (UTC)show them and make them learn their mistakes by force. maybe that was another thing mai might like to see, the way this wolf would cut apart those around her.
how she'd likely as it goes further show that raging storm. that untamed part of herself which instinctively would cut down those who'd dare to hurt her if she could help it. though that, was the future if ever. isn't it so much better to let go? let go and kiss her, feel the body of a girl that flirts so easily with a wolf? a wolf who with a hungering gaze loves the way that her body feels along her hands, the soft skin and more which she touches exploratively. she feels so good to cellinia, too good for a soul like hers. a sinner like her who would never be absolved of her own misdeeds in life, the lone wolf removed from the pack and expected to have died somewhere.
she likes it, how their lips fit together. her boldness while they're together, the bold words that stirred this beast in her too naturally. maybe she might not want this to be a single tryst, maybe she might want more from the feeling that cellinia's getting a bit too addicted to her lips.)
I know where you mean exactly....
(no, it's too obvious. between the kisses, how she likes the taste of her on her tongue that it's getting more dangerous. the look beneath her lashes while her breath slowly quickens from each kiss given, each look and run of those fingers along her skin. the grasp of her hips once mai tugs down her shorts slightly more to reveal the black panties on underneath it. the shiver from cellinia wasn't surprising, she wanted her hands on her. her hands to go wherever they pleased like she said earlier. her mouth included, that can go wherever mai desires it to as she wishes all the same in their desires.
her hips lift to let mai take those shorts off the rest of the way if she wanted, just enough to allow it, but not enough to completely part from her. not enough to stop the way their tongues curl around one another before they part again, she's got many ideas on where to go from there. too many in how her hands cup that generous bosom and give it a tender squeeze at the mewling she hears. between her thighs would wait, for now, when she runs her tongue across her own lips. the offering of her neck means more to wolves, to anything like them. it's like offering oneself to the beast and giving them every part of you. still, she would take it. the animalistic side of herself craves that much.
as offered, those greedy lips go down slowly, along the column of her throat and kiss. nibble, nip, the run of her tongue along offered skin to go with it. cellinia's teeth soon lightly bite down in a particular spot, somewhere naturally that can be hidden away with ease on her neck. not too hard for the sake of allowing her that chance to adjust, wolf teeth do differ from human teeth and that's a given. the taste of her skin....that's another thing cellinia notes she likes. even as she suckles, alternating between hard and gentle while running her tongue across the indentions of her teeth slowly.
the predatory stare, it says more than enough when she starts to go lower. a lick, a suck, a nip, and a nibble. even a bite in the less than obvious spots on mai's collar. she's methodical, slow, and not rushing it for her queen's enjoyment. her goddess she puts her mouth to worship the skin of beneath her.
who needed a god when she can almost find paradise in her skin, her thighs? who needed one while she runs her hands along her breasts. the grabs gentle, the roll of her nipples slow and steady with each kiss of her skin down further. cellinia didn't. he never once helped her if he existed, she didn't need that in her life if she was able to save herself from everything. that was all she had, but the thoughts are further away with each addictive taste.
each lick of her skin, the way she groans (growls lowly) while claiming her inch by inch.
if she desired this most, to see her body worshiped then cellinia meets it herself without being told or knowing. this was how she's always been. tender with a lover, softer, and even more than attentive to their needs. to her teeth gradually biting down more (though not hard enough mai would hate it, she has a feeling she'd hate too much) along the way while she starts to go lower. along one of her breasts which she lavishes with her tongue, along one of her nipples while the other has her other hands full attention.
her silence is purely from her focus, her hunger, the way she glances up to watch her expression as befits that predatory nature of hers. the nature of a wolf.)
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Date: 2025-03-01 08:00 am (UTC)With Cellinia, though, Mai feels far from invisible. Not a single inch of her is spared from the intensity of those eyes. When they touch, it's as if the pain accumulated over the hard years beneath her family's thumb dissipates some. The vestiges of their cruelty still lurk in the shadows of her heart-- shadows that will probably never leave their post, there-- but the heat from these kisses and caresses dare to drive them away for one sunlit afternoon.
Mai, the ill omen of her clan, and Cellinia, the stigmatized wolf-- let them both be sinners, together, without either of them remotely aware of how fate is weaving its thread through their destinies.
Whatever the cosmic link binding these two unlikely lovers, they can remain blissfully ignorant of it as they continue to indulge in their kisses and bodies. Mai offers Cellinia such lovely little noises whenever the kiss becomes particularly deep, the sticky mingling of their mouths only encouraging her to yearn for more, more-- even if she's already taking, already giving every bit she's able to.]
Mm...
[Good, Cellinia catches on quickly to Mai's insinuation. She does so appreciate the clever ones. There's a bit of a shift, then, she feels. A more daring, more dangerous brand of hunger in the way they claim one another's lips, now that Mai has made her desires clear to her lover. It's something to be grateful for, still, that neither of them make haste to move from of the front seat to rush towards that delicious promise. It would be nicer to eliminate the space between them, courtesy of the center console, but Mai doesn't mind half-draping herself over it to get handsy with her wolf all that much.
It's certainly not enough to keep her from hooking her fingers into the woman's shorts and urging them partly down her thighs; thankfully, Cellinia anticipates this and shifts her hips enough to accommodate Mai's impatience to get her all the way undressed. She'll have to leave the rest up to her, as this position makes removing them completely difficult, especially if she refuses to break their kiss yet again.
Alas, it's only the natural course of things that they do separate in favor of having Cellinia's lips feasting on Mai's neck. As soon as she begins to taste that flesh, feel the quickened pulse beneath, Mai brings a single hand to the back of the woman's head, tangling her slim fingers in the thick locks of hair. That'll keep her there, surely. Meanwhile, her free hand slowly lowers, a little less boldly, to the front of Cellinia's panties. A small gasp leaves her lips once her fingertips feel how soaked she is through the fabric. God... Her eyes drift up to the roof of the car as she gently massages between her thighs, while her neck is being dutifully taken care of at the same time.]
Ah, yeah...
[A breathy, low moan of approval is Cellinia's reward for giving Mai what she needs with those deliberate kisses and nibbles up and down her neck. She reflexively shivers at the sweet contact, a single shudder causing goosebumps to prick at her skin. Those lips are so wonderful, so perfect, that Mai has no qualms with giving her a worthy reaction. Once she feels teeth lightly sinking in, Mai breathes in sharply, her eyes fluttering open after having momentarily drifted closed in heady pleasure. She chews at her lip, adjusting to the light pain, and concluding that she doesn't dislike it. No, in fact she rather enjoys it, quite a bit.
Temptation is there to pull down one of the mirrors and take a look at Cellinia's handiwork, but the wolf has other plans for her body. Mai doesn't resist the obvious worship bestowed upon her-- why would she, as the star of these affections? Her fingers scratch affectionately at her lover's scalp, a silent appreciation for the kisses and love bites no doubt littering the upper part of her chest now. That silence is only punctured by a slight hiss when Cellinia's hand moves to cup at her breast and tease the stiffened nipple there with a gentle touch. The more she kisses, the more she fondles, the more airy sighs she earns from Mai's bitten lips-- and the greater the intensity with which Mai works her fingers between Cellinia's thighs, still not daring yet to dip her fingers below the drenched fabric.
