(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.)
[That softness in Cellinia's eyes, the rapid beating of her heart that is evident with them pressed together like this-- perhaps it gives Mai a bit of pause in the immediate aftermath of their excitement. Wouldn't it be easier, in a rather gloomy way, if the surge of hormones that led them here had simply cooled down once their respective needs were met, and they could just untangle themselves from one another without the strange attachments forged from words and looks and touches? Sweet nothings exchanged during moments of passion don't need to mean anything-- plenty of people lie to get sex, and they'll even lie during the act to make the feelings all the more satisfying. Mai can play that role, too, when she knows that her partner is insincere in every way except in how they pursue carnal delights-- she can at least turn off her emotions for long enough to go through the motions to get that temporary high for herself.
Yet Cellinia has shown herself to be anything but insincere. Funny, how this big bad wolf doesn't bother hiding her intentions in flowery, meaningless words. Maybe that's what feels slightly suffocating to Mai, gripping her throat in a way that has her own heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears. Instead of immediately climbing off of Mai and cooly pulling her clothing back on, Cellinia runs her fingers soothingly over where they had once dug into her thigh, and the hand she had cradled Mai's head with now caresses her cheek. It's a prolonging of a touch, an affection, even after they calm down from being taken to the heights of pleasure. The world is still reduced to just the two of them in the way that they keep kissing slowly-- even now, as the sounds of life outside in the clearing slowly seep into the vehicle.
When her lover muses aloud, offering Mai a continuation of their little meeting, Mai shifts and sits up a bit, glancing at her discarded uniform before looking back at the lover awaiting her response. Oh-- maybe they're both starved for something more, aren't they? Something that words aren't fit to describe in this instance. Mai speaks up as she gives Cellinia's ears a playful petting.]
Oh? You want me to be your leftovers for later?
[There's a dry humor in her tone, her words flippant and slightly flirty despite the way she smoothes her expression, not wanting to betray the embarrassing swell of eagerness she feels at the idea.]
...I wanna take a shower. [Mai blurts it out after a pause. Perhaps it's her own way of agreeing to Cellinia's suggestion, without outright saying 'yes.'] You're not gonna drop me back off over there looking like this.
[No, there's no way Mai would let herself make the long walk back to her dorm with her hair disheveled, her face still sporting a pretty flush, and the scent of sex and sweat clinging fiercely to her skin. Someone was bound to see, especially once they've noticed that she was gone. To complicate things further, there wasn't anyone on the Kyoto campus, teacher or student, who would be fooled that Mai had exerted herself so greatly from jujutsu training alone. She's as unmotivated as they come, after all-- unless it involves something that actually captures her interest, though those are so few and far between. No one needs to know what manner of thrilling adventure has left her so messy and spent.
Moreover, she still needs time to figure how exactly she plans on concealing this afternoon romp under the veil of a secret.]
You've got a normal place, right? You're not the kind of wolf who lives in a cave or something?
[How funny, the way that Mai's little quip isn't so far a stretch, given the lonely atmosphere of Cellinia's living quarters. Mai has a plan-- to go and give that place of hers a look-see, determine if it'd be worth paying a proper visit at a later time. If they were still seeing each other, anyway. She feels safe enough, armed with her revolver-- and if Cellinia truly wanted to harm her, she's had far too many chances up until now.
At the very least, Mai can tidy herself up some, and maybe admire Cellinia's handiwork in an actual mirror.]
