(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.]
(it is dangerous, isn't it? that she can call it sweet torture, that she thinks it to be like it in how much she needs it. in the stutter of her hips, the way she cries out those beautiful low moans and sharp whines. the tender cradling of her lover's head while resisting that urge. that urge to cave into those instincts that demand often for someone to be torn apart and carved apart. every bit unlike a wolf in her displays of it, a nature that finds against her own instincts while she focuses more on this feeling.
the sensations, the breathy sighs she lets out for a goddess that has her wrapped around her finger. there is no denial in that, not the way she's being so good for mai in her words and body.
the displays that she gives her past what one would think reasonable in a sense, but reason didn't matter. it never has once in her life. not whenever it comes to some of the things that cellinia knows, that cellinia has done. tender affections are best left between them. not a soul would ever know the things they whispered to one another, be it filth or be it pretty filth. in bold and heated murmurs of their lips, in their bodies coming undone by the heat shared between them from each stroke of mai's fingers deep within her.
she's so wet that it's easy for her to reach in. to get to whatever spots she pleases. whatever spots that her lover desired to, even. rough can be another time, if ever.
though maybe it's better if she did show her sweet tender and poisonous affections. the venom drip from that care as it envelops and drowns them. while she resists instincts that have a need of their own in the way those claws would have been dragging thin red lines of their own down mai's back. the more those beautiful fingers plunge deep into that heat, the more she cries out, the more her walls begin to tight and clamp down on them from her getting closer and closer. the marks along her neck won't be hidden. not tonight. not even any other time after this when she feels mai's lips moving along her neck more. it feels so very good, falling apart for her lover, her goddess. nobody can see them, so there wasn't a point for her to dare hide it.
that she wants that too, she doesn't want the eyes of someone else on her. a special sight, a sight solely reserved for her lover with each roll and stutter of her hips, with each grind cellinia does against the heel of her palm. the pleasure is....addicting, to put it mildly. in how much she desired it.)
Yes....
(she didn't need to answer it, but she did. to both questions, in how she breathes out the word. sighs it out so beautifully against the sharper notes of her whines. her fingers are careful about stroking mai's hair like this, that cradle something sweet to go with the tender touch along her lover's thigh.)
[It's one of the best parts of this tryst-- that not a soul is around to watch the things that they do, hear the shameless sounds that they make. To be so unrestrained is a rare treat indeed, one that's quite easy to lose oneself in, especially when the day-to-day can be so dull and disciplined. Even if they should not return to this particular spot again in the future, the two of them make their mark in this little clearing, leaving fingerprints of pleasure that no one will ever notice. Just as Cellinia leaves undeniable traces of herself all over Mai-- the nibbles that have made a home upon her pale skin, and her scent no doubt perfuming the girl, exactly as she had promised. And, just as Mai will make certain that Cellinia returns to her side of the city marked irrefutably as hers.
With a slight squeeze of the hand she still keeps behind at Cellinia's neck, Mai laughs again, tickled by the answer so wonderfully uttered for her, a simple word conveying so much in merely how Cellinia draws it out in a sigh.]
Mm-hmm...
[Mai hums in agreement, a sultry approval answered against the well-marked column of her lover's neck. The poison has spread so far that it's near fatal, binding them in this affectionate embrace, their touches affixed to one another's bodies in every enjoyable way. And the antidote-- it's never even existed, has it? From the second they allowed their lips to meet, they offered themselves up to this venomous blossom of unlikely affection. The cure isn't in the sweet, careful caresses given by Cellinia, it isn't in the way she tightens around Mai's rhythmic thrusts, nor in the way her hips stutter against Mai's palm as she approaches her release. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore. If this poison rots Mai to her very bones, then let anyone else who dares to feast on her afterwards perish in agony.]
Let go for me... [Her voice is gentle, almost cooing, but the demand in it is evident.] You know you want to. I want you to.