It's only when the wolf turns her mouth to lap at her breast, taking her nipple between her careful lips, does Mai let out a louder groan than before. Her cheeks flush with a delightful rosy hue, and her normally mocking eyes are softened a bit in unabashed pleasure. Hardly a soul gets to behold this expression-- but then again, Mai can't recall a single person who has taken care of her this methodically, with this level of devotion.]
Th-That's good... Cellinia.
[Her name is drawn out sweetly, dissolving into a grateful sigh before she lets her eyes flutter shut once more.]
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Date: 2025-03-01 08:36 am (UTC)a lick of her nipple, her lips suckling around it to the sounds her lover makes between the fondling, the way she seems to let go. yes, she likes to watch the way her expression twists. the pleasure, the desire, and that rosy hue with each groan. she finds it difficult to think about anything more than how much she wants to keep seeing it. the temptation of biting mating bites to her neck and marking her in a more permanent devotion is there. the animalistic part of her instincts, the baser ones of cellinia, finds that idea to be too tempting. how much it desires it, the teeth in a lover's neck as she touches her so thoroughly.
they needn't worry, they needn't think themselves any less as people when cellinia moans for her. sharply at the sensation of her fingers rubbing into her panties along that drenched spot. not even going further down, just rubbing and coaxing. as if to ask her to come closer. wanting her, possibly, to come nearer when her free hand reaches to toss her shorts to the floor boards on the driver's side seat. she thought about it, she is thinking about it. perhaps it's better if she did in those breathy sounds cellinia makes of her own, a shift happens. her body comes closer, a seat in her lap when she pauses her attention briefly. wordlessly, she does this to melt away what space remains.
to properly press her body to hers (as best she may) in this position where she starts to go lower. a little sensual show for her to watch while both hands take hold of her breasts again. eyes locked on hers as her tongue licks down slowly, she's not rushing it, perhaps. but is it so wrong to show cellinia's devotion to her? in the lick of that wolfish tongue, her lips kissing along to her stomach. her kiss bruised lips which are relentless in peppering mai's skin so thoroughly.
cellinia doesn't overwhelm her, but she does pause now and then to leave more love bites, more bruises along her ribs. it's something that she's transfixed by in her descent down. the sight of bruises left by her blooming for this pretty goddess that has never felt so wanted.
so seen and heard while she hums to herself in pleasure, the wild look never once leaving and knowing she'd take that gun to stop her as she pleases for her turn. that is only if mai desired it. cellinia even reaches to remove those black panties on her own for her, a wet line trailing from it thanks to how soaked she is. being touched didn't help her either, but she didn't mind her lover's touch.)
You taste so good....addicting.
(she murmurs it against her stomach, her knees just about on the floor from how much lower she's getting. something that she wanted to say, too. in that hungry tone to her voice for her darling lover, her goddess that cellinia worships in lips and touch. she hadn't gotten to the main course yet, but she can say it. she is addicting, in taste and more. her wolf wants feels it, the baser part of her instincts once more wanting to mark this girl as hers deeply. to decorate her in mating bites while the world never knew what they were doing.
or that they even went so far as to step past client and courier. that was something cellinia thinks doesn't matter, too.)
Ti desidero così tanto, bella signora, guarda cosa mi fai....
(she slips again, her other language despite mai having no idea what the words mean. words which speak more in her eyes that desire. she wants her badly, that is enough to convey it in how cellinia stares at her. how she touches a girl like she's something that should be worshiped. someone too deserving of it in her own sins in life. someone cellinia doubts she'd stop thinking about as she realized earlier. what a beast she is to let go of herself so soon, so much so that cellinia finds it impossible to care about.
she wants to cover her in her scent, everything so that she knows that she'd not be that far away were mai to desire that, too. no matter that, she ignores the baser instincts to pause. she's waiting. waiting for permission, her hands on her thighs and rubbing into them regardless of their roughness. considerate, after earlier whenever she had rushed a little too fast into her lover's cheeky smile.
won't you let her have it again, pretty lady? she only wishes to treat you better than you ever have had.)
Shall we move, then?
(so she can have her fully?)
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Date: 2025-03-02 09:28 am (UTC)The sting of the bite left upon her neck is but a faint memory in the face of more sweet stimulation. It certainly pales in comparison to the feeling of Cellinia getting even wetter the more that Mai touches her, and the breathy sounds she utters whenever Mai's fingers graze over her in just the right way. The power she holds with a touch so simple and yet so demanding-- it brings an indescribable amusement to Mai's expression.]
Hmm...
[It'd be a lie to say that she isn't disappointed when Cellinia moves to kiss a bit lower after having her fill of the tender flesh of her bosom. The change in position makes it difficult for Mai to keep her fingers massaging splendidly between her damp thighs, and the heat that had once graced her fingertips quickly cools in the welcomed chill from the car's air conditioning. Her dismay is swiftly replaced by a wanton fascination when she watches Cellinia pull off that final bit of clothing, revealing just how messy Mai's touch has left her. It makes her heart race to have a complete view of her magnificent body now, especially the telltale glistening that just begs to be licked up. In due time...
When Mai is shifted back into her seat at Cellinia’s urging, she lays back as much as she is able to in the passenger’s side in order to give the woman easy access to more of her body. The revolver in her lap is quickly snatched up and moved away, but Mai’s fingers don't loosen their hold just yet even while she shifts some more. Her finger half-mindlessly strokes the trigger as her ribs are decorated with little blossoms of red and violet.]
Yeah? Can’t get enough of me, right?
[Those are some dangerous words, Cellinia. On the surface, they merely feed the ego of a girl who’s only known suffering and neglect, who handled a significant abandonment extremely hard. Below that, though, they touch a place where those wounds fester and their roots spread out in search of some sort of relief. How intoxicating it is to be wanted so thoroughly that the need is likened to an addiction?]
Hmph. Gonna keep it a secret, those things you’re saying to me?
[Very pretty things, she hopes, at least from the sound of those foreign words rolling off of that eager tongue. Mai draws the hand she’s kept on the back of Cellinia’s head away, but only just enough so that she may cup the woman’s face hovering delightfully over her stomach. A languid trace of her thumbnail over lips that have kissed their way down her body thus far, and a playful smile accompanying her little quip. Sure, Mai could very well bring her revolver into the mix, pressing the cool steel against those lips instead of using her fingers, but her mind has already conjured up quite the idea for how she’ll come collecting on that fantasy that Cellinia had painted for them over their text messages.
In her other hand, she squeezes the gun’s grip even tighter while imagining her lover lapping the barrel with as much enthusiasm as she has been demonstrating on her upper body. Oh, Mai is quite keen on discovering just how skilled that tongue of hers is, very soon. And it’s all too obvious that it’s what Cellinia desires, as well, with her hands running up and down Mai’s soft thighs. It’s achingly attractive, how she waits for permission, ignoring the urge that undoubtedly wants her to keep going, to take Mai right there in the front seat in all of its cramped discomfort.
She knows-- can tell by the way Cellinia stares up at her-- that once that permission is granted, Mai will have practically offered herself up to the mercy of the wild beast lying in wait. Yes, she can see the hints of that beast dancing in the depths of those pretty eyes, and she wonders exactly how it'll rip her to shreds.]
Yeah, let’s do it.
[Cellinia's suggestion is met with an easy enough reply. There's not much to overthink, is there? Not when her breath is already hot over Mai's still-clothed hips, when her hands are already practicing how they might hold her thighs still while her lips get to feasting. They have no reason to refuse themselves for a moment longer-- what an absolutely silly thing to do. Even Mai, enjoying the tease as much as she does, feels a searing impatience threatening her if she doesn't immediately agree and make her own intentions clear.]
