[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.]
(she's pleased, a little too pleased to see the way mai reacted to her deciding to offer her that attractive smirk. she doesn't always do this, but cellinia has her moments in which someone gets an interesting side of her. it always varies, how she acts, what she may do. right now, cellinia finds it easy to let go of her mind. to fixate on her lover and the way she cries out. she didn't want to lose that momentum, that chance while she for once got to see the way her lover couldn't retort the way she desired to in how that tongue of hers cut off any thoughts and chances.
another time, she might tell her again and again how she drives her mad.
how her mind falls to pieces at the sound of her voice, the way she stares. euphoric, it's euphoric to hear her cries. the sound of her being louder, that was something cellinia did. to make her whimper and whine, to make her need more of her. her mind is fixated, focused on her and more. she finds it impossible not to be in the way that this wolf stares up at mai. this goddess who found herself mixed up with a big bad wolf. a wolf who treats her so tenderly. what she sees, what she wants more while she memorizes every detail.
every twitch of her expression, how she didn't want cellinia to stop. she wouldn't. not the way she heard her name, not from how mai grinds so beautifully against her tongue and keeps that hand of hers petting her ears. the way that it gives them attention being something else that makes her melt, that feeling of them being lavished and treated so gently. that wasn't something that was common, cellinia rarely if ever let others touch them. even her tail could be difficult to touch if she didn't trust someone to that point. mai really did luck out in being fortunate. fortunate enough that the wolf is giving her so much more than one would expect. she's not going to ever stop looking at her.
like she's her world, so soon and so sudden in how she was treated like something to covet by a lonely wolf. whatever the case, she's not easing up her tongue. the way it massages her walls, the way it touches and licks into her with the taste of mai covering it splendidly. her lips, too, while she feels the way her body starts to seize. that was it. her relentless tongue is thorough, not letting a single drop be wasted while her lover rides this wave out. how her hands keep hold of her thighs, or one did until mai grabbed the other. she didn't mind that, cellinia even held on to it and hardly did care about the nails sinking into it. she only holds on, squeezes it back without a second thought. beautiful. she thinks to herself, how she let go like this and how cellinia commits to memory this very moment. a moment that the wolf could never forget, not in how she licks her lover clean in the reverence.
her battle worn hand even refusing to let go of mai's own. she wouldn't dare let go, she didn't want to let go. she wanted to give her everything she could have ever craved for in her miserable life. or that's what would be in the future, a future she held little idea about from the way they became entertwined. from the moment she told her that she wanted mai to be hers, cellinia had set it off. perhaps sooner than that with their risky meeting, the risk being some of the biggest she's had in a sense. nobody would willingly walk into a wolf's den if they were sane.
like how they wouldn't wander into the forest after that wolf, not chasing it down as though it's something to keep near as a pet of their own. or a love of their own to keep. it's easy to forget they're still wild animals, but that didn't matter to her. not the way that it should have to some whilst cellinia's other hand rubs slowly into mai's thigh again to soothe. to ease her into reality more while holding that hand of mai's firmly. an anchor, a much-needed anchor.
cellinia eventually pulls away from her "meal" with another kiss given tenderly. her mouth is a mess, and it drips down her chin. she's ate plenty. a meal while giving mai something that she must have never had. affection like poison, kindness like one. a dream to never forget at the end of their days whenever cellinia looks up at her again. she's never once averted her gaze for long from that pretty face.
[It feels like the entire world is in her palm, if only for as long as the flood of pleasure steals her breath away, making her feel truly free. The bars of the cage that, every day without fail, press hard against her skin, fall to the side as if toppled by a violent trembling of the earth. A splendid trembling, not like the earth-shaking footsteps of a monster on its warpath. Not her father's raging, forcing her to retreat back into that cage for her own safety. No, this time, the ground beneath her shifts, crumbles entirely. Who will she be, when she returns to them, all of them? Maybe the same girl, on the surface, because so few people ever bother themselves with the person beneath the prickly exterior she has cultivated.
But, even the surface has been tilled anew, with little blooms of marks that hadn't been there before. And below-- she can't even put it into words. Freedom, is the closest Mai can liken it to. Or devotion, belonging, to something entirely separate from the suffocating chains shackling her to her family. She wants to keep it safe, this feeling. Wants them to never touch it, not even know it exists, lest they yank it away from her and crush it underfoot the way they always have.
By the time she comes down, Mai's nerves are positively fried. Having felt everything, everything to its fullest extent, there's nothing left that can touch her any more deeply than those sensations that she's reeling from. In the back of her mind, she distantly registers the hand that grabs hers in return, squeezing in effort to give her that anchor she so seeks. It truly is a poison, this affectionate touch, and it sneakily roots its way even further within her. The way their hands cling to one another, the way Cellinia caresses her reassuringly as the excitement settles down, the way she looks up at Mai again, pure devotion in her eyes-- it almost gnaws at that loathsome shadow creeping around the girl's heart, the one that's anxious to drag her back to the depths again.
But Mai doesn't want to go, not this time. She doesn't want to follow that shadow and bury herself again out of self-hatred. Not after she's had this glimpse of what it feels like to be chosen again. Because Cellinia declared that she wanted to belong to Mai, wanted Mai to belong to her, too. Mai can't forget their exchange, even in the satisfied static of her thoughts, those words hold fast and give her greedy little hands something to cling to.
Her panting begins to slow down, and the lilting melody fills the space between them once more. Mai's limbs feel weak, wobbly as she shifts once Cellinia leaves her with a parting kiss atop where pleasure still throbs. Blinking away the droplets gathered upon her eyelashes, Mai looks upon the handsome wolf with a fresh kind of awe.]
...messy.
[Her voice is slightly rasped as she murmurs that little quip, but her eyes betray the fondness for the pretty little mess she regards, reaches for with the hand she had previously kept firmly at the back of Cellinia's head. Mai swipes a thumb slowly over her lips, smearing the juices gathered there, making even more of a mess of her lover. Perfect. Now that's what a beast should look like, thoroughly fed and waiting to be praised for it.
And even though words fail her now, Mai wants to praise Cellinia's dedication. Praise her with kisses and touches of her own, making a meal of her next. It's a shame that traditional words of praise just aren't her strong suit, but she can certainly exalt her lover in other ways.]
C'mere, kiss me...
[Finally releasing the hand that clings to Cellinia's, Mai places it atop the woman's shoulder and gently urges her up to fulfill her request. She wants to lap it up, the mess she made all over her lips, wants those kisses again, wants to let her hands roam over Cellinia's body. Tired as she is, Mai's greediness is as alive as ever, and it's already nibbling on her to return the favor. Those little hums offered by Cellinia as she feasted were just an appetizer for Mai, and she's keen on having the real deal soon enough.]
(isn't it funny? finding that a wild beast can understand too well, that nothing is ever easy. that humans themselves can be more dangerous than them while cellinia does note to herself that mai looked much better this way. not like she's likely as tired as she had once been in her own younger years. a tired wolf, expectations placed upon her that some would have turned tail and run more at. who wants to learn that their new companion was once in the mafia? or rather, that she once was a daughter born into that life with the expectations that she would be who leads. her father was never pleased by it, he wanted his daughter to dress like a woman.
to be married off to some other familiga with the intention of forming alliances between them.
that's the end goal he might have had for them, partially with his intentions of taking over and separating them from the country. the country which was currently carrying on in their day by day without another a thought about the missing daughter. she understands it too well, the way that the thoughts can take hold of someone. the anxiety behind everything, her life prior to this had been dangerous. some nights she'd smoke heavily while hoping to one day see what her grandfather often spoke about within the old country, others she'd drink quietly to herself and sit alone in whatever hotel room or apartment she got her hands on. she doesn't recommend it. not how she lived like that.
being torn apart by country and family wasn't something she'd ever think of as good.
not even now when she's "free", free to keep safe those important to her after a small promise to herself that she never again wants to lose as much as she had. regardless, cellinia does feel that poison blooming inside of her too. she promised, didn't she? she wants to be hers, she wants mai to be hers, too. it's a quiet moment in which they're both staring at one another. one seeming less like a corpse in cellinia's eyes and more as though some life returned to her, even that was better than seeing the way she almost looked as if she were going through the motions. carrying on, another day, another time spent internalizing the negative feelings she could have felt about everything.