[After she speaks, Mai draws away the hand at Cellinia's neck, bringing it to cup her face now. Her hold is sturdy, the excitement of getting closer to witnessing her wolf come undone for her making Mai's touch just a bit less tender. Cellinia wouldn't mind too terribly, would she? Mai will even make up for it with a brush of her thumb over her lover's lips, slow and teasing. They're plush beneath her touch, parted enough to give away ragged breaths and strained whimpers with every instance Mai's fingers press inside of her oh so deeply, connecting them perfectly.
Her hazel eyes look up at Cellinia, bright and eager to drink in every last bit of her expression, refusing to miss a second of her grand finale. Mai is torn, between wanting to claim one final kiss, drinking in those ecstatic cries when they tear from her throat, or remaining like this-- faces mere inches apart, so that Cellinia is free to be as loud as she desires when she can't last any longer. ]
(it's something that she would never want to let go of, the promises. spoken words about what they desire most, their needs as their bodies met. as that heat had melted them to pieces on a lovely afternoon like today. a time spent playing hooky from their own respective lives that cellinia wanted more of, too much or not. they're both well beyond the sense of being reasonable in those desires. in the way that it's something denied to them. that they didn't need this, didn't need any of it. that they're better off pretending like others they're okay. something that's always stayed on her own mind during those sleepless nights where cellinia would lay alone, not even depressingly enough in her bed, but on her sofa. it's funny how she rarely uses her own bedroom, that she also would deny herself a comfort most had from her own nightmares and restless slumber.
but that hand on her neck, the squeeze given at her simple answer also despite their poisoning. it felt closer to heavenly. a salve, a salve she also didn't know or ignored she needed oftentimes from her own whims. whims which would make even the most patient of women desire to give up on her, and how she never changes despite herself across those years. the sultry reply hummed against her throat makes her shiver, the ragged breathing and her body marked in beautiful bruises in one of the more obvious spots one could go for. it's a direct claim to her. a claim that both sides has made of their own in those bruises and teeth. her gentle mercy, her tender torture in how she could sink her claws in but never did.
she'll take her home with her. she'll show her so many things that girls like them have been starved of for so long. that's the best anyone could ever ask for in the way they'll melt and rot down to nothing remaining of themselves. they'll only have one another. ah, but her lover is a demanding girl. so greedy for what she never has had for herself in the misery that cellinia would have understood too well. misery which all but tore her to pieces into not being that bright-eyed girl who followed her grandfather at every twist and turn. that once smiled so happily at making a friend her age that seemingly understands her....how unfortunate that went. she's feeling that tense coil in her stomach, like strings snapping piece by piece.
let go, let go for her, for little red riding hood and your goddess. the words barely register, the touch itself almost didn't. she didn't mind. not that it was slightly less tender in how mai did it, the run of her thumb against her plush lips. parted, harshly breathing out those unrestrained moans. the strained whimpers and whines from each passing second. oh, but she wants to kiss her so badly, too. cellinia did from how close they are. and maybe she did, maybe she tells herself to stop being so terrible to herself and leans in. just as she reaches her climax, in her sharper cries, the way her body tenses. her lips are against mai's own, the desperation, the desire to won out. those lovely sounds fed to her lips.
to her mouth in how she lets herself go.
yes, she didn't want to hold back from that much. not from her lover's lips, not from her hand on her thigh resisting that urge to sink claws in a little too enthusiastically. what mai gets from there is a light press in that tight grip she has, she'd apologize later if it hurts. she didn't want to let go of her, she didn't wish to even once.
(the radio in the background carries on, let's fall from the sky. the ground is breaking, but i don't care. 'cause i'm never scared when you kiss me....)
maybe that's another sad thing about it, that for someone so capable of being vicious that the wolf herself desires most to cradle her lover gently. that she sought to go against her nature in some ways, and how it would have resulted in others being torn to pieces without a second thought had she wished it. her kiss is a needy thing, so unrestrained from her innermost feelings. so full of her desire in how cellinia broke first for it.
what a beautiful afternoon, one spent between lone girls who could have vanished at any time without ever being thought about by most. most except for those who actually cared enough to wonder where they went, where they could have gone whenever they finally disappeared.