I want you.
[She declares it triumphantly enough, as if offering this blunt confession is a prize that Mai is giving out, here. She's played coy up until now, her words dancing around what she actually desires while her actions demonstrated obvious contradictions of intent. This might be the most honest, the most direct she has been. Such a simple admission that conveys plenty in so few words.
Mai does want her, and she wants to be wanted by her. She can't decide which side of the coin appeals to her more, makes her hotter, makes her mouth water in anticipation. The backseat is just a quick scrambling over seats away-- Mai doesn't hesitate to toss her revolver over first before following soon after. She leans back against the door, her legs half draped over the seats, and a teasing hand stroking up her thigh until it meets the dark fabric of her skirt. Her eyes mischievously watch Cellinia, waiting for her to join her in the back.]
Wanna do the honors? [She asks, talking about her last articles of clothing, even while her thumbs hook under the fabric of both her skirt and her impossibly drenched panties, the pale fabric now lewdly transparent over the hot flesh.] But I don't mind finishing the job if you'd rather watch me.
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Date: 2025-03-02 10:34 am (UTC)she likes it, the way she responds. that voice could mesmerize her, a little too easily in how she looks up at her goddess in her pause of worshiping her body. her lips brush against her thumb, soft and tender. a soft lick of her tongue against it, almost puppish when she brings her hand near to cup her face, to run her thumb along her plush and bruised lips. a kiss is pressed to her palm, as if in further worship while she thinks about it. if she wants to tell her the things that she said. how it was devoted and feverish whispers in heat driven desire to claim her, to make mai hers in whatever way that wild beast could ever have. how she finds it too natural to chase her and decorate her in those red spots that bloom into lovely bruises for her.
the teeth marks that she left while she hums to herself. they both were playing along with their desires perhaps, this little game that they started together before it went further and further. into boldness, into the present. then being honest a little couldn't hurt.)
I can't help that, the way I want you....
(wanton desires, everything else that may come from their meeting. it didn't matter. she craves it deeply. that she could find herself this hungry and seeking her out after barely knowing her, that's what is interesting. a mess, isn't she? but that's fine, neither of them seem interested in changing how they are on terms of it and cellinia is by no means complaining. not in how after a brief pause she finally answers the other question:)
Do you want a lesson then, while I touch you? Whatever words you're curious about, bella signora.
(too many words, they'd all be full of feverish desire or tenderness. that depends solely on her lover before she gets the idea that they ought to move finally once mai agrees. she's ready to feed that beast within her, that beast which is having her own mouth water at the idea that she can touch her goddess. that she can feel her more. their impatience is mutual, burning thicker in that flame, and she intends to "eat" as much as mai wants to give cellinia. never mind her exhibitionism, how she likes to keep her eyes on the other woman's from a desire to memorize every expression she makes. how she does it for her whenever she crawls back after her, the slow predator that looks over her goddess in thought. does she want to watch her or remove it herself?
if cellinia has to choose, she knows what she desires. cellinia desires it as she comes closer, her battle worn fingers hooking into the sides of her skirt and panties. the scent is strong, strong enough she can smell it. how aroused her lover is, her goddess whenever she starts to pull them down along her legs slowly. to brush her fingers against her thighs again. a little longer, how she stares in such a predatory way that would have driven away someone saner. someone that knew better than to mess with a wild animal, but mai didn't run away. mai met her and here they are, with the wolf herself licking her lips at the thought. she'll taste her in full soon and plans to make mai feel wanted, far too wanted for their own good in both girls cases.
though that is fine, isn't it? she wants her to feel wanted, she held no desire of parting with her if she can help it after their bodies are marked thoroughly by one another. the skirt and panties are tossed to the floor boards shortly after cellinia thinks that, they're both undressed now at their fullest. bared, exposed, and full of desire in the likes of which they both had never given to another. not the way cellinia feels it before deciding her first lesson for her would be interesting, about her other language that is.)
Il profumo di te, mi piace così tanto....which means "the scent of you, I love it so much".
(the words of course are purred out when cellinia begins an ascent upwards, along her legs. her lips kissing along to her thighs, alternating between her lips tenderly worshiping again and her tongue. the further along to her inner thighs she nears, the more she nips, nibbles, even. she wants to especially leave marks there for her goddess. a good spot to hide them at from what she's seen of that skirt. nobody would know her darling wolf bit her inner thighs with love bites in worship of her body.)
Mi fa venire l'acquolina in bocca, bella signora. Or "it makes my mouth water, pretty lady".
(a pause, her breath is hot along the inner part of her thighs before her teeth sinks into sensitive flesh along them slowly. not too far from her intended destination, too, in how she looks up at her. those wild and lovely eyes are all hers. mai could also take pride from that with such an untamable beast that she has in her hands.
one that was taking a chance to repeat the words she says to her so feverishly. who knew the ice queen could be so passionate, so warm when thawed this way?)
....any words you want to hear me say, next, bella signora?
(she'll tell you more, if you wish to hear them, pretty lady. all of them as she feasts and never leaves you at this rate.)
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Date: 2025-03-02 08:32 pm (UTC)If anything, Mai is the real mess of the two. A mess and a disappointment everywhere that counts and to anyone who matters. Except here, though, with a woman who is practically a stranger and yet gazing at her with such worship in her eyes-- kissing her palm so tenderly like a reverent devotee-- that it's almost enough to delude Mai into thinking she might truly, truly have any meaningful worth.
How fortunate, though, that even these rotten feelings aren't enough to make her shove Cellinia away and retreat back into the bottom of the pit where she's always felt the most safe. No, she's reaching upwards now, wanting to pull herself into the light even if only for the briefest of instances. She wants to pretend, at least, that those eyes only see her for what she displays to the world-- a proud, prickly beauty-- rather than the lonely child she can never seem to shake off. Or more pitiful still, perhaps she could pretend that she might be genuinely be worthy of those deferential eyes.
A deep breath, as Cellinia suggests a little lesson while easing off the remainder of her clothes. It dissipates the uncomfortable thoughts well enough for her to watch the woman's expression as she peels the fabric clinging to Mai's hips. The look on her face says it all, that what Mai is so willingly offering her is enough to make her mouth water with outright need. Such predatory eyes raking over her now-bare thighs, and at the space between that Mai teases by parting them just enough for her to see just how sopping she is after mere touches and kisses.]
Mm, you're a real sweet-talker, aren't you?
[Her words noticeably lack much of the snarkiness she'd otherwise inject into a remark like that. From the deeper flush on her cheeks, it's obvious that it turns her on to hear Cellinia compliment her in such a way. Of course a wolf would be lured in by the heady scent of arousal-- it's practically an invitation to come and feast to its heart's content. It only serves to heighten that arousal, now unobstructed by any bothersome clothes and displayed without shame.
She revels in the verbal tribute while her lover has her way with her inner thighs. Soft gasps and bitten-back moans fill in the silence between Cellinia's lessons, and Mai watches the woman work at leaving her with those promised souvenirs, placed carefully so as not to draw any attention from anyone she'll see after this.]
Hmm...
[As Cellinia offers to give Mai whatever flowery words she wishes to hear, the girl looks upon her beast (who can call herself untamable all she likes, these reverent kisses certainly say otherwise) with a wicked amusement. She can't imagine a visual more stunning than this, with such a face working their way up her parted thighs.