she knows the signs too well, as someone that once looked that way....she always knew it too well in how it can stand out when she looks at others.
at her, now. cellinia is silent at first (mainly from thinking about it) until that word draws her attention. "messy". she knows, truly. she made a right mess with eating her out, the juices on her lips and chin. some that mai had smeared along across them, as if more pleased that cellinia can let herself go in such a way. she's quiet, but that didn't mean that she stopped looking at her with those sharp amber eyes. her handsome face slightly softer despite herself, despite her own rough times in life and how it's different now.
a beast indeed, a beast that lets go of her lover's hand, a beast that comes closer to mai when she makes that plea. it's only fitting, she liked kissing her. a little too much for her own good, but cellinia has long since passed that line of wanting to go back. she could have before they went deeper, but she took the plunge. she chased her. chased her so readily, so naturally, without thinking too much about it. someone would have thought them to be like in one of those stories, maybe their own version of little red riding hood in general. the girl welcoming a wolf in her bed and recognizing the way it would treat her kindly, too kindly for it being a wild wolf.
regardless, she's not thinking again about it. not when she kisses her tenderly, her lips a mess and tasting like mai. not when she meets that greed more than readily, even if her lover is tired. if she's too tired, she wouldn't dare make mai touch her. there was always later. another time. cellinia can recognize the differences in their stamina by that, she's much more physical in comparison. she'll give her those pretty hums, songs, whatever she wants to her of her voice in due time.
she'd let her touch along her body as she pleases. a goddess can touch a lone wolf, a packless wolf who would never have another home. another pack, even. but that didn't matter while she kisses mai with parted lips, again, again, and again. slowly, tenderly. wanting, craving, and not in any rush for more to give her lover time. a chance to recover.
[It's more than a little amusing, the ways in which their thoughts latch on to the wisps of a past that still has their claws in them but good. What would Mai think of Cellinia's mafia upbringing, a life based on a code of honor and rigorous expectations, its members never allowed to step out of line? Why, in too many ways, it mirrors her own experiences in the Zen'in clan, though Mai was decidedly far lower in rank in comparison to Cellinia's status. Does it change much, though? One day, they could commiserate over fathers who hated them, found them lacking in some way or another. If all a daughter's worth lies in her looks and the quality of children she could give her husband, then the two of them might even laugh one day at how they were able to leap off of this terrible path decided for them by those who desired to control them.
Or, well, it's only Cellinia who has escaped, for now. For good or ill, Mai is still overlooked enough-- or deemed unworthy altogether, both equally true and equally fitting-- that her family barely expects her to make anything of herself at the technical school. She's only there courtesy of her older twin's pigheadedness. Hardly a life she would have chosen for herself, but when has she ever had much choice? Forever going through the motions, indeed, those decided by seemingly everyone else in her life. She wouldn't be surprised that Cellinia's all-too perceptive eyes had taken note of this pathetic facet of hers, though she'd vehemently reject being painted with such a pitiful brush, no matter how painfully true it is.
One choice that Mai has made, though-- one choice that is, from start to finish, entirely on her own-- is this one, right here. The choice to skip out on training a cursed technique that would never be worth a damn, the choice to take up some amorous stranger for an afternoon romp, the choice to exchange a curious promise of fidelity before offering this pretty beast a body owned and controlled by one of the most powerful entities in jujutsu society. Sure, she had given herself to Cellinia in word and in deed, but by virtue of birth, the Zen'in have laid their claim to her from her very first breath.
It's a thought cold enough to sober the delicious feelings she just had the pleasure of experiencing, but that's a dilemma for another day. For all she knows, this afternoon in the countryside might be all she has to stave away the frustration of the day-to-day.
And she can't speak it aloud-- won't allow herself to, even-- that she hopes for something more. Because promises mean something-- to sorcerers with their vows, and to Mai with her bitter loneliness. Or perhaps these blissful feelings are merely leaving her soft. Vulnerability has never failed to leave fingerprints of discomfort all over her heart.
Ah, but a pleasant diversion is always welcomed. As soon as Cellinia rises from kneeling and climbs her way to hover over Mai, the girl encircles her arms loosely around her shoulders, drawing her close. A moment or two pass between them, with Mai staring up at her face with weary admiration. Normally, a beast would look upon a weakened human in their midst with a perverse glee, and take this as invitation to taunt them, deal a fatal blow. Yet Cellinia just watches her quietly, calmly, ready to fulfill her request. Strange, the strangest kind of creature Mai has ever faced. Stranger still is how eager Mai is to have Cellinia's lips against her own once more, and how she wastes no time in making that wish a reality. Her tongue peeks out to lap at the mess on her chin before she tilts her head up for a proper kiss.]
...better.
[Through deep, sticky kisses, Mai and Cellinia trade the taste of her along their tongues. It colors these kisses a bit differently, doesn't it? A warmth creeps up on Mai's cheeks when her mind goes to what exactly Cellinia had to do to wear such a heady flavor. It isn't the same as when they locked lips at the beginning, hungry and impatient to have one another's touch at last. There's no rush in the way they savor each other, now. Cellinia handles her with a sweet tenderness, almost overwhelming in its own delightful way. It earns her soft sighs against her lips, quiet groans of enjoyment as Mai cups her face in her hand, letting the long strands of the wolf's hair spill over her like a dark curtain.
Without a doubt, Mai is grateful for the mercy in this recovery period. It permits her to continue having Cellinia's attention while her nerves settle down some, the pulsing between her thighs now pleasantly calmed. In a unique display of thanks for her efforts, Mai kisses and licks every drop of herself clinging to her lover. The taste of a job very well done. She'll gladly admit that much. All the while, she watches Cellinia through lidded eyes, enjoying the soft thrill of being looked upon so intently-- little red riding hood marveling at the bright eyes of her wild wolf.
After a bit of time, Mai feels emboldened again to let her hands wander slowly over Cellinia's body above her. One hand, for the time being, remains anchored at the nape of her neck, nestled beneath her dark hair. Her other hand slides over her shoulder, trailing languidly down her arm, savoring the firm muscles that tense every now and then beneath her damp skin. Mai brings her hand back up the path it had taken, pausing to squeeze her upper arm tightly as she indulges in a particularly deep kiss between them with a soft moan.
Her fingers then dance over Cellinia's back, over her shoulder blades, down her spine, raking her nails lightly along every now and again, just enough to leave faint pink lines. It makes her hum in approval, smiling slightly into their kisses. She promised to leave her mark, but this will have to do for the time being. From her back, Mai brings her hand over her shoulder once again, stroking with an enthusiasm that grows little by little. She roams over her collarbone, then down further where she cups and fondles gently at Cellinia's breast. She palms over her ribs, next, then her taut abdomen with its plentiful scars, before dipping lower, lower, until her fingers ghost over the heat she feels radiating from between her legs.
Mai breaks their kiss, then, their lips millimeters apart while she casts her eyes up curiously at Cellinia. The tables have turned yet again, and now Mai is the one lingering, awaiting an invitation she certainly doesn't need-- she can take what she wants-- but she does so miss the sound of her lover's voice.]