(another kiss, the slight flirty tone of her own voice is there whenever she shifts back enough for her lover to sit up. there wasn't anything forceful to it. if her lover wished to be touched more and fed all the things they both were starved of more, then that's not something she minds. not in how she's slow about it, near mindful again. she won't call her out for any eagerness, cellinia never would have. she can pretend they both weren't eager to be somewhere that wasn't her car. her car, which very much carries the scent of sweat and sex between them the same way they did. in a way....it's also adding to that idea. that it's only them. that none of it matters beyond the way they touch one another and chase after that feeling. this feeling that cellinia hasn't felt in so long; that affection and poison behind it touching her deep.
deep enough that she goes against being "reasonable" once again, offering her to see her space. even with the lonely atmosphere, cellinia did have a nice little apartment. some would consider it a downgrade from the manor she once lived in before she burned it to the ground, others would find it more suitable for a girl like her. her living space isn't something extravagant, but something just right in its charm. something lived in while holding minimal decorations. almost like, it's owner refrains aside from what pictures of coworkers that she has.
and what posters they forced on her with the intention of not allowing her to always have it so depressingly lonely. pity that didn't do much to help, but mai didn't need to know that. for a lone wolf? it'd never lose that feeling of loneliness. that feeling of someone who was exiled from the fold, even if the choice was her own to do as she must. besides, she did want to let her lover have a better view of the bruises that she left on cellinia's neck. maybe the opportunity for mai to decorate her body further if she desired that while they're there, alone in a quiet wolf's own abode.
that sounded better than a return to their lives, the idea of that gnawing at the back of cellinia's mind. not because she didn't want to see more of her lover, but more because she doesn't always do this. not with keeping someone this close to her. this big bad wolf has difficulties with letting anyone close, close enough to touch her the way that mai is whenever cellinia relaxes into her playful brushes of her ears. amber eyes closing thoughtfully at the remark of a shower, she can take that to mean mai wanted to see it.
hearing an outright "yes" would have been a bigger surprise by what she's gathered of this girl.)
Not really. It's normal.
(a typical one in appearance. nothing that would stand out like the way it's owner tried to be in how cellinia often portrays herself. they'll figure out how to cover up their afternoon spent indulging in something not part of their usual lives. cellinia might not even cover the marks. she wouldn't get too many questions, her ice queen demeanor meant that they knew better.
though cellinia isn't thinking about it, not about how they struggled to speak with her because of it. not about her having to say that they were fine to do it, either. what's on her mind is taking mai back with her with one last (it wouldn't be the last) kiss before reluctantly untangling their limbs. it's evident that she likes that warm feeling, but she knows getting distracted by it now also won't get them a fresh shower and cleaned up as they needed to be.)
Besides, caves are a pain to stay in.
(now that sounds like a story, but not one she would talk about right now. work related stories can be another time.)
The way Mai doesn't answer that remark directly can be an answer all its own. She's gotten what she wants so far today-- how much more can she indulge in until she's full to bursting? She might not learn her lesson in temperance today (or at all), but... should she really count on a she-wolf to lead the way in reining in their mutual desires?
Now, that is an unreasonable train of thought.
It's far more reasonable to take up Cellinia's invitation, see for herself what kind of place a woman like her calls 'home.' She tries to imagine it, just a little, as she enjoys that not-so-final kiss and hums softly while her wolf puts more space between them. Mai will miss that warmth, too, but it's beginning to feel a bit cramped in the back seat, and her limbs are begging to be stretched out. Might be nicer if their next time is on that bed Cellinia had hinted at in the very beginning of their suggestive talks-- but that's getting a little carried away, isn't it? Mai is just going over to take that shower... Though when her eyes rake over her lover's beautiful body in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows, she decides that she might just leave a couple (dozen) more blooms upon her skin before she makes Cellinia drive her back to the campus grounds.
She is still looking very much like a wolf, after all, and not like the well-bitten leopard Mai desires to leave her as by the time they say their goodbyes.]
I was joking about the cave thing, you know. [Half-joking, by the sarcastic little smile she wears as she collects her uniform skirt and panties from the floor.] But, glad to know you're at least domesticated enough to have a normal place to bring girls back to.
[Her teasing has a bit of that old bite to it, but the glimmer in her eyes makes it clear that she's rather looking forward to the second leg of this adventure. It's an absolutely welcomed alternative to going back to whatever the day had in store for them before their little transaction. Moreover, it's not as if Mai has the luxury of having a private space to invite her lover to. Neither the campus dorms nor the Zen'in estate would be so welcoming to such an unusual character-- shocking, as Cellinia would probably be one of the more sensible people on the premises.