In truth, Mai doesn't need to think that hard about what she's going to ask next. She immediately knows what she wants Cellinia to describe for her, and what she plans on doing to make it all the more delicious.]
Oh-- I think there's something I'd really like to hear you say.
[Without waiting a second longer, she brandishes her revolver and sits back just enough to put a small amount of space between her and Cellinia. To begin, she strokes slowly down the side of the woman's face with the barrel in an affection that's delightfully colored by the taunting in her hazel eyes. The steel tip pushes a stray lock of hair back over her shoulder before trialing back over her collar, and then parting from her body entirely.
Mai pauses for a moment or two, wanting to feed the anticipation, and then smirks as she brings the revolver closer to her own body. She teases it up her inner thigh, over the marks left in the flesh not minutes earlier, before bringing to where she really wants it. Mai keeps her eyes locked onto Cellinia's as she drags the metal between her glistening folds with more than enough showiness. She even sighs blissfully at the sensation, knowing it would feed her lover's fire even further. Up and down she glides the barrel, until it's coated in enough of her juices to satisfy her. With a soft, sardonic chuckle, Mai raises the gun up to Cellinia's mouth, daring her to do what they both know is coming next.]
Tell me-- I wanna hear just how good I taste. Tell me... [An amorous little smile as her eyes darken even more intensely in lust, and she nudges the slick tip of the barrel between those kiss-bruised lips.] ...as you're licking it clean, how badly you want more of it.
[Ah, well, she did promise that she'd make Cellinia work for it, the privilege of drinking her straight from the source.]
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Date: 2025-03-02 10:33 pm (UTC)the stark reminder of that silver wolf more in that other struggle, how she would avoid anything near "kind" for herself. the world ruined her, obsession might in itself, too. but that didn't matter. mai wasn't that girl. not that wolf, she was someone herself. someone designated too much a punching bag by society. had she known, she might have had felt a rage again. that silent anger that gnaws at her in the back of her mind at the thought of cruelty inflicted upon those who were by no means deserving of it. that's always been a sore spot for her. seeing it too much, and feeling that way it twists. threatens to boil over within her. that isn't her focus, now, though.
she is a beauty, don't they say all beauty has its thorns? or that's what cellinia thinks. she's not without her own, even for a handsome face like hers. they only hadn't come out in full for now. not between them. not unless something sets off their more prickly natures into being their own problems. she looks at her like she's worthy, like she means something. isn't that so frightening? someone could see mai that way, and it's a beast of a woman that has had her own struggles. too many for her age, too many for her younger years that would make many wonder how she even lived like this. how she survived. that wasn't an answer she can give, but cellinia knows she has her own view.
it didn't matter, what matters is the way that she finds it too natural to give her attention she's long since craved. a touch which nobody had ever given her, a kindness that might feel like poison in her veins when she feels her ears prick up. those sounds drive her madder, the sighs and how she speaks to her. she can be a sweet talker, charming in how she can talk people out or into something. cellinia's always been good with her words for that. often told that she says pretty things while they all conceded she had a point. her predatory eyes don't leave her for a second.
isn't it only fitting the wild beast also memorizes her lover and her expressions? she doesn't dare treat her as prey, she's more than that as another thing. more than only a meal while she finds herself waiting with patience that's been worn down near the end of its own rope. cellinia stares, her tail sits calmly and her ears hardly conveying her thoughts. what she's thinking about it. only that she's ready to strike when mai pleases, but she also wasn't above striking when her lover wished at other times to see her be feral.
that heady scent growing only tells her that she was in the right direction, thinking that she would love to hear it. how she speaks so smoothly about filthy things that would soon start. how her arousal was mouthwatering, more a turn on for her especially in her predatory desires. those desires mixed with one of reverently worshiping her like something deserving of it. what an interesting lover, this wolf is.
the verbal tributes aside, she finds herself watching closely. the sight of that gun brushing her cheek, the revolver barrel caressing it like mai's hand had almost. cold steel pressed to warm skin along the way before it goes further down, moves her hair aside to reveal those marks mai left on her collar already from earlier. cellinia's amber eyes are lovely as ever in how they look, the darkening of them and how the slits are prominent in her want. how turned on she must be, watching too closely when mai takes the revolver against her folds.
another lick of her lips, the sound of her bliss against the cold steel of that barrel feeding it further. a hungering beast, she feels like one whenever her goddess laughs. that gun barrel was brought near her lips, covered in her wet heat and smelling strongly of her. she wants that, she has to have it. she wants to hear mai's moans and crying out beneath her as she drinks from her. while cellinia gives her more of herself for what should have been a fling between two girls with their own problems and similarities. the tip of it presses to her lips, her lips which kiss it first with a moan soft as ever of her own.
a run of her tongue against it slowly, her eyes don't look away for a second from her face. she wants to see how mai likes this, likes the way her tongue glides along in such a way to savor the taste. cellinia finds she enjoys the taste of her more from this sample in how her eyes teeter into a feral sense of wildness further. like she can barely restrain herself further from being so close, so close to taste yet not enough for more.)
I want it....
(a barely restrained growl is in her voice. the groan of it, and how dark with hunger she must sound. whatever shall they do, in this story? she's so greedy that she has a craving of her own for this woman's body that's going further. possession, from the baser part of her instincts. mark her, mark her goddess. claim her as yours and yours only. don't even dare hold yourself back for a second. show her, devote yourself, the run of her tongue is thorough, the taste of her goddess turns the wild wolf on further in how she's staring up at her.
how her hands resist the urge to part her legs for more of a taste, the way they run along up and down her thighs. a near frantic desire in that, poor wolf. she must really be at her wits end now, isn't she? and all of it is for the eyes of one hazel eyed beauty who seems more and more proud of herself. more greedy for all the things this wolf has to offer. it's incredible, isn't it?)
I need all of you, the way you taste and the way you moan for me....I need all of it, how delectable it is, and it makes me crave you more. It's driving me madder, this desire. This want to make you mine, only mine.
(the possessive part of her mind makes itself clear, how cellinia feels that urge. would it be too much for her, or would mai be delighted to have a wolf that wants to mark her as solely being hers? that much of a freak, even, in how cellinia already stands out from her features and everything about herself.
it's like asking if she would want to be hers, without knowing what it could mean for them after the first meeting.)
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Date: 2025-03-03 04:37 am (UTC)It is indeed frightening. How many stories have been told, the cautions of parents given to their children-- beware of the forest's depths, beware of the wolves that lurk about, waiting to devour human flesh. Mai has heard them, too, probably read them in some tattered book she and her sister snuck into their room as children, poured over in hushed voices under a dim light. They knew, deep down, that their parents wouldn't give a damn if they wandered in the path of some ravenous beast. In fact, any wolf who snatched away these disappointments for a quick meal would be doing the Zen'in clan a favor. Maki had always protected her from the monsters, telling her to keep her eyes closed as she led her to safety, always. But Maki isn't protecting her anymore, and now Mai is forced to keep her eyes open in order to save herself.
So it's absolutely frightening, when Mai is confronted with the the beast from those stories, staring into each other's eyes. There's a hunger there, as warned, but it isn't just hunger, or rather it isn't one that promises to tear her limb from limb. It's a primal need for her body, for her pleasure. It's an even deeper desire to offer a devotion that Mai has never known in her short life. It's a curious kind of sweetness that is indeed a poison in her veins, coursing with each quick beat of her heart pumping it further throughout her body, feeding on her slowly before any symptoms even present. Mai will be charmed so thoroughly by this handsome wolf before she realizes that she's been tainted-- and by that point she might be too far gone to care for the antidote.