(promises are not to be made lightly, as cellinia knows too well. words given so sweetly are not to be taken back, either. she speaks them out, she says it willingly. that she promises herself, that she promises her and her body to this lone little red riding hood. it's something she wouldn't forgive herself about if she did break it, cellinia knows the way that promises can tear apart broken girls like them for speaking them out so truly. they're poisonous, like that tender affection both sides are displaying toward one another. the sentimentality behind it a danger, something that wouldn't be good for them in itself. but that didn't matter. it doesn't, not how she finds it impossible to not demand more.
more in the sense of her desire to have her, the way it struck her and made her realize how much she might relate to what little she's observed. nothing more than that, than the sensation of their bodies together. the idle thoughts which fade to deep kisses and that way mai licks into her mouth. her hair, black and dark as ever, curtaining her perfectly from the world in this car during their afternoon rendezvous. they're alone. they're a pair with such parallels she'd begin to wonder if the universe decided to tell them both something. something that might get better, given time, but neither side would know that yet.
not even cellinia could say she knows the future. that's always been the emperor, and he was never one to reveal what he does know about it. then again, she never asked him. she felt it pointless because why would she want to know the future? it's better to see it for herself, be it good or bad. which is what makes this mystery they're falling into together all the more in some ways frightening yet not. it's a comfort, yet not comfort at the same time in the depths of passion which threatens to drag them both under. somewhere too deep, too far away from what once had been their usual lot in life. her freedom is best shared, better shared between them and the more she tastes this sweet poison they're both deeply in....the more she might be reckless. more reckless, more seeking her with everything she has.
isn't it girls who have nothing to lose that are the most dangerous? the most capable of cutting apart themselves, the people around them daring to step in the way of their desires and how they long to keep what they even can of it? that's only fitting, too fitting of cellinia a moan of her into each one. soft, a hum into it with half lidded eyes and a want to kiss. a desire to be near her lover as they melt away into the pieces. bodies a sweaty mess, their heads a mess, even with the way there is a tenderness to each touch and kiss.
the depth of it hungering, hungering further when she moans lowly at her lover's hands roaming. the faint pink lines lightly raked down her spine and stroking down further. a gentle fondle of her breast, her ribs trailed down along slowly when mai's hand goes lower and lower. it was her turn, wasn't it? cellinia realizes dimly that she's been kept waiting. the heat there and her wetness dripping out with a dull ache down to her very nerves.
their lips part while one of her hands reaches to rest upon and stroke mei's cheek from the distance. as small as it is, she knows what it is her lover desires. she wants to hear her voice again, that lovely voice in how it contradicts itself for being soft yet by no means shy in it. a certain strength to it.)
Touch me....
(she murmurs it, closing the distance for another kiss. another kiss, another lick of her tongue into her lover's mouth. cellinia finds herself unable to help the way that she might struggle to not kiss her, like something set off buried down parts of herself that were similarly needy. needy and wanting of this touch between them while those pretty fingers are patient about what they want to do, the soft contrast of their skin while cellinia feels that desire thrumming in her veins again.
it was harder not to. she doesn't normally do "vocal" during sex, with saying things and even speaking the way she had to mai while murmuring about how she drove her mad. but a part of her wanted to, a part of her wanted to say these pretty words. to use her tongue another way, her mouth a different way in their kisses. like that was all that they had to sustain themselves by claiming each other's lips in hope this feeling would never fade away. she didn't want to stop that feeling, she didn't want to not seek it from her lover and the way that cellinia's other hand is wandering again, along her thighs, the brush of it gentle in a caress.
she'll touch her more too, however much mai could ever want while she makes cellinia cry out for her. makes her whisper those dreamy words, those words that are more poison for their souls and what remains of their hearts. they might never come back from this, not how they once were.
[There are times when Mai doesn't think that a meaningful future exists for her. Most of her days are spent in distraction from that thought hanging over her head like a dark cloud ready to burst. School, friends, the odd mission that strikes that same old fear she had endured as a small child-- a range of diversions that help her avoid the dismal feeling of her birth being lamented by her family. A child born to lovelessness like that would have no hope for a happy future.
How would she feel, should she ever discover that Cellinia works for someone who might possibly know her fortune? Even if he should never breathe a word of it to her, no matter how much she asked-- would Mai even want to know if her future is as dismal as she's always imagined it to be, be it an early death for the sake of someone's strength, or toiling away-- alone-- for those who despise her? Would it satisfy her, vindicate her? But what of something happier-- she might even balk at that, if anything truly joyful was in her future. Laugh at anyone who declared it to be true, call them a fraud, slink away back into what she knows while pitifully holding onto the slivers of that broken future, refusing to make them come true.
Is this happiness, though? Could it be? It's far too early to say for sure. It's certainly reckless, and recklessness can sometimes inspire fits of euphoria that cloud the mind, poisoning it to the point of thinking itself happy. Mai has long-since refused the antidote. If it isn't the real thing-- because how could it be?-- then let her believe that this is but a facsimile of happiness. Let her think that the map of scars that she traces along Cellinia's torso may lead to that meaningful future, even if all she can do is please someone else to obtain a mere glimpse.
What she offers with a wordless look-- a chance to prove her own paltry worth-- Cellinia accepts with a murmured request that reaffirms Mai's own longing. It's what she wants to hear, after all, the demand for something that only Mai is able to do in this precious moment. With permission granted, Mai loses herself for a bit in the deep kiss that Cellinia claims from her lips. The hand at the back of the woman's neck tightens its hold, and the fingers that Mai hovers between Cellinia's thighs finally reacquaint themselves with that beckoning heat.]
Oh-- [And she almost laughs into their kiss, her voice breathless while she drags her fingers carefully along Cellinia's dripping slit.] Just look at that... you're absolutely soaked for me.
[It pleases her immensely to feel her fingers coat themselves almost immediately in her arousal, growing slippery with every pass they make along her folds. Mai can't resist smirking gleefully up at Cellinia, their kisses momentarily paused so she can lavish some filthy praise over her for such a delight.]
Getting to use your mouth on me really got you this worked up, huh?
[And Cellinia will receive a pretty little sigh for her hand wandering up and down Mai's thigh in an affectionate caress. She wants her touches, just as she desires those lips against her own again. It's all too much, and yet never enough-- the moment that one desire is satisfied, another arises in its place, a veritable hydra of pleasure.
Mai decides that she doesn't care, for she was never one exceptionally talented in battle. But she is confident, at least, in her skills at sensuality. She'll work her lover up at the pace she decides-- unless Cellinia wants to beg, something Mai is ever-weak to and receives far to little of during these kinds of escapades. Who knows if she'll bring her pretty wolf to that point, though? That lovely voice growing desperate for her in its low, needy groans would be enough of a treasure. Mai wants it, she truly wants it, the spark of energy renewed through her veins. It encourages her to touch Cellinia more hungrily, slipping her fingers to tease at her inner lips, ghosting them over her entrance with an even more pleased laugh.]
Should I? [ she asks almost zealously, her daring eyes sparkling up at Cellinia's gaze ] Should I slide them nice and deep inside, Cellinia? I really want to.
[Her last words are a sultry purr at the woman's ear, dripping in an amorous need to hear her lover give into her yet again.]
(happiness, sometimes it could feel like it's fake. cellinia can admit to having those days too well, didn't matter when or how. but she finds it easier to focus beyond that, on that hand teasing her with an ease of its own. those pretty fingers stroking along her slit, her inner lips while she treats her to something prettier. that low whine, the way it mixes into a moan from how much cellinia aches. oh, her voice could reach such lovely notes when treated right. the sounds of a girl who normally isn't loud, who normally was content to give her lover softer sounds. softer notes. they can be higher, sharper, or low and so needy.
that was always the mystery on how she may sound the more one pushes.
the more she gets pushed to that edge, she's fighting a losing battle against herself. normally one would expect a wolf like her to have her pride (don't get her wrong, she does) and yet she wants to so badly throw it away. throw it away to that hand teasing her more, demanding more of it. more of those once muffled moans she fed to her lips. that she fed to mai without a second thought while her body demands it, that ache is so strong that she would go insane without her touch. or maybe she has gone insane, given how they went from normal conversation to flirting how they did. from their own whims, their impulses that had reached them.
she's held close by mai's hand around her neck, the tight hold a slight anchor. a reminder to not let herself go immediately. to not let her have what she's after, too. cellinia doesn't normally beg. that was likely the rarest part of her someone could get from how little she's done it, if ever. could she be blamed if she did for mai? for a girl that shares in this affair that began from their conversation while her hand is slow, steady in the caress of her thigh. those sighs, she feels so needy. she's always hated that feeling, feeling needy. vulnerability was her biggest struggle in life. for many reasons, she always felt as if she couldn't ever bring down her guard. those walls which are built around her.
they always stayed, they never left. but there's something in that touch, that way she maps out the scars along her torso, her back. like something she wants to memorize, something to commit to memory for herself. something that is hers alone to keep her eyes on whenever touching her body. to see the way she threw herself into everything.) Touch me....please.... (her voice isn't hard to miss in the way that it sounds like a lower whine. a whimper, full of her own neediness. her begging for her in that lovely voice to those daring and sparkling eyes. the zealousness and her sultry purr met with her patience being utterly destroyed. her body longs to be touched, longs to be possessed by her lover in those promises they whispered to another.
those promises that cellinia intended to keep, she needs her so badly. can the pretty goddess touch her? she'd worship her always, she'd kiss her until those pains were replaced with a deeper longer. until they faded to the taste of her lips against mai's. or until their bodies melted down again, again, and again down to their very cores. away from the skin and bone, only their hearts being left. what remains of them as they fade together in something dangerous. something beautiful in its own way all while cellinia needily whimpers. for her, for her touch. that's something she needs too much in the way she wraps her arm around her neck partially, the way that remaining free hand of hers takes hold of mai's head from how she teases her ears too.
the sensitivity of them becoming more evident now that she was able to focus, able to see it in how they sharply prick upwards at her purring.)