(another kiss given, the voice ringing out in the back: stay, come save me. save, like i saved you....)
[A rendezvous like today's was never meant to be a reasonable one, was it? All Mai had to do was tip Cellinia a bit extra for her efficiency, slip those bullets into their chamber, and pretend that she wasn't intrigued by a good-looking woman who had to suffer a silly little interaction with her classmate. Funny, she can almost hear her shrew of a mother, whose barbed insults normally directed at her big sister, are now aimed squarely at Mai: 'Why are you always like this? Why can't you ever be reasonable?'
It's enough to make Mai smirk to herself as she continues to cup her lover's face close to her own, as she savors the feeling of Cellinia's wetness spilling more and more over her fingers while she works her to her peak. Why can't she be reasonable? Hasn't she always made a decent effort towards it? If she asks herself honestly... the answer is probably 'No.' Some people, especially in her family, are impossible to please, so the efforts would be wasted, wouldn't they? But Cellinia, oh, she's so easy to please-- and it's fun to please her, too. Mai's nerves, previously numbed from her own enjoyment, come to life again as she basks in the vigor of their lovemaking as it comes to its delightful conclusion.
After all, she's the one who is taking Cellinia to the top like this, the one who gets to hear her beg sweetly, the one who Cellinia watches intently, with eyes that yearn so terribly for release. And Mai intends on giving it to her in full, this greedy girl now taking pleasure in turning the tables to be the generous one, now.
Those wolfish eyes are a mirror, reflecting the ardent wish to close that space between their lips, and accept a beautiful fall into one last kiss. Mai can't help but feel entranced by the electric desperation dancing in the amber of Cellinia's gaze, fixed firmly on Mai's. What the girl had thought was magnificent before-- watching those same hungry eyes looking up at her as she feasted-- really does pale in comparison to the sight before her now. Mai has the privilege of watching her lover succumb to true ecstasy up close, feel her crumble with each shudder of her entire body, building upon themselves with every passing moment. Almost there, almost there. Her fingers work in delicious tandem with Cellinia's hips, urging past the increasing tightness that announces her climax. And when the last string that tethers Cellinia to reality snaps, Mai imagines her own heart ceasing to beat for that split-second as she feels how thoroughly her lover lets go for her.
Every single cry given so graciously to Mai is swallowed deeply in their sudden kiss. It tastes like heaven, like she's drinking bliss straight from its source as Cellinia surrenders to the euphoric sensations delivered to her by Mai's own touch. And she hardly minds how firmly her lover clings to her thigh-- let there be bruises come the morning, even if they'll peek out from her uniform should anyone get too nosey. Mai can keep a secret. Cellinia can be her best secret, too, tenderly cherished away from the attention of brutes who only know how to destroy anything truly worthwhile.
As the two of them kiss to the impassioned vocals floating in the background, as the frantic ecstasy begins to ebb and Mai feels Cellinia relax a little after tensing so wonderfully in her arms, the younger girl feels a strange cooling in her thrumming heart-- does this have to be the end? After today, will they be wracked by a discomfort that forces them back into impersonal interactions? Or will their promises actually bear fruit, their odd pledge of devotion becoming something more than mere words offered in the heat of the moment?
These feelings certainly beg the question: has Mai gone against her own nature, too, on this beautiful afternoon? Has the gentle, cradling touch Cellinia gives her reignited the long-abandoned need to be protected and treasured? Mai would've cursed herself bitterly for it, if it wasn't the most alive she has felt in a long while. Maybe, just maybe, she'll curse herself anyway-- but when she slowly, slowly withdraws her fingers, and kisses Cellinia yet again while searching her lovely eyes with a slightly spent curiosity, Mai reconsiders it.