Oh, but she might already be on this unusual path, the way she enthusiastically puts on a pretty little display like this just for Cellinia. As soon as the wolf had purred in that foreign tongue (and translated immediately after) that the scent of her was so tempting and mouthwatering, Mai felt wonderfully emboldened to see that desperation for her grow in those reverent, amber eyes. It makes her even hotter being watched as she teases herself with her revolver, hotter still when Cellinia licks her lips before pressing a dutiful kiss to the tip of the barrel, and moaning softly as she does.]
Oh... [Mai breathes, her eyes bright and entranced by the sight.] Yeah, that's a good girl...
[Mai absolutely loves watching Cellinia use her tongue like this, gliding it over the sticky steel as she licks up every bit of the arousal coating it. No, don't look away for a single instant, you glorious wolf. This is even better than what Mai could have pictured from Cellinia's bold messages, even more magnificent than anything she has ever witnessed. Her free hand reaches out, and cups gently beneath the woman's chin, holding her in place while her tongue laps at the barrel slowly. It's so utterly intimate, and Mai doesn't even think to rupture the moment by being rough or harsh.]
Just like that, don't leave a single drop, okay...?
[Her voice is a sweet coo, a gentle encouragement for such a devoted lover. All the while, her eyes still bear a mischievous glimmer, though nothing ill-intended. She's enjoying this far too much, after all, falling just a bit more for the wolf in her grasp from the way she keeps her eyes trained on the girl above her.
When Cellinia finally declares her basest desires to Mai, it feeds the fire that Mai decides would be absolutely gratifying to let consume her whole.]
You want me to be yours-- just yours?
[Mai replies with a husky laugh. This adventure of theirs has taken quite the turn, hasn't it? The exhilaration she feels almost makes her dizzy, and it liberates her to play along with Cellinia's possessiveness. Play along-- though she's doing far more than that, already in deeper than she knows.]
If you need that-- need it so badly that you'll do anything for me-- then that means that you're going to be all mine, too.
[Because she can see it in Cellinia's eyes, feel it in the impatient way her hands rub up and down Mai's slightly trembling thighs, that this wolfish woman would do anything Mai asked. She already has, every step of the way to this point. This dangerous, beautiful wolf, whisking her into this forest, pleading with her for the chance to devour her and never let her go. And with Mai agreeing to it the way that she is, what will come of it after today?]
All mine, got it? And always by my side.
[She squeezes the hand under Cellinia's jaw briefly before sliding it up to cradle her cheek. A lover's gentle touch, juxtaposed against the feverish passion in her eyes.]
Say "yes," Cellinia... and I'll give you exactly what you want.
[Mai will be more than happy to liberate her from the madness eating her alive, offering up her own taste, her cries, and then surrendering herself finally to Cellinia's beastly claim.]
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Date: 2025-03-03 05:29 am (UTC)dangerous, threatening to whisk away a girl who deserved better. kill the monsters herself without a second thought, that's a thought that stays. she's the most (im)perfect knight a girl could ever ask for. flawed in her own ways, but beautifully flawed in how she knows that. how she keeps her feelings as something to hold close to her chest. this kindness, this sweetness she poisons her with in reverence and passion is only part of that dam holding within her so much. who else but another disappointment and broken soul could understand that? the wild wolf was tired in her own story, doubtful and angry. now she's less tired, less of her doubt and anger. she's free, free in that desire to live and live despite it all. her wish was always that. live freely, no matter what regrets she may have.
and maybe....maybe she thinks to herself that they both never got to live by mai's desire to face the wolf. that this was another piece of their disappointing and misery filled lives, in some ways even for cellinia that binds them. she doesn't want the antidote, either. she wants to keep drowning, falling into that pool together as they fade and hope something such as what remains of their hearts would keep them safe. safe alone and in one another's arms. while those that once hurt mai might even be dead and gone by the time cellinia is through with them if it came to that.
there is no changing that, if pushed then one broken girl would be the farthest from their worries by the time the big bad wolf is done with them. that wolf who would take her far away on request as mai pleases. perhaps, it'd be better to say they're like red riding hood had taken the wolf in and promised her something. that promise had become something more that wasn't only their wanton desires and everything physical that had been planned for a tryst. it was something more beneath the surface. her eyes on her, cellinia finds it harder to think. to think about anything more, with each run of her tongue.
dedicated and devoted. her grandfather might even have been proud of cellinia for giving a lover such devotion that she deserves. she deserves the world, is something he'd have said while reminding his precious granddaughter to protect her with everything that she has.
those eyes will never leave mai, not even for one second. the intimate licks of that gun barrel, her hand on cellinia's chin, it's blissful in itself. she doesn't move away, she's hardly minding that and the way it feels more intimate and tender between them. this wolf wasn't wasting any drops of her arousal, the taste like a delicacy to her and one that cellinia craves intensely. that pounding of her own heart is ringing through her ears. if there was another mistake made now, it was when she heard her question. that question asked after her baser and animalistic instincts had made its own desire known from her.
the laughter in her voice husky, not even minding.
what catches her attention is when her lover speaks, she wants to own her too. she wants to make cellinia hers, only hers. a desire that's mutual again. a wolf's own can be intense, and it isn't as if cellinia hadn't told her. her possessive streak might even be dangerous for people in how she'd glare at them for trying to lay a finger on mai. more than that while their eyes are locked, while cellinia's hands are making an attempt to not seem too desperate in how they rub into her thighs.
she wanted it. she wants it badly, another mistake on their growing list which would only be further enhanced by the next day in how the wolf in all of her beauty and loveliness is barely restraining herself. she wants what she wants. she wants this girl, she needs her far too badly for it to be considered near sane in the way cellinia hardly had to think about her answer.
she might never think much about it when it comes to mai depending when she desires something from the wolf that is threatening to keep her forever as her own.)
Yes.
(she breathes it out, the run of her tongue along the now clean barrel having had stopped. she's above her, but not for long in how she intends to go lower. to treat her to more than only a tryst and a moment they would have simply said was done in passing. cellinia is hungry, but mai is hungry and greedy, too. that's nothing she minds. she never would mind it whenever her hands pause.
they only pause to stay in place along her lovers thighs, her thighs which cellinia was holding with care despite the desperation and more thrumming in her veins when she leans her cheek into that hand. like something soft for what they both intend.)
I want to be yours....
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Date: 2025-03-03 07:57 am (UTC)But not Cellinia, whose sharp eyes, keen ears, and pretty tail would absolutely paint her as a true beast in the presence of those who wear human faces-- these humans who are capable of acts just as unspeakable as those a demon might carry out in the name of tradition. Even the bites she has left thus far all along Mai's body, marked with teeth that could certainly draw blood with ease, are far more ravishing than anything that any human has ever pressed upon her flesh. And now, at least, she feels far more beautiful under Cellinia's intense watch than she had with anyone else.
Talk about addicting feelings... ]
Mmm.
[With the barrel sufficiently licked spotless, Mai draws it back, her hand still wrapped around the grip as she moves to drape both arms around Cellinia looming above her for now. The blunt end of the grip nestles against the muscles of the wolf's firm back. It feels so right, holding her like this while she kneels between Mai's legs.]
Tell me again.