Please....touch me, bella signora, don't leave me without it, without you....
(the needy whine is prominently loud, a wolf whining for her lover's touch. someone as cold as her doing it, someone who struggles so much with that. her vulnerability is a reward to her lover, her goddess. her wolf crying for her the way she did, with that soft voice and how she breathes shakily. how she resists that urge to take her hand and plunge it into the depths of her heat herself.
she can feel a need so strong that she hasn't felt it in years, a need for affection. a need to be touched until her voice wants to rasp away those pretty words. those beautiful sounds that mai would be after. that must be a wonderful reward for her goddess, isn't it? that she can watch someone so strong crumble to her, that someone like the wolf could want her and nothing more than this. that she'd try and help her feel something again.
the beauty of it, all in one package for a greedy lover that would haunt her forever.)
[Oh, how perfect. Cellinia is quick to react to Mai's bold touches, and just as quick to give her what she wants to hear-- low, drawn out whines that let Mai know she's teasing her just right. From their little romp thus far, it's plenty clear that Cellinia isn't the type to babble some flowery words to the point of annoyance, like an overly eager lover with too much to prove. She has that type of pride that would rather let her actions speak for themselves. And how beautifully those actions have spoken all over Mai's body. An appropriate use of her mouth, to be certain, though Mai will quietly admit that she's grown fond of those little slips of her mother tongue.
These delightful sounds, though, so willingly offered in their kisses, only spur Mai to press Cellinia for even more. It makes her want to take that sturdy pride in her hands and make it melt, spilling all over in a way that would never allow it to be put back together the same way again. How Mai loves it-- and how few chances she ever gets to bring someone so proud to her level. To demolish whatever walls sequester them away from those beneath them, make them crumble, and expose the ones who hide under the cover of their own haughtiness.
And Mai knows how to do it, too. How often has her own pride been reduced to rubble by someone who wanted to take satisfaction in proving themselves better than her? But it's given her priceless insight into how she can pick apart the same threads she herself tries to weave. Sure, she may be an utter failure without a lick of talent on the battlefield, but this moment right now is such perfect proof that she can still bring a beast to its knees, reduce it to a pleading devotee at the feet of a mere human. It makes her feel alive, makes her feel on top of the world for the first time in her life. And it doesn't need to matter to anyone else-- her kinsmen would revile her anyway, should they ever find out that she fucked a she-wolf into pretty submission-- but it means everything to her, this triumph.
Mai drinks in Cellinia's begging whimpers like a desert parched for rain, and she smirks up at her lover before pressing a kiss to her jaw.]
You really are full of such sweet things to say, aren't you?
[Mai knows she has Cellinia, now. She drags her middle finger between her lips once more before pressing the tip at her entrance with a bit more urgency, this time. Humming pleasantly, she finally slips herself inside of that needy, wet heat, feeling Cellinia envelop her completely. The sensation is enough to draw a contented sigh from Mai's amused lips. She drives herself in slowly a few times, then removes herself in favor of stroking at her clit with a trained tenderness. It doesn't last for long-- perhaps not as long as Cellinia would like, even-- before Mai resumes her endeavors with her fingers, this time adding a second to open her up a little more.
All the while, Mai continues to kiss her, just beneath her jaw this time, running her tongue slowly, hotly over the flesh before her lips nip and suck a mark there. Better to free her lover's mouth to give her those noises she's absolutely starved for.]
I like you this needy. I want to be the only one who gets to see this side of you...
(she was never that sort of girl to waste her time, anyone time truly, but being overly eager. she's been that girl who knows talk is cheap. having had done that enough in her younger years was enough to remind her not everyone wants to listen. not everyone wants to hear it, they'll do as they please whenever they wish. that they couldn't bring themselves to care about those they were crushing, but even she has her limits. violence isn't always her solution to her problems for a reason, as both equally can be tiring as the sole answers to it. so she speaks those pretty words, those slips of her other language that come out with each moment threatening to drown the wolf deeper.
dragging her to its depths in the hands of a greedy goddess, a goddess that seems pleased about it. about how she fell apart beautifully for her in her needy whines growing needier whenever she feels her finger pressing into that wet heat. for a time, she feels full, the moan pleased and relieved. unfortunate that it turned back to her whining when that feeling fades quick at its removal, sharply now at her clit being stroked so tender. she's achingly wet, it's bound to make a mess from how aroused this wolf is. who knows, she might have even shown her kinsmen her teeth had they learned she fucked a she-wolf and wants that wolf solely as her own. cellinia even could have given them other reasons to stay away from her in her actions.
but that's still something to think about for another time. one where she isn't losing her mind, breathing out such beautiful sighs in her lover's hands. the run of her tongue causing her head to tilt back for her nice and proper to give her more of her neck. she's a mess. a mess that groaned when she paused again (though that changed to her moaning again for her) even if that wasn't for long. the second finger, both of them inside of her causes that tail of hers to stiffen then relax from that sensation.
from getting tortured, as she's labeling this. tortured by a goddess, tortured by the girl that had little else to lose by letting the big bad wolf whisk her away to some far off corner in their story that they're making. that they've started to create with the heated whispers and affections being granted. something cellinia rarely, if ever, had allowed herself. not even her friends can say they've gotten her to hug them, not even a smile all that often, either. her hips start to roll, grinding down to press into those lovely fingers from how much she wants her. she wants her to keep going, to keep touching her.
the same way that she gave her those sweet words, those words that almost seem to pour out more easily than they had for anyone else. interesting, but cellinia isn't in any state to think further on that. she barely catches her lover speaking from her frazzled nerves. she likes it when she's showing her this side of herself, huh? it is a delicacy in itself. who else can say that they've gotten the big bad wolf to give a lover her body? to give her such pretty whines not unlike a needy pup in her capable hands, to touch her lover while her hand maintains its caress of her thigh. that gentle and tender stroke of her fingers in a way like she's been unable to stop touching her lover. she likes to touch her, so maybe that's addicting for her too.)
Don't want anyone else seeing me like this, anyway....
(another gift for the goddess, in how she whimpers it out lowly. a lowly purr, her other hand careful as ever. she has claws, trimmed or not. she wouldn't dare dig them harshly into her lover's scalp. another time of her being mindful about it.
another time of her sighing those moans while her thorough fingers work their way inside of her.)
[There's nothing so wrong with being tortured in such a manner, is there? If only Mai knew that this was the word Cellinia was giving to her enthusiastic generosity! She would enjoy the surge of power it gives, no doubt, and mull over ways with which she might even bend Cellinia into loving this anguish, needing this wonderful torture just as much as she needs the breath in her lungs. Dangerous, dangerous thoughts. Luckily for the wolf, Mai is too focused on coaxing a deep pleasure with her fingers to be thinking of wrenching any dominance solely for herself.
Perhaps it's because the girl is still basking in the echos of her own ecstasy, the comedown from the rush having left her body nice and relaxed, her mood much more agreeable than usual despite a greediness that'll persist no matter what the circumstances. In a similar way, Mai is reluctant to give out meaningful affections, even to the one or two people she considers friends. But in this nice car tucked away under the shade of the trees, beneath the curtain of dark hair spilling onto her shoulders, Mai feels liberated to embrace the role of a lover-- someone a little softer, someone who wants to give another such splendid sensations rather than bitter annoyance and harsh touches.