How strange it is that she still longs to be saved, that she's so starved for it that she would consider going wherever Cellinia wanted to take her next.]
(in those beautiful amber eyes, it's something soft. something that even suggests that she wouldn't so easily go against her promise in the way that it seemed affectionate. a desire to keep her near, to cherish her. her heart pounds against her chest, but even cellinia knows that'd never be easy. both sides seemingly have their own intensive issues. nothing that would be easily talked about. but that's a norm for women like them, it became better to hide and run than face that part of themselves. the ugly truths, the part where they both were condemning themselves to be pathetic. undeserving, unwanted, or even in some ways incapable of having what they were starved of. like reality had a grip on their throats, tightening the hold until it became suffocating for them. their lives. that's what often felt like it was the result of that prolonged suffering. one can only take so much arguing, so much bloodshed and violence before snapping.
the former especially, as she had seen it often between father and grandfather. the good for nothing son arguing that his daughter should not have a position he covets.
but that isn't here, here is another story. with something akin to tenderness, the tender mercy she offers while loosening her grip on her lover's thigh once her body starts to feel less tense. a rub of her fingers into the bruises as if to soothe them if any, this beautiful fall and those eyes were all for mai. down to her not minding being a secret for her lover, a secret best kept away from the eyes of others while wanted to be with her. those moans were all for her, those sweet sighs, cellinia going against her nature as a wolf in many ways while they melted down to there being nothing left piece by piece.
she doesn't move to break away from her, each kiss met with her own. love starved girls are always like that, or perhaps love and affection starved. touch, too. when all one has is violence and emptiness, it starts to wear down the mind more than anything with how lonely it can be. without something that they would have desired to have nearer whenever they were younger and less jaded, less....ruined. to be more precise about how this world tears apart anyone, even those who had nothing other than good intentions and tender hearts. hungering wolf, a desperate and ugly little wolf that refuses to let go when her head says she shouldn't stay is the truth of it. did it matter any longer? that they weren't reasonable people? she never felt like she was one. cellinia can't deny that, the way she was never that way unless made to be.
her hand is staying where it is, her body close in all its warmth with that light sheen of sweat dripping down. the idle debate of them going back to her place remains, but isn't that also another unreasonable thing? to want to go home with her? she'd see it, the way that cellinia would sleep on her couch more than her bed, how for it being so lived in that it has a depressing air to it. like it's owner.
the heavenly taste of her lips distracts the wolf, if only for now. for a little longer. nobody would blame them, not if they knew the way their own pains were. not while cellinia notes again that she likes the way mai seems alive for her, that she weren't a living corpse the way that she herself used to be. that hand which cradled her head moves to stroke into her cheek. something soft, something slow as she comes down from her own high. wordless affections that kept carrying on between them, a slowness to it as if mindful. more from her own recognition that she wouldn't want to be touched constantly herself, if cellinia were not in the mood for it.)
....should I take you home with me?
(ah, her heart beats slightly faster. it's thrumming through her chest, hammering away while she brings the question up. she'd understand if mai didn't want to. it is far too early to trust her lover, even if their heated tryst faded to something more akin to lovemaking in how they offered affections both were starved of.
that both girls may not have allowed themselves normally by their own choices.)
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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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Date: 2025-03-08 02:37 am (UTC)the sensations, the breathy sighs she lets out for a goddess that has her wrapped around her finger. there is no denial in that, not the way she's being so good for mai in her words and body.
the displays that she gives her past what one would think reasonable in a sense, but reason didn't matter. it never has once in her life. not whenever it comes to some of the things that cellinia knows, that cellinia has done. tender affections are best left between them. not a soul would ever know the things they whispered to one another, be it filth or be it pretty filth. in bold and heated murmurs of their lips, in their bodies coming undone by the heat shared between them from each stroke of mai's fingers deep within her.