[She murmurs her request softly, looking up at her devoted wolf with a cheekiness in her smiling expression, and an unmistakable neediness in her eyes. She wants to hear it again, that Cellinia is promising herself to Mai in return for having Mai to herself. Is this some twisted form of a binding vow? Mai can't possibly imagine what Cellinia could hope to gain from possessing her-- a pretty little lover who might make her life a touch more difficult? At least her lover is clearly not lacking when it comes to strength, something that Mai can silently admit to coveting in other people, well-aware of how little she herself has ever had. Well-aware, even, that she might never be strong enough to be anything other than a sidekick, as generous a role that is for her.
Could that ever be enough for someone like Cellinia, who seems self-assured enough to handle life on her own? Somewhere down the line, an ugly fear may once again rear its head, whispering cruelly to Mai that she's too weak and pitiful-- always meant to be left behind again.
Nevertheless, right now, she yearns to hear Cellinia declare herself to Mai again. In that charming foreign tongue, even, if she so desires. At least then, would Mai not need her to give another lesson, unless she wanted to utter more promises into her ear. She will wait for her answer, but she is far too impatient for another kiss-- she tilts her head up and steals one quickly, capturing Cellinia's lips between hers and and slipping her tongue inside to deepen their contact.]
Oh, no...
[Her voice bears a tone of mock disappointment when their kiss breaks, and when she pulls away just a bit to grin up at Cellinia, there's a definite impishness dancing in her eyes.]
I can't just taste that much of myself on you.
[A lie, of course. Cellinia has the flavor of Mai's musk all over her tongue, an unmistakable taste that they share when Mai kisses her. The both of them know it, just as they both know what Mai is insinuating with this remark.]
Do something about it, won't you?
[An invitation for the wolf to feast herself on her lover, as she so plainly aches to do. Or permission to do so, if such an idea would appeal more to the dedicated and devoted aspects forged in Cellinia, courtesy of her upbringing.]
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Date: 2025-03-03 08:48 am (UTC)the beasts could lurk anywhere, she isn't the least bit normal and yet there was plenty to say about humans who were worse than monsters. not even cellinia is so terrible as a wild wolf. she was so tender, so slow as she touched her body. the wolf who only could marvel at how beautiful she is, her hands so gentle in their touch and her body so near for her lover. mai was to be treated so beautifully in general by her hand, the way cellinia caresses her thighs in wait. despite her impatience, she couldn't resist. touching her felt so much better than not while they're alone in this car.
cellinia between her legs, above her and feeling those urges strongly.
addiction, it's like a poison, too. in their kisses, in the way they react to their words. bold and more. further, further as it comes and goes in their hands. she can tell, she can see it in her eyes. that neediness, being told that she wants to be hers. that she wants her and wants mai to have her, the wolf that looks down at her without question. without even minding that she wants to hear it again, those pretty words from cellinia's mouth. how beautiful, like music they are to match the sensual tone in the background for them.)
I want to be yours....
(those kiss bruised lips, murmuring it close to mai's own whenever she closes the distance. that stolen kiss for the moment gets her to moan again, her tongue licking again into mai's. her taste on her tongue, the musk of it from her arousal and more stirs that beast within her further. brings it out so naturally whenever cellinia feels it. between that and the grip of the revolver against her back, her mind isn't racing any longer with what she focuses on. she focuses on what she wants so much more whenever that impish look and grin on her lips is telling on what was to come next.
her lover wants more than that, she wants cellinia to devour and cover her tongue in her taste. more of it. of course, it appeals to her. that permission and everything granted to her to feast tenderly on her. in the future, she might even promise her dearly that she wouldn't leave. not the way she did another in the past who was driven by obsession to do with everything related to this handsome wolf. no. unlike back then, she'd perhaps even promise so much more after seeing how much this girl has gone through.
she'd promise her freedom if she sought it in whatever ways her heart in its own twisted desires might ever crave. would this count as a binding vow, truly? that's more a mystery in how for a vow, it's by no means the same in practice. not in how she's giving her more than others had ever dared to. those monsters in her life can disappear for a time, as long as she's wanted by her when cellinia steals another deep kiss of her own. briefly, before she begins again her descent. she would leave her more marks wherever mai desired most at another time.
she wants something more, and it's clearer that they both do.
between her thighs properly, kneeling down is this wolf. a hand moves to touch along her glistening lips, to run her fingers along them. her mouth waters again at the heady scent of arousal, the strength of it when cellinia presses a kiss to her there. those bruised lips ever dutiful in worship before her tongue licks into that wet heat slowly. like earlier, she enjoys the taste. a lovely hum and sound leaves her as if pleased before her slow licks steadily pick up the pace for her lover.
her goddess. a wolf's tongue would feel different from a human's, much more different. everything about her in some ways would differ in her anatomy down to the way that she's not rushing too much. she's as devoted as ever, how cute of her in the way her sharp ears seem to prick up again despite herself in delight. half from the feast cellinia is having and other half from that urge to claim her being met.
cellinia did at least intend to treat her well, treat her right. if she wants to make another mistake, then the wolf would bring her home with her at any time after they surrender themselves fully. that wasn't going to be taken off as an offer from that urge in her more baser instincts to have her near after earlier. the wolf wouldn't dare dream of leaving her goddess alone in the cruel grasps of her reality when she isn't there.
if only to let her feel alive herself, the way that cellinia once hadn't had the plreasure of having in her life. that didn't come until later, later when she already was on the verge of going down a far worse path from her own suffering.
far too much of it, truly, had she not been found in time by the beast she considers her father figure.)
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Date: 2025-03-04 06:08 am (UTC)Perhaps one day in the far future, those same hands that could free Mai from the life she is chained to, might hold her afterward with the same tenderness shown to her in this moment, right now. No matter if they're freshly drenched in the blood of her kin-- perhaps that could be a beautiful, twisted memory they make together.
Cellinia speaks the words Mai wishes to hear again, and it melts another layer of tension Mai hardly knew she was carrying. It rouses a vulnerability she was so certain she'd keep deeply concealed, agitating it and revealing something precious she thought she had shattered and buried within herself out of necessity. If she could, neglected and needy girl as she is, Mai would make Cellinia say those words until her voice is hoarse. She'll bite her tongue, though, and won't demand it.
Then, you're mine now.
Rapidly, her heartbeat thrums beneath her breast, and whenever Mai tries to suck in a breath, it just ends up shaky and more shallow than she'd like. Cellinia captures her mouth in one more deep kiss before she heeds the girl's suggestive hint, but Mai almost wants to keep her there in their kiss, her arms still draped about her neck, their eyes looking into one another's, searching. What is she looking for, exactly? The answer eludes her. Perhaps it is simply another second beneath those reverent amber eyes, something to anchor onto before they part to chase a deeper pleasure. It's silly, surely, to feel compelled to give into such sentimental things...
It's fine. The neediness she feels all the more strongly will be fulfilled in a different way, one that's far more carnal. It isn't such a terrible sight, Cellinia lowering herself to kneel finally between Mai's legs, at last able to indulge in what they both crave. Her gaze is trained on the wolf, watching her eyes behold her "meal," so hot and dripping wet for her. Mai gasps lightly when Cellinia strokes her fingers along her sensitive lips, her eyes narrowing slightly at the contact that makes her ache all the more intensely. She opens her legs a bit further, reflexively, wanting that touch even more, as much as she can get. Certain sensitive spots caressed by those rough, pretty fingers will earn the woman a low, appreciative whimper or two.