Mai likes to think that she's rather successful in this endeavor, with how much messier she feels Cellinia become when she strokes her in the most sensitive spots. The relief that her lover vocalizes, just for her, makes Mai grin widely against Cellinia's neck as she's offered more of its flesh to pepper with love bites. Good girl. Keep falling apart for her, pretty wolf, keep spilling all of those delicious sighs while Mai thrusts her fingers slowly, deeply into that beautiful heat.]
No? Just my eyes on you when you're melting like this, right?
[Where Cellinia is a bit more reserved, Mai finds a special dose of pleasure in teasing her lover with words as they're enjoying this intimacy. It feeds an ember of arousal, talking her through what her hands are doing to lure out those low groans and sharp whines. A little bit of praise can go a long way, after all, something that Mai has already figured out when Cellinia was pleasuring her earlier. Such a good pup it makes her, too, docile and loyal, wagging her cute tail in the hopes of more lovely words of acknowledgement.]
Oh, Cellinia, you're such a good girl. Doesn't it feel so nice to be rewarded like this...?
[A hushed, taunting laugh hums from Mai's lips against Cellinia's pulse point. She doesn't care whether or not her wolf answers her with words or another needy whimper. Her fingers will keep moving in time with the rolling of those hips, sinking as deeply as she can go, dragging against her slick walls, letting the heel of her palm grind periodically against her clit for added stimulation. Mai almost feels addicted to the rush of making Cellinia feel so good, so taken care of. She absolutely refuses to stop until she's well-beyond satisfied.
In the back of her mind, Mai can tell that Cellinia is holding herself back from tearing at her skin as she loses herself in the exhilaration. The tenderness with which she strokes Mai's thigh, cradles her head, far outweighs the tension that keeps herself from digging her claws in. How sweet of her, how noble. And how very unlike a wolf, too. But the more that Cellinia casts aside an expected roughness in favor of treating Mai with care, the more that Mai finds herself wanting to bury herself into the wolf's very essence, wearing her mercy like a protective cloak.]
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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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Date: 2025-03-05 05:41 am (UTC)another time, she might tell her again and again how she drives her mad.
how her mind falls to pieces at the sound of her voice, the way she stares. euphoric, it's euphoric to hear her cries. the sound of her being louder, that was something cellinia did. to make her whimper and whine, to make her need more of her. her mind is fixated, focused on her and more. she finds it impossible not to be in the way that this wolf stares up at mai. this goddess who found herself mixed up with a big bad wolf. a wolf who treats her so tenderly. what she sees, what she wants more while she memorizes every detail.
every twitch of her expression, how she didn't want cellinia to stop. she wouldn't. not the way she heard her name, not from how mai grinds so beautifully against her tongue and keeps that hand of hers petting her ears. the way that it gives them attention being something else that makes her melt, that feeling of them being lavished and treated so gently. that wasn't something that was common, cellinia rarely if ever let others touch them. even her tail could be difficult to touch if she didn't trust someone to that point. mai really did luck out in being fortunate. fortunate enough that the wolf is giving her so much more than one would expect. she's not going to ever stop looking at her.
like she's her world, so soon and so sudden in how she was treated like something to covet by a lonely wolf. whatever the case, she's not easing up her tongue. the way it massages her walls, the way it touches and licks into her with the taste of mai covering it splendidly. her lips, too, while she feels the way her body starts to seize. that was it. her relentless tongue is thorough, not letting a single drop be wasted while her lover rides this wave out. how her hands keep hold of her thighs, or one did until mai grabbed the other. she didn't mind that, cellinia even held on to it and hardly did care about the nails sinking into it. she only holds on, squeezes it back without a second thought. beautiful. she thinks to herself, how she let go like this and how cellinia commits to memory this very moment. a moment that the wolf could never forget, not in how she licks her lover clean in the reverence.
her battle worn hand even refusing to let go of mai's own. she wouldn't dare let go, she didn't want to let go. she wanted to give her everything she could have ever craved for in her miserable life. or that's what would be in the future, a future she held little idea about from the way they became entertwined. from the moment she told her that she wanted mai to be hers, cellinia had set it off. perhaps sooner than that with their risky meeting, the risk being some of the biggest she's had in a sense. nobody would willingly walk into a wolf's den if they were sane.
like how they wouldn't wander into the forest after that wolf, not chasing it down as though it's something to keep near as a pet of their own. or a love of their own to keep. it's easy to forget they're still wild animals, but that didn't matter to her. not the way that it should have to some whilst cellinia's other hand rubs slowly into mai's thigh again to soothe. to ease her into reality more while holding that hand of mai's firmly. an anchor, a much-needed anchor.
cellinia eventually pulls away from her "meal" with another kiss given tenderly. her mouth is a mess, and it drips down her chin. she's ate plenty. a meal while giving mai something that she must have never had. affection like poison, kindness like one. a dream to never forget at the end of their days whenever cellinia looks up at her again. she's never once averted her gaze for long from that pretty face.
that girl she finds herself entranced by, even.)
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Date: 2025-03-05 09:57 pm (UTC)But, even the surface has been tilled anew, with little blooms of marks that hadn't been there before. And below-- she can't even put it into words. Freedom, is the closest Mai can liken it to. Or devotion, belonging, to something entirely separate from the suffocating chains shackling her to her family. She wants to keep it safe, this feeling. Wants them to never touch it, not even know it exists, lest they yank it away from her and crush it underfoot the way they always have.
By the time she comes down, Mai's nerves are positively fried. Having felt everything, everything to its fullest extent, there's nothing left that can touch her any more deeply than those sensations that she's reeling from. In the back of her mind, she distantly registers the hand that grabs hers in return, squeezing in effort to give her that anchor she so seeks. It truly is a poison, this affectionate touch, and it sneakily roots its way even further within her. The way their hands cling to one another, the way Cellinia caresses her reassuringly as the excitement settles down, the way she looks up at Mai again, pure devotion in her eyes-- it almost gnaws at that loathsome shadow creeping around the girl's heart, the one that's anxious to drag her back to the depths again.
But Mai doesn't want to go, not this time. She doesn't want to follow that shadow and bury herself again out of self-hatred. Not after she's had this glimpse of what it feels like to be chosen again. Because Cellinia declared that she wanted to belong to Mai, wanted Mai to belong to her, too. Mai can't forget their exchange, even in the satisfied static of her thoughts, those words hold fast and give her greedy little hands something to cling to.
Her panting begins to slow down, and the lilting melody fills the space between them once more. Mai's limbs feel weak, wobbly as she shifts once Cellinia leaves her with a parting kiss atop where pleasure still throbs. Blinking away the droplets gathered upon her eyelashes, Mai looks upon the handsome wolf with a fresh kind of awe.]
...messy.
[Her voice is slightly rasped as she murmurs that little quip, but her eyes betray the fondness for the pretty little mess she regards, reaches for with the hand she had previously kept firmly at the back of Cellinia's head. Mai swipes a thumb slowly over her lips, smearing the juices gathered there, making even more of a mess of her lover. Perfect. Now that's what a beast should look like, thoroughly fed and waiting to be praised for it.
And even though words fail her now, Mai wants to praise Cellinia's dedication. Praise her with kisses and touches of her own, making a meal of her next. It's a shame that traditional words of praise just aren't her strong suit, but she can certainly exalt her lover in other ways.]
C'mere, kiss me...
[Finally releasing the hand that clings to Cellinia's, Mai places it atop the woman's shoulder and gently urges her up to fulfill her request. She wants to lap it up, the mess she made all over her lips, wants those kisses again, wants to let her hands roam over Cellinia's body. Tired as she is, Mai's greediness is as alive as ever, and it's already nibbling on her to return the favor. Those little hums offered by Cellinia as she feasted were just an appetizer for Mai, and she's keen on having the real deal soon enough.]