she's so wet that it's easy for her to reach in. to get to whatever spots she pleases. whatever spots that her lover desired to, even. rough can be another time, if ever.
though maybe it's better if she did show her sweet tender and poisonous affections. the venom drip from that care as it envelops and drowns them. while she resists instincts that have a need of their own in the way those claws would have been dragging thin red lines of their own down mai's back. the more those beautiful fingers plunge deep into that heat, the more she cries out, the more her walls begin to tight and clamp down on them from her getting closer and closer. the marks along her neck won't be hidden. not tonight. not even any other time after this when she feels mai's lips moving along her neck more. it feels so very good, falling apart for her lover, her goddess. nobody can see them, so there wasn't a point for her to dare hide it.
that she wants that too, she doesn't want the eyes of someone else on her. a special sight, a sight solely reserved for her lover with each roll and stutter of her hips, with each grind cellinia does against the heel of her palm. the pleasure is....addicting, to put it mildly. in how much she desired it.)
Yes....
(she didn't need to answer it, but she did. to both questions, in how she breathes out the word. sighs it out so beautifully against the sharper notes of her whines. her fingers are careful about stroking mai's hair like this, that cradle something sweet to go with the tender touch along her lover's thigh.)
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Date: 2025-03-08 06:02 pm (UTC)With a slight squeeze of the hand she still keeps behind at Cellinia's neck, Mai laughs again, tickled by the answer so wonderfully uttered for her, a simple word conveying so much in merely how Cellinia draws it out in a sigh.]
Mm-hmm...
[Mai hums in agreement, a sultry approval answered against the well-marked column of her lover's neck. The poison has spread so far that it's near fatal, binding them in this affectionate embrace, their touches affixed to one another's bodies in every enjoyable way. And the antidote-- it's never even existed, has it? From the second they allowed their lips to meet, they offered themselves up to this venomous blossom of unlikely affection. The cure isn't in the sweet, careful caresses given by Cellinia, it isn't in the way she tightens around Mai's rhythmic thrusts, nor in the way her hips stutter against Mai's palm as she approaches her release. It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter anymore. If this poison rots Mai to her very bones, then let anyone else who dares to feast on her afterwards perish in agony.]
Let go for me... [Her voice is gentle, almost cooing, but the demand in it is evident.] You know you want to. I want you to.
[After she speaks, Mai draws away the hand at Cellinia's neck, bringing it to cup her face now. Her hold is sturdy, the excitement of getting closer to witnessing her wolf come undone for her making Mai's touch just a bit less tender. Cellinia wouldn't mind too terribly, would she? Mai will even make up for it with a brush of her thumb over her lover's lips, slow and teasing. They're plush beneath her touch, parted enough to give away ragged breaths and strained whimpers with every instance Mai's fingers press inside of her oh so deeply, connecting them perfectly.
Her hazel eyes look up at Cellinia, bright and eager to drink in every last bit of her expression, refusing to miss a second of her grand finale. Mai is torn, between wanting to claim one final kiss, drinking in those ecstatic cries when they tear from her throat, or remaining like this-- faces mere inches apart, so that Cellinia is free to be as loud as she desires when she can't last any longer. ]
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Date: 2025-03-08 07:36 pm (UTC)but that hand on her neck, the squeeze given at her simple answer also despite their poisoning. it felt closer to heavenly. a salve, a salve she also didn't know or ignored she needed oftentimes from her own whims. whims which would make even the most patient of women desire to give up on her, and how she never changes despite herself across those years. the sultry reply hummed against her throat makes her shiver, the ragged breathing and her body marked in beautiful bruises in one of the more obvious spots one could go for. it's a direct claim to her. a claim that both sides has made of their own in those bruises and teeth. her gentle mercy, her tender torture in how she could sink her claws in but never did.