It's only when Cellinia leans in to press a kiss against her sex does it draw a particularly delicious whine from Mai's lips. Her free hand grasps at the leather headrest of the seat beside her, wanting to brace herself before the show really begins. She swallows thickly in anticipation while she soaks up the image of Cellinia, ever-devoted, kissing her there slowly before slipping her tongue out to truly taste her from the source. The sensation is splendid enough to have Mai groaning loudly, now, craning her head back to rest against the window of the backseat door. All the while, her eyes are determined to never tear away from woman pleasuring her so perfectly. Little by little, that lovely tongue works between her sensitive folds, lapping up the arousal that flows more plentifully at the continuous stimulation. It feels even better than she could have ever fathomed, being so dutifully tasted by such an unfamiliar sensation. A deep blush creeps upon her cheeks as she thinks, any person-- any human-- who had come before really doesn't compare, at all... ]
Y-You... [With the cool end of the barrel, Mai brushes aside the dark bangs covering her lover's face. She wants to see, wants to see every bit she can rake her eyes over.] You're so pretty, like this...
[Just like this, with her face nestled beautifully between Mai's lightly quivering thighs. The compliment falls more easily than it normally would from her lips, but the sweet pleasure that tingles up her spine makes her cheeky personality soften some. She sets her revolver down-- still close enough within reach, of course-- and uses her now-free hand to rake through Cellinia's dark hair, her nails lightly grazing her scalp while she murmurs more soft words of praise. It doesn't escape her attention how her fluffy ears prick up, and the sight amuses Mai more than she imagined it would. In between caressing Cellinia's head, she curiously takes an ear between her fingers and strokes it languidly, before repeating the same action with the other.]
C-Cute...
[It really is. Cute, in all of its unusual nature, those ears belong to a wolf of all things, though a gorgeous one at that. But Mai feels far too good too be all that conflicted over such things, and simply lets out low, breathy moans in return for Cellinia's skilled mouth.]
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Date: 2025-03-04 07:17 am (UTC)that craving, her fingers brush against sensitive thighs. along the bite marks she left for mai while looking up at her through those pretty lashes of hers. cellinia isn't always good at this, not in a normal sense for a girl like her, with flirting and displays of affection. but for a change, she shows it. she shows more with her honesty in each sound she hears, the passing by of every second feeling slower than earlier in their indulgence. the anticipation from that lovely voice is music to her ears, her more animalistic side.
she's loving it as the taste of her musk and wetness coats her tongue with each lap of it.
her lips would be a mess, too, but that isn't something she cares about. not at the moment that she'd taste heavily of mai by the time she's done. she doesn't pause, she doesn't for a moment even as she shows her devotion. her utter devotion, while mai reaches to move her bangs out of the way with the barrel of her revolver. those lovely eyes are locked on her face again, on her eyes again. the hunger in her expression had softened to something tender for a beast. a lonely, lone wolf letting down her own guard for once in her life. for a change, one that might have astonished those people in her life that cared about her. that all had wondered if cellinia might one day let herself be at ease, not always looking ready to run away.
she wasn't with her for this moment, this moment of her fingers rubbing gently into mai's thighs. the claws along them could even rake lines on them lightly if she wanted, but cellinia didn't. isn't it funny that the beast, the wolf, doesn't want to hurt her without it being something she wanted? a wild animal felt more for her and her struggles than the world had dared to.
she's fixated and more on watching the way that she moans, the groans. the length of her tongue can be....useful, to put it plainly. a little too useful for its own good in how she knows how to use it. the more bestial part of her instincts is pleased, pleased from how cellinia is making her own hums of pleasure from every drop she's getting of her lover.
enough that she feels her ears prick up more at being told how pretty she looks while between her legs. seems that the instincts of canines are stronger in wolves than she'd like to admit from how her tail almost wants to wag. being praised must do something to her, but she wouldn't dare speak about that. she's not a pet. or so she's often reminded others that had tried to say such pretty things to her, whether they were in bed or not together.
though maybe there are exceptions in how her fluffy ears twitch subtly at the attention given after that scratch to her head. they're comfortable, she doesn't even recoil away from mai reaching for them. it seems that cellinia has considerable trust in her to not abuse them in their soft fluff and more, the piercings in her right ear even move from each twitch of them at the attention she receives.
ah, that really did it. in how her pace starts to pick up, her tongue going from languid strokes along her lips to faster. less languid, more hungry, and perhaps even more excited than she might mention from the praise and treatment she's receiving. though it didn't stop her from murmuring:)
Mi fai impazzire....
(sensitive ears, a weakness found by her lover. even up to the tips of them can be. the sharpness of them cute in their own way while cellinia thinks to herself that she set herself up now for them getting more attention. she doesn't always move them, not for just anyone.)
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Date: 2025-03-04 08:55 pm (UTC)That isn't to say that she isn't absolutely in love with how skillfully Cellinia's mouth enjoys its fill of her. She keeps her pace steady to start, considerate in the way she doesn't want to overwhelm Mai by playing the ravenous beast one would normally expect of her. It's enough to make Mai feel practically electric, alight with sensations she has only felt echoes of before, if at all. Her whimpers, almost pitiful in their sweetness, fill the air and mingle with the soft music still playing, with even Cellinia's approving hums at her own handiwork.]
Mmm... like that, like that...
[A sensual desperation colors her words, punctuated by sharp gasps and needy sighs. The hand she grips at the headrest joins the other at Cellinia's head, alternating between between holding her closer against her stuttering hips, and petting her adoringly when the sensations are gentle enough for her to calm down momentarily. In those moments, some distant voice in her mind asks her what any of this will accomplish-- the pretty words of devotion and this mind-searing delight that comes after-- but Mai can't figure out an answer that's satisfactory enough. Everything that they're doing, everything that they've said, all of it simply feeds her own base desire to be cherished and kept close.
That's all, but that should be enough, shouldn't it? Cellinia isn't asking her to be any better, any more composed than she is being right now, giving into a carnal ecstasy that's only mounting with every pass of her tongue along her wet, sensitive lips. All Cellinia expects--at least, Mai hopes-- is for her to give in and enjoy it, every bit she has to offer. And a weaker Mai would accept it, accept it all and walk away feeling like some part of her is now tied to another, leaving her wanting. But a different voice in the back of Mai's mind demands that she take just as much, if not more, once Cellinia's kisses taste of nothing else but Mai's ecstasy.]
Oh...!
[But all of those voices dissipate in an instant. Mai feels herself melting again when Cellinia dips her tongue deep, deeper into her heat, causing her walls to flutter reactively around the blissful intrusion. And when she drags it out in favor of lapping at her slick lips once more, the flat of her tongue brushing up against that very sensitive nub of flesh, Mai utters a surprised, high-pitched cry. Her fingers tangle roughly in the woman's long, dark hair-- Mai avoids her ears, though mostly without thinking of it-- and she grips her head with a bit of intensity. She's torn between pushing her off just a bit, or pulling her closer for more of that perfect feeling.
After calming down from a jolt of pleasure like that, Mai feels her mind go fuzzy for a split-second, and she only registers that Cellinia has said something after she finishes speaking. It takes her a second longer, still, to realize that those words make no sense to her. Cellinia, it seems, had grown impassioned enough to slip back into her mother tongue. Whether from the reactions that Mai is giving her, or the way she idly caresses her sharp ears, Mai isn't too sure. Perhaps it's both? She hopes so, because she has no intention of holding back on either, going forward.]