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Date: 2025-03-05 10:43 pm (UTC)to be married off to some other familiga with the intention of forming alliances between them.
that's the end goal he might have had for them, partially with his intentions of taking over and separating them from the country. the country which was currently carrying on in their day by day without another a thought about the missing daughter. she understands it too well, the way that the thoughts can take hold of someone. the anxiety behind everything, her life prior to this had been dangerous. some nights she'd smoke heavily while hoping to one day see what her grandfather often spoke about within the old country, others she'd drink quietly to herself and sit alone in whatever hotel room or apartment she got her hands on. she doesn't recommend it. not how she lived like that.
being torn apart by country and family wasn't something she'd ever think of as good.
not even now when she's "free", free to keep safe those important to her after a small promise to herself that she never again wants to lose as much as she had. regardless, cellinia does feel that poison blooming inside of her too. she promised, didn't she? she wants to be hers, she wants mai to be hers, too. it's a quiet moment in which they're both staring at one another. one seeming less like a corpse in cellinia's eyes and more as though some life returned to her, even that was better than seeing the way she almost looked as if she were going through the motions. carrying on, another day, another time spent internalizing the negative feelings she could have felt about everything.
she knows the signs too well, as someone that once looked that way....she always knew it too well in how it can stand out when she looks at others.
at her, now. cellinia is silent at first (mainly from thinking about it) until that word draws her attention. "messy". she knows, truly. she made a right mess with eating her out, the juices on her lips and chin. some that mai had smeared along across them, as if more pleased that cellinia can let herself go in such a way. she's quiet, but that didn't mean that she stopped looking at her with those sharp amber eyes. her handsome face slightly softer despite herself, despite her own rough times in life and how it's different now.
a beast indeed, a beast that lets go of her lover's hand, a beast that comes closer to mai when she makes that plea. it's only fitting, she liked kissing her. a little too much for her own good, but cellinia has long since passed that line of wanting to go back. she could have before they went deeper, but she took the plunge. she chased her. chased her so readily, so naturally, without thinking too much about it. someone would have thought them to be like in one of those stories, maybe their own version of little red riding hood in general. the girl welcoming a wolf in her bed and recognizing the way it would treat her kindly, too kindly for it being a wild wolf.
regardless, she's not thinking again about it. not when she kisses her tenderly, her lips a mess and tasting like mai. not when she meets that greed more than readily, even if her lover is tired. if she's too tired, she wouldn't dare make mai touch her. there was always later. another time. cellinia can recognize the differences in their stamina by that, she's much more physical in comparison. she'll give her those pretty hums, songs, whatever she wants to her of her voice in due time.
she'd let her touch along her body as she pleases. a goddess can touch a lone wolf, a packless wolf who would never have another home. another pack, even. but that didn't matter while she kisses mai with parted lips, again, again, and again. slowly, tenderly. wanting, craving, and not in any rush for more to give her lover time. a chance to recover.
her greed can have mercy, thankfully.)
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Date: 2025-03-06 02:02 am (UTC)Or, well, it's only Cellinia who has escaped, for now. For good or ill, Mai is still overlooked enough-- or deemed unworthy altogether, both equally true and equally fitting-- that her family barely expects her to make anything of herself at the technical school. She's only there courtesy of her older twin's pigheadedness. Hardly a life she would have chosen for herself, but when has she ever had much choice? Forever going through the motions, indeed, those decided by seemingly everyone else in her life. She wouldn't be surprised that Cellinia's all-too perceptive eyes had taken note of this pathetic facet of hers, though she'd vehemently reject being painted with such a pitiful brush, no matter how painfully true it is.
One choice that Mai has made, though-- one choice that is, from start to finish, entirely on her own-- is this one, right here. The choice to skip out on training a cursed technique that would never be worth a damn, the choice to take up some amorous stranger for an afternoon romp, the choice to exchange a curious promise of fidelity before offering this pretty beast a body owned and controlled by one of the most powerful entities in jujutsu society. Sure, she had given herself to Cellinia in word and in deed, but by virtue of birth, the Zen'in have laid their claim to her from her very first breath.
It's a thought cold enough to sober the delicious feelings she just had the pleasure of experiencing, but that's a dilemma for another day. For all she knows, this afternoon in the countryside might be all she has to stave away the frustration of the day-to-day.
And she can't speak it aloud-- won't allow herself to, even-- that she hopes for something more. Because promises mean something-- to sorcerers with their vows, and to Mai with her bitter loneliness. Or perhaps these blissful feelings are merely leaving her soft. Vulnerability has never failed to leave fingerprints of discomfort all over her heart.
Ah, but a pleasant diversion is always welcomed. As soon as Cellinia rises from kneeling and climbs her way to hover over Mai, the girl encircles her arms loosely around her shoulders, drawing her close. A moment or two pass between them, with Mai staring up at her face with weary admiration. Normally, a beast would look upon a weakened human in their midst with a perverse glee, and take this as invitation to taunt them, deal a fatal blow. Yet Cellinia just watches her quietly, calmly, ready to fulfill her request. Strange, the strangest kind of creature Mai has ever faced. Stranger still is how eager Mai is to have Cellinia's lips against her own once more, and how she wastes no time in making that wish a reality. Her tongue peeks out to lap at the mess on her chin before she tilts her head up for a proper kiss.]
...better.
[Through deep, sticky kisses, Mai and Cellinia trade the taste of her along their tongues. It colors these kisses a bit differently, doesn't it? A warmth creeps up on Mai's cheeks when her mind goes to what exactly Cellinia had to do to wear such a heady flavor. It isn't the same as when they locked lips at the beginning, hungry and impatient to have one another's touch at last. There's no rush in the way they savor each other, now. Cellinia handles her with a sweet tenderness, almost overwhelming in its own delightful way. It earns her soft sighs against her lips, quiet groans of enjoyment as Mai cups her face in her hand, letting the long strands of the wolf's hair spill over her like a dark curtain.
Without a doubt, Mai is grateful for the mercy in this recovery period. It permits her to continue having Cellinia's attention while her nerves settle down some, the pulsing between her thighs now pleasantly calmed. In a unique display of thanks for her efforts, Mai kisses and licks every drop of herself clinging to her lover. The taste of a job very well done. She'll gladly admit that much. All the while, she watches Cellinia through lidded eyes, enjoying the soft thrill of being looked upon so intently-- little red riding hood marveling at the bright eyes of her wild wolf.
After a bit of time, Mai feels emboldened again to let her hands wander slowly over Cellinia's body above her. One hand, for the time being, remains anchored at the nape of her neck, nestled beneath her dark hair. Her other hand slides over her shoulder, trailing languidly down her arm, savoring the firm muscles that tense every now and then beneath her damp skin. Mai brings her hand back up the path it had taken, pausing to squeeze her upper arm tightly as she indulges in a particularly deep kiss between them with a soft moan.
Her fingers then dance over Cellinia's back, over her shoulder blades, down her spine, raking her nails lightly along every now and again, just enough to leave faint pink lines. It makes her hum in approval, smiling slightly into their kisses. She promised to leave her mark, but this will have to do for the time being. From her back, Mai brings her hand over her shoulder once again, stroking with an enthusiasm that grows little by little. She roams over her collarbone, then down further where she cups and fondles gently at Cellinia's breast. She palms over her ribs, next, then her taut abdomen with its plentiful scars, before dipping lower, lower, until her fingers ghost over the heat she feels radiating from between her legs.
Mai breaks their kiss, then, their lips millimeters apart while she casts her eyes up curiously at Cellinia. The tables have turned yet again, and now Mai is the one lingering, awaiting an invitation she certainly doesn't need-- she can take what she wants-- but she does so miss the sound of her lover's voice.]