she'll take her home with her. she'll show her so many things that girls like them have been starved of for so long. that's the best anyone could ever ask for in the way they'll melt and rot down to nothing remaining of themselves. they'll only have one another. ah, but her lover is a demanding girl. so greedy for what she never has had for herself in the misery that cellinia would have understood too well. misery which all but tore her to pieces into not being that bright-eyed girl who followed her grandfather at every twist and turn. that once smiled so happily at making a friend her age that seemingly understands her....how unfortunate that went. she's feeling that tense coil in her stomach, like strings snapping piece by piece.
let go, let go for her, for little red riding hood and your goddess. the words barely register, the touch itself almost didn't. she didn't mind. not that it was slightly less tender in how mai did it, the run of her thumb against her plush lips. parted, harshly breathing out those unrestrained moans. the strained whimpers and whines from each passing second. oh, but she wants to kiss her so badly, too. cellinia did from how close they are. and maybe she did, maybe she tells herself to stop being so terrible to herself and leans in. just as she reaches her climax, in her sharper cries, the way her body tenses. her lips are against mai's own, the desperation, the desire to won out. those lovely sounds fed to her lips.
to her mouth in how she lets herself go.
yes, she didn't want to hold back from that much. not from her lover's lips, not from her hand on her thigh resisting that urge to sink claws in a little too enthusiastically. what mai gets from there is a light press in that tight grip she has, she'd apologize later if it hurts. she didn't want to let go of her, she didn't wish to even once.
(the radio in the background carries on, let's fall from the sky. the ground is breaking, but i don't care. 'cause i'm never scared when you kiss me....)
maybe that's another sad thing about it, that for someone so capable of being vicious that the wolf herself desires most to cradle her lover gently. that she sought to go against her nature in some ways, and how it would have resulted in others being torn to pieces without a second thought had she wished it. her kiss is a needy thing, so unrestrained from her innermost feelings. so full of her desire in how cellinia broke first for it.
what a beautiful afternoon, one spent between lone girls who could have vanished at any time without ever being thought about by most. most except for those who actually cared enough to wonder where they went, where they could have gone whenever they finally disappeared.
(another kiss given, the voice ringing out in the back: stay, come save me. save, like i saved you....)
she'll only be hers, she only ever would be.)
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Date: 2025-03-10 08:26 am (UTC)It's enough to make Mai smirk to herself as she continues to cup her lover's face close to her own, as she savors the feeling of Cellinia's wetness spilling more and more over her fingers while she works her to her peak. Why can't she be reasonable? Hasn't she always made a decent effort towards it? If she asks herself honestly... the answer is probably 'No.' Some people, especially in her family, are impossible to please, so the efforts would be wasted, wouldn't they? But Cellinia, oh, she's so easy to please-- and it's fun to please her, too. Mai's nerves, previously numbed from her own enjoyment, come to life again as she basks in the vigor of their lovemaking as it comes to its delightful conclusion.
After all, she's the one who is taking Cellinia to the top like this, the one who gets to hear her beg sweetly, the one who Cellinia watches intently, with eyes that yearn so terribly for release. And Mai intends on giving it to her in full, this greedy girl now taking pleasure in turning the tables to be the generous one, now.
Those wolfish eyes are a mirror, reflecting the ardent wish to close that space between their lips, and accept a beautiful fall into one last kiss. Mai can't help but feel entranced by the electric desperation dancing in the amber of Cellinia's gaze, fixed firmly on Mai's. What the girl had thought was magnificent before-- watching those same hungry eyes looking up at her as she feasted-- really does pale in comparison to the sight before her now. Mai has the privilege of watching her lover succumb to true ecstasy up close, feel her crumble with each shudder of her entire body, building upon themselves with every passing moment. Almost there, almost there. Her fingers work in delicious tandem with Cellinia's hips, urging past the increasing tightness that announces her climax. And when the last string that tethers Cellinia to reality snaps, Mai imagines her own heart ceasing to beat for that split-second as she feels how thoroughly her lover lets go for her.