Wh-What?
[The way she asks, her voice still thick with beautifully frustrated pleasure, is almost cute. This brief respite from Cellinia's eager tongue gives Mai a chance to catch her breath. Her chest rises and falls quickly, a slight sheen of sweat from the excitement dampening her skin. She's certainly quite the vision, covered in all of the love bites nibbled onto her from earlier. But Cellinia is even more striking, if possible, with her lips and chin already dripping with Mai's essence. It stokes a burning need in the girl to yank her up so she can kiss her oh so wetly, but she can feel the inkling of her climax creeping ever closer upon her. Choices, choices... ]
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Date: 2025-03-04 09:52 pm (UTC)she wouldn't have had her beautiful eyes light up the way that they had if it wasn't.
like she knows a secret, a beautifully spoken secret before she runs the flat of her tongue along that sensitive nub of flesh again. the length of it eager from each lick, from her more passionate change of pace at its intrusion within her in its explorative entrance to that wet heat again. how it runs along her inner walls, deeper than any human tongue can get. she can tell her lover shouldn't be kept waiting long. not in how the wolf's eyes are burning in the way they stare at her. a greed, a need for more while those rough hands rub into her thighs and her nose nudges against her clit slightly from her eager eating.
in how she's held close, close then not close by those soft hands. the caress of her sharp ears, which seem to revel in attention of their own despite herself. amusing, she would say at any other time she isn't a dog or someone's pet, and yet she's allowing this girl to touch along sensitive areas. her ears, anyway. that was indeed both. her reactions and the idle caresses. cellinia might even tell her after about them being sensitive, even with her knowing she's signing herself up for more trouble in how mai has enough trust to touch them without her reacting poorly.
her tongue is alternating its work, deeper licks and massaging along her walls and eager ones along her lips. a part of her did wonder if this was a good idea, but did it matter? they've come this far, and it seems both sides have a small realization that they'd be leaving this without their earlier thoughts of it being one time. that they can equally let out their greedy desires. cellinia wouldn't even let her go without a fight as another bonus for this girl and her suffering. that she has a beautiful girl, so lovely and more, so wild....all of it in her hands. another feat to be sure, not one that might be welcomed.
but that didn't mean cellinia wasn't any less willing for a goddess who was often mistreated, expected to quietly take it while forced to carry on through this miserable lot in life that had been shoved on her. she's humming again to herself. the taste is addicting, and it might not ever leave her mind that she wants all of her. not in how there's pretty moans of her own as soft as they are from her own lips, muffled by her tongue being busy with each lick into her essence.
she's not taking those daring eyes off her, those eyes that dare to be too beautiful. so sharp and mesmerizing in how they stare, the predatory hunger in them that mixes into want and desire. she didn't demand anything of her, that is true, but cellinia see's it more as if her lover wants to be greedy and also chase her then who is she to deny that? she isn't the easiest to pursue herself on a good day, in how her demeanor can leave so much to be desired. too much, genuinely. it did little to stop how she's waiting, she wants to watch her fall over the edge in pleasure.
she wants to see all of it.
how she might cry out when she climaxes, how much this lovely face might be on her mind to the point of haunting away her darkest nightmares. making them fade to the thought of her ecstasy, her cries of pleasure. that'd be better than dreams of death, blood spilled in dreary rain that seemed to be constant. rain that she was often fond of against her own better judgment in how she likes to feel it against her skin in her mixed view of that from time in the motherland.
maybe even she might dream of her in that rain, kisses and passion within it. driven by that greed again that seems bottomless.
that sounded so much more better, doesn't it?)
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Date: 2025-03-05 03:12 am (UTC)Tch...
[That click of her tongue holds far less menace than it normally would, but she's too proud not to answer that handsome smirk with a retort. Or an attempt at one, anyway.]
Y-You think you're so--
[So what? Whatever thought she hopes to gasp out is quickly cut short by another drawn-out groan the instant Cellinia resumes her efforts at worshipping Mai with her mouth until she comes. It's clear from the way she laps feverishly at her clit again that she's in pursuit of more of Mai's little exclamations. And she'll receive them, of course, as many as she desires to draw from her with that dutiful mouth, so quick to learn what causes Mai's body to shudder and sing for her. Whatever shred of reluctance Mai has towards getting loud for her lover crumbles as she's eaten out with a more passionate vigor. Her panting groans overpower whatever is playing on the car speakers, interspersed with strained curses muttered under her breath.
Her hands tremble as she pets Cellinia's hair, running her palms as tenderly as she can manage over her fluffy ears, mesmerized by their little reactions whenever attention is lavished on them. Rather than merely a sweet distraction from the erotic sight of Cellinia feasting on her, Mai feels a tiny bit of pride that she, too, can touch her lover in such a pleasing way while she indulges in most of the pleasure being doled out. Once she's made aware of just how much Cellinia enjoys having them played with, Mai won't be able to resist taking the opportunities to tease her to her heart's content. She might even be thinking, her mind as hazy and unfocused as it is right now, of ways she might be able to play with those precious ears once their roles are reversed.]
Cellinia.
[With an urgency that can only mean one thing, Mai pronounces her name between breathy whimpers and grips the back of her head with a strength she'd only muster up in a fit of desperation such as this. It's amazing, so amazing, she needs this badly, and it's not enough-- What a flurry of emotions that barrage her in the throes of intense pleasure. Her heart wants to leap from her chest with how strongly it thumps against her ribs, and her body alternates between tensing fiercely and melting even further under Cellinia's attention.]
You can't-- You can't stop...
[Her voice nearly breaks as she forces out a pathetic little order, one that sounds so much more like a heartfelt plea, if Mai were to allow herself to beg a little. Not this time, no, but from all of this, Cellinia is at least deeply familiar with some of the ways she can really have Mai seeing stars. A dangerous privilege to have, without a doubt-- but in the wolf's clever hands, it could very well mean more delicious rendezvous like this in the future. No, these meetings will have to keep happening. Mai would make certain of it, even it means pursuing the big bad wolf, this time.
Now at last at the precipice of euphoria, Mai holds Cellinia firmly between her thighs and shamelessly grinds her hips needily against her tongue, wanting it on every single nerve that tingles achingly at her core. The fervent, muffled moans that Cellinia hums against her heat send just the right amount of vibrations between her hips, sharp shocks up her spine. Her cries, high and desperate, are just as sharp, tumbling over themselves in between pleas that sound exactly like Cellinia's name. She dares not look away from her lover's voracious eyes, even as her own grow shiny with the heightened sensations from her looming climax. She only screws her eyes shut, an incoherent sob on her lips, when something in her snaps and makes her body seize powerfully.
There it is, there it is-- wave after wave of her orgasm crashing over her, drowning her in the way it leaves her gasping for breath between her shaky vocalizations. At some point, one of her hands goes to Cellinia's upon her thigh, digging her fingernails in her skin as she squeezes tightly, wanting to hold onto her in any way she possibly can while she rides out this incomparable pleasure.
Let them both haunt one another from this moment of pure exhilaration. Mai can say with absolute certainty that she'll never forget this feeling, the snowball effect of one little, risky decision that has become a sensation that seizes every fiber of her entire being. Let her dream of it, ache for it even in her sleep, making each tortuous day alive worthwhile as long as Cellinia is what awaits her in the depths of the night.]
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