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Date: 2025-03-06 04:14 am (UTC)more in the sense of her desire to have her, the way it struck her and made her realize how much she might relate to what little she's observed. nothing more than that, than the sensation of their bodies together. the idle thoughts which fade to deep kisses and that way mai licks into her mouth. her hair, black and dark as ever, curtaining her perfectly from the world in this car during their afternoon rendezvous. they're alone. they're a pair with such parallels she'd begin to wonder if the universe decided to tell them both something. something that might get better, given time, but neither side would know that yet.
not even cellinia could say she knows the future. that's always been the emperor, and he was never one to reveal what he does know about it. then again, she never asked him. she felt it pointless because why would she want to know the future? it's better to see it for herself, be it good or bad. which is what makes this mystery they're falling into together all the more in some ways frightening yet not. it's a comfort, yet not comfort at the same time in the depths of passion which threatens to drag them both under. somewhere too deep, too far away from what once had been their usual lot in life. her freedom is best shared, better shared between them and the more she tastes this sweet poison they're both deeply in....the more she might be reckless. more reckless, more seeking her with everything she has.
isn't it girls who have nothing to lose that are the most dangerous? the most capable of cutting apart themselves, the people around them daring to step in the way of their desires and how they long to keep what they even can of it? that's only fitting, too fitting of cellinia a moan of her into each one. soft, a hum into it with half lidded eyes and a want to kiss. a desire to be near her lover as they melt away into the pieces. bodies a sweaty mess, their heads a mess, even with the way there is a tenderness to each touch and kiss.
the depth of it hungering, hungering further when she moans lowly at her lover's hands roaming. the faint pink lines lightly raked down her spine and stroking down further. a gentle fondle of her breast, her ribs trailed down along slowly when mai's hand goes lower and lower. it was her turn, wasn't it? cellinia realizes dimly that she's been kept waiting. the heat there and her wetness dripping out with a dull ache down to her very nerves.
their lips part while one of her hands reaches to rest upon and stroke mei's cheek from the distance. as small as it is, she knows what it is her lover desires. she wants to hear her voice again, that lovely voice in how it contradicts itself for being soft yet by no means shy in it. a certain strength to it.)
Touch me....
(she murmurs it, closing the distance for another kiss. another kiss, another lick of her tongue into her lover's mouth. cellinia finds herself unable to help the way that she might struggle to not kiss her, like something set off buried down parts of herself that were similarly needy. needy and wanting of this touch between them while those pretty fingers are patient about what they want to do, the soft contrast of their skin while cellinia feels that desire thrumming in her veins again.
it was harder not to. she doesn't normally do "vocal" during sex, with saying things and even speaking the way she had to mai while murmuring about how she drove her mad. but a part of her wanted to, a part of her wanted to say these pretty words. to use her tongue another way, her mouth a different way in their kisses. like that was all that they had to sustain themselves by claiming each other's lips in hope this feeling would never fade away. she didn't want to stop that feeling, she didn't want to not seek it from her lover and the way that cellinia's other hand is wandering again, along her thighs, the brush of it gentle in a caress.
she'll touch her more too, however much mai could ever want while she makes cellinia cry out for her. makes her whisper those dreamy words, those words that are more poison for their souls and what remains of their hearts. they might never come back from this, not how they once were.
but that....that is okay too, for them.)
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Date: 2025-03-06 08:40 am (UTC)How would she feel, should she ever discover that Cellinia works for someone who might possibly know her fortune? Even if he should never breathe a word of it to her, no matter how much she asked-- would Mai even want to know if her future is as dismal as she's always imagined it to be, be it an early death for the sake of someone's strength, or toiling away-- alone-- for those who despise her? Would it satisfy her, vindicate her? But what of something happier-- she might even balk at that, if anything truly joyful was in her future. Laugh at anyone who declared it to be true, call them a fraud, slink away back into what she knows while pitifully holding onto the slivers of that broken future, refusing to make them come true.
Is this happiness, though? Could it be? It's far too early to say for sure. It's certainly reckless, and recklessness can sometimes inspire fits of euphoria that cloud the mind, poisoning it to the point of thinking itself happy. Mai has long-since refused the antidote. If it isn't the real thing-- because how could it be?-- then let her believe that this is but a facsimile of happiness. Let her think that the map of scars that she traces along Cellinia's torso may lead to that meaningful future, even if all she can do is please someone else to obtain a mere glimpse.
What she offers with a wordless look-- a chance to prove her own paltry worth-- Cellinia accepts with a murmured request that reaffirms Mai's own longing. It's what she wants to hear, after all, the demand for something that only Mai is able to do in this precious moment. With permission granted, Mai loses herself for a bit in the deep kiss that Cellinia claims from her lips. The hand at the back of the woman's neck tightens its hold, and the fingers that Mai hovers between Cellinia's thighs finally reacquaint themselves with that beckoning heat.]
Oh-- [And she almost laughs into their kiss, her voice breathless while she drags her fingers carefully along Cellinia's dripping slit.] Just look at that... you're absolutely soaked for me.
[It pleases her immensely to feel her fingers coat themselves almost immediately in her arousal, growing slippery with every pass they make along her folds. Mai can't resist smirking gleefully up at Cellinia, their kisses momentarily paused so she can lavish some filthy praise over her for such a delight.]
Getting to use your mouth on me really got you this worked up, huh?
[And Cellinia will receive a pretty little sigh for her hand wandering up and down Mai's thigh in an affectionate caress. She wants her touches, just as she desires those lips against her own again. It's all too much, and yet never enough-- the moment that one desire is satisfied, another arises in its place, a veritable hydra of pleasure.
Mai decides that she doesn't care, for she was never one exceptionally talented in battle. But she is confident, at least, in her skills at sensuality. She'll work her lover up at the pace she decides-- unless Cellinia wants to beg, something Mai is ever-weak to and receives far to little of during these kinds of escapades. Who knows if she'll bring her pretty wolf to that point, though? That lovely voice growing desperate for her in its low, needy groans would be enough of a treasure. Mai wants it, she truly wants it, the spark of energy renewed through her veins. It encourages her to touch Cellinia more hungrily, slipping her fingers to tease at her inner lips, ghosting them over her entrance with an even more pleased laugh.]
Should I? [ she asks almost zealously, her daring eyes sparkling up at Cellinia's gaze ] Should I slide them nice and deep inside, Cellinia? I really want to.
[Her last words are a sultry purr at the woman's ear, dripping in an amorous need to hear her lover give into her yet again.]
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Date: 2025-03-06 09:33 am (UTC)that was always the mystery on how she may sound the more one pushes.
the more she gets pushed to that edge, she's fighting a losing battle against herself. normally one would expect a wolf like her to have her pride (don't get her wrong, she does) and yet she wants to so badly throw it away. throw it away to that hand teasing her more, demanding more of it. more of those once muffled moans she fed to her lips. that she fed to mai without a second thought while her body demands it, that ache is so strong that she would go insane without her touch. or maybe she has gone insane, given how they went from normal conversation to flirting how they did. from their own whims, their impulses that had reached them.
she's held close by mai's hand around her neck, the tight hold a slight anchor. a reminder to not let herself go immediately. to not let her have what she's after, too. cellinia doesn't normally beg. that was likely the rarest part of her someone could get from how little she's done it, if ever. could she be blamed if she did for mai? for a girl that shares in this affair that began from their conversation while her hand is slow, steady in the caress of her thigh. those sighs, she feels so needy. she's always hated that feeling, feeling needy. vulnerability was her biggest struggle in life. for many reasons, she always felt as if she couldn't ever bring down her guard. those walls which are built around her.
they always stayed, they never left. but there's something in that touch, that way she maps out the scars along her torso, her back. like something she wants to memorize, something to commit to memory for herself. something that is hers alone to keep her eyes on whenever touching her body. to see the way she threw herself into everything.) Touch me....please.... (her voice isn't hard to miss in the way that it sounds like a lower whine. a whimper, full of her own neediness. her begging for her in that lovely voice to those daring and sparkling eyes. the zealousness and her sultry purr met with her patience being utterly destroyed. her body longs to be touched, longs to be possessed by her lover in those promises they whispered to another.
those promises that cellinia intended to keep, she needs her so badly. can the pretty goddess touch her? she'd worship her always, she'd kiss her until those pains were replaced with a deeper longer. until they faded to the taste of her lips against mai's. or until their bodies melted down again, again, and again down to their very cores. away from the skin and bone, only their hearts being left. what remains of them as they fade together in something dangerous. something beautiful in its own way all while cellinia needily whimpers. for her, for her touch. that's something she needs too much in the way she wraps her arm around her neck partially, the way that remaining free hand of hers takes hold of mai's head from how she teases her ears too.
the sensitivity of them becoming more evident now that she was able to focus, able to see it in how they sharply prick upwards at her purring.)