Every single cry given so graciously to Mai is swallowed deeply in their sudden kiss. It tastes like heaven, like she's drinking bliss straight from its source as Cellinia surrenders to the euphoric sensations delivered to her by Mai's own touch. And she hardly minds how firmly her lover clings to her thigh-- let there be bruises come the morning, even if they'll peek out from her uniform should anyone get too nosey. Mai can keep a secret. Cellinia can be her best secret, too, tenderly cherished away from the attention of brutes who only know how to destroy anything truly worthwhile.
As the two of them kiss to the impassioned vocals floating in the background, as the frantic ecstasy begins to ebb and Mai feels Cellinia relax a little after tensing so wonderfully in her arms, the younger girl feels a strange cooling in her thrumming heart-- does this have to be the end? After today, will they be wracked by a discomfort that forces them back into impersonal interactions? Or will their promises actually bear fruit, their odd pledge of devotion becoming something more than mere words offered in the heat of the moment?
These feelings certainly beg the question: has Mai gone against her own nature, too, on this beautiful afternoon? Has the gentle, cradling touch Cellinia gives her reignited the long-abandoned need to be protected and treasured? Mai would've cursed herself bitterly for it, if it wasn't the most alive she has felt in a long while. Maybe, just maybe, she'll curse herself anyway-- but when she slowly, slowly withdraws her fingers, and kisses Cellinia yet again while searching her lovely eyes with a slightly spent curiosity, Mai reconsiders it.
How strange it is that she still longs to be saved, that she's so starved for it that she would consider going wherever Cellinia wanted to take her next.]
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Date: 2025-03-10 10:17 am (UTC)the former especially, as she had seen it often between father and grandfather. the good for nothing son arguing that his daughter should not have a position he covets.
but that isn't here, here is another story. with something akin to tenderness, the tender mercy she offers while loosening her grip on her lover's thigh once her body starts to feel less tense. a rub of her fingers into the bruises as if to soothe them if any, this beautiful fall and those eyes were all for mai. down to her not minding being a secret for her lover, a secret best kept away from the eyes of others while wanted to be with her. those moans were all for her, those sweet sighs, cellinia going against her nature as a wolf in many ways while they melted down to there being nothing left piece by piece.
she doesn't move to break away from her, each kiss met with her own. love starved girls are always like that, or perhaps love and affection starved. touch, too. when all one has is violence and emptiness, it starts to wear down the mind more than anything with how lonely it can be. without something that they would have desired to have nearer whenever they were younger and less jaded, less....ruined. to be more precise about how this world tears apart anyone, even those who had nothing other than good intentions and tender hearts. hungering wolf, a desperate and ugly little wolf that refuses to let go when her head says she shouldn't stay is the truth of it. did it matter any longer? that they weren't reasonable people? she never felt like she was one. cellinia can't deny that, the way she was never that way unless made to be.
her hand is staying where it is, her body close in all its warmth with that light sheen of sweat dripping down. the idle debate of them going back to her place remains, but isn't that also another unreasonable thing? to want to go home with her? she'd see it, the way that cellinia would sleep on her couch more than her bed, how for it being so lived in that it has a depressing air to it. like it's owner.
the heavenly taste of her lips distracts the wolf, if only for now. for a little longer. nobody would blame them, not if they knew the way their own pains were. not while cellinia notes again that she likes the way mai seems alive for her, that she weren't a living corpse the way that she herself used to be. that hand which cradled her head moves to stroke into her cheek. something soft, something slow as she comes down from her own high. wordless affections that kept carrying on between them, a slowness to it as if mindful. more from her own recognition that she wouldn't want to be touched constantly herself, if cellinia were not in the mood for it.)
....should I take you home with me?
(ah, her heart beats slightly faster. it's thrumming through her chest, hammering away while she brings the question up. she'd understand if mai didn't want to. it is far too early to trust her lover, even if their heated tryst faded to something more akin to lovemaking in how they offered affections both were starved of.
that both girls may not have allowed themselves normally by their own choices.)
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