Please....touch me, bella signora, don't leave me without it, without you....
(the needy whine is prominently loud, a wolf whining for her lover's touch. someone as cold as her doing it, someone who struggles so much with that. her vulnerability is a reward to her lover, her goddess. her wolf crying for her the way she did, with that soft voice and how she breathes shakily. how she resists that urge to take her hand and plunge it into the depths of her heat herself.
she can feel a need so strong that she hasn't felt it in years, a need for affection. a need to be touched until her voice wants to rasp away those pretty words. those beautiful sounds that mai would be after. that must be a wonderful reward for her goddess, isn't it? that she can watch someone so strong crumble to her, that someone like the wolf could want her and nothing more than this. that she'd try and help her feel something again.
the beauty of it, all in one package for a greedy lover that would haunt her forever.)
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Date: 2025-03-06 07:47 pm (UTC)These delightful sounds, though, so willingly offered in their kisses, only spur Mai to press Cellinia for even more. It makes her want to take that sturdy pride in her hands and make it melt, spilling all over in a way that would never allow it to be put back together the same way again. How Mai loves it-- and how few chances she ever gets to bring someone so proud to her level. To demolish whatever walls sequester them away from those beneath them, make them crumble, and expose the ones who hide under the cover of their own haughtiness.
And Mai knows how to do it, too. How often has her own pride been reduced to rubble by someone who wanted to take satisfaction in proving themselves better than her? But it's given her priceless insight into how she can pick apart the same threads she herself tries to weave. Sure, she may be an utter failure without a lick of talent on the battlefield, but this moment right now is such perfect proof that she can still bring a beast to its knees, reduce it to a pleading devotee at the feet of a mere human. It makes her feel alive, makes her feel on top of the world for the first time in her life. And it doesn't need to matter to anyone else-- her kinsmen would revile her anyway, should they ever find out that she fucked a she-wolf into pretty submission-- but it means everything to her, this triumph.
Mai drinks in Cellinia's begging whimpers like a desert parched for rain, and she smirks up at her lover before pressing a kiss to her jaw.]
You really are full of such sweet things to say, aren't you?
[Mai knows she has Cellinia, now. She drags her middle finger between her lips once more before pressing the tip at her entrance with a bit more urgency, this time. Humming pleasantly, she finally slips herself inside of that needy, wet heat, feeling Cellinia envelop her completely. The sensation is enough to draw a contented sigh from Mai's amused lips. She drives herself in slowly a few times, then removes herself in favor of stroking at her clit with a trained tenderness. It doesn't last for long-- perhaps not as long as Cellinia would like, even-- before Mai resumes her endeavors with her fingers, this time adding a second to open her up a little more.
All the while, Mai continues to kiss her, just beneath her jaw this time, running her tongue slowly, hotly over the flesh before her lips nip and suck a mark there. Better to free her lover's mouth to give her those noises she's absolutely starved for.]
I like you this needy. I want to be the only one who gets to see this side of you...
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Date: 2025-03-06 11:12 pm (UTC)dragging her to its depths in the hands of a greedy goddess, a goddess that seems pleased about it. about how she fell apart beautifully for her in her needy whines growing needier whenever she feels her finger pressing into that wet heat. for a time, she feels full, the moan pleased and relieved. unfortunate that it turned back to her whining when that feeling fades quick at its removal, sharply now at her clit being stroked so tender. she's achingly wet, it's bound to make a mess from how aroused this wolf is. who knows, she might have even shown her kinsmen her teeth had they learned she fucked a she-wolf and wants that wolf solely as her own. cellinia even could have given them other reasons to stay away from her in her actions.
but that's still something to think about for another time. one where she isn't losing her mind, breathing out such beautiful sighs in her lover's hands. the run of her tongue causing her head to tilt back for her nice and proper to give her more of her neck. she's a mess. a mess that groaned when she paused again (though that changed to her moaning again for her) even if that wasn't for long. the second finger, both of them inside of her causes that tail of hers to stiffen then relax from that sensation.
from getting tortured, as she's labeling this. tortured by a goddess, tortured by the girl that had little else to lose by letting the big bad wolf whisk her away to some far off corner in their story that they're making. that they've started to create with the heated whispers and affections being granted. something cellinia rarely, if ever, had allowed herself. not even her friends can say they've gotten her to hug them, not even a smile all that often, either. her hips start to roll, grinding down to press into those lovely fingers from how much she wants her. she wants her to keep going, to keep touching her.
the same way that she gave her those sweet words, those words that almost seem to pour out more easily than they had for anyone else. interesting, but cellinia isn't in any state to think further on that. she barely catches her lover speaking from her frazzled nerves. she likes it when she's showing her this side of herself, huh? it is a delicacy in itself. who else can say that they've gotten the big bad wolf to give a lover her body? to give her such pretty whines not unlike a needy pup in her capable hands, to touch her lover while her hand maintains its caress of her thigh. that gentle and tender stroke of her fingers in a way like she's been unable to stop touching her lover. she likes to touch her, so maybe that's addicting for her too.)
Don't want anyone else seeing me like this, anyway....
(another gift for the goddess, in how she whimpers it out lowly. a lowly purr, her other hand careful as ever. she has claws, trimmed or not. she wouldn't dare dig them harshly into her lover's scalp. another time of her being mindful about it.
another time of her sighing those moans while her thorough fingers work their way inside of her.)
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Date: 2025-03-07 08:28 pm (UTC)Perhaps it's because the girl is still basking in the echos of her own ecstasy, the comedown from the rush having left her body nice and relaxed, her mood much more agreeable than usual despite a greediness that'll persist no matter what the circumstances. In a similar way, Mai is reluctant to give out meaningful affections, even to the one or two people she considers friends. But in this nice car tucked away under the shade of the trees, beneath the curtain of dark hair spilling onto her shoulders, Mai feels liberated to embrace the role of a lover-- someone a little softer, someone who wants to give another such splendid sensations rather than bitter annoyance and harsh touches.
Mai likes to think that she's rather successful in this endeavor, with how much messier she feels Cellinia become when she strokes her in the most sensitive spots. The relief that her lover vocalizes, just for her, makes Mai grin widely against Cellinia's neck as she's offered more of its flesh to pepper with love bites. Good girl. Keep falling apart for her, pretty wolf, keep spilling all of those delicious sighs while Mai thrusts her fingers slowly, deeply into that beautiful heat.]
No? Just my eyes on you when you're melting like this, right?
[Where Cellinia is a bit more reserved, Mai finds a special dose of pleasure in teasing her lover with words as they're enjoying this intimacy. It feeds an ember of arousal, talking her through what her hands are doing to lure out those low groans and sharp whines. A little bit of praise can go a long way, after all, something that Mai has already figured out when Cellinia was pleasuring her earlier. Such a good pup it makes her, too, docile and loyal, wagging her cute tail in the hopes of more lovely words of acknowledgement.]
Oh, Cellinia, you're such a good girl. Doesn't it feel so nice to be rewarded like this...?
[A hushed, taunting laugh hums from Mai's lips against Cellinia's pulse point. She doesn't care whether or not her wolf answers her with words or another needy whimper. Her fingers will keep moving in time with the rolling of those hips, sinking as deeply as she can go, dragging against her slick walls, letting the heel of her palm grind periodically against her clit for added stimulation. Mai almost feels addicted to the rush of making Cellinia feel so good, so taken care of. She absolutely refuses to stop until she's well-beyond satisfied.
In the back of her mind, Mai can tell that Cellinia is holding herself back from tearing at her skin as she loses herself in the exhilaration. The tenderness with which she strokes Mai's thigh, cradles her head, far outweighs the tension that keeps herself from digging her claws in. How sweet of her, how noble. And how very unlike a wolf, too. But the more that Cellinia casts aside an expected roughness in favor of treating Mai with care, the more that Mai finds herself wanting to bury herself into the wolf's very essence, wearing her mercy like a protective cloak.]
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