Besides, Mai would refuse most people who knew her the chance (or privilege, as some might consider it) to visit her 'hallowed' family home. Her kinsmen turn their nose up at anyone not bearing their prestigious surname as it is, and regard non-sorcerers with enough contempt that it's almost nauseating for anyone looking in from the outside. The deeper reason, though, is simply because Mai couldn't bear anyone meaningful to her witnessing the way her family treats her. Away from their influence, she can be as proud as she wants-- a little queen hiding her inferiority complex beneath a crown forged from a bit of arrogance and an overinflated ego. But in their crushing presence, Mai is reduced to the pathetic child she has always been, worthless and reviled. They make sure she knows it, and they'll no doubt make sure that anyone who finds themselves getting close to the Zen'in failure knows it, too.
Mai utterly refuses to let her schoolfriends see that abysmal truth, and she'll refuse Cellinia the same opportunity. Not when she looks at her like she's something special, worthwhile. She wants to clutch onto that illusion as tightly as she can, for as long as she can, until it inevitably crumbles. It always does, but not while she can help it.
A silence befalls them while Mai gets dressed, save for the music playing on the speakers. The fabric of her clothing feels uncomfortably sticky as she pulls it over her damp skin, and she mulls over throwing her clothes in the wash (Cellinia has to have modern amenities in her apartment, too, right?). That would add more time spent there, of course, but they could probably figure out some way to busy themselves. Mai leans over to retrieve the top of her uniform from the front seat, and snatches up Cellinia's clothes too while she's there. She sets the pile atop her lover's lap before making herself look wholly presentable once more. After running her fingers through her hair in an effort to tame the dark messy locks, Mai shoots Cellinia a self-satisfied look.]
If this place of yours is decent enough, maybe I'll stay for a while.
(lucky them that she has all the modern amenities that they could use. her apartment should be well-kept and maintained. nothing too fancy that it would seem jarring based off what little glimpses mai is getting, cellinia isn't that sort of girl that would indulge in riches. a surprise, to be sure. her previous lot in life had earned her quite the hefty inheritance, businesses and riches beyond the scope that others would have had in their lives. all held by the signora due to her disappearance from the center stage of that wolf eat wolf world, that world of violence and tearing down others to get further ahead. cellinia won't talk much about it. it was easier to get her to talk about anything other than the familiga life she once had been part of, but that's not on her mind. what's on her mind is about if they could even behave. if they'd keep their hands to themselves once they're in her apartment.
or if cellinia would find herself dragged into her shower, clothed or not. the two of them there, mai likely leaving more of those lovely bruises she bloomed across her neck and collar. that stare was noticed by cellinia, anyway. how she looks over her lover's body like she has thoughts of her own good. she says nothing on it, not right now. the wolf does however, take the opportunity to stretch out for her watchful gaze at first before reaching to undo her ponytail the rest of the way. her hair is sticking to her which is a bit annoying, but long hair always has its own issues.
long hair which she took the chance to fix back up into that high ponytail after getting it unstuck from her body. the sweat had made her slightly sticky, not very surprising. whatever happens later, she'll be sure to indulge her lover more. to give her as much of her body as she desired. as she deserved while they're off alone in what would be considered a quiet paradise for the pair. nobody would interrupt, that and cellinia isn't the sort of girl to be too hasty. this attraction between them being fire hot aside, she's got every bit of those predatory instincts on display as necessary. in how she prowls and eyes her prey, or in this case....it would be her lover who she patiently would be pursuing for however long mai wanted to play cat and mouse. or wolf and rabbit. however long she desires to indulge it, or for more than that.
she was debating on what to say once mai drops her tank top, shorts, and panties in her lap. ah, right. she did murmur a "thank you" before reaching to get dressed next. unsurprisingly they're both going to be uncomfortable as the fabric of her tank top sticks to her skin. she won't bother with her jacket. cellinia rarely does unless she had to (mainly that depended on where she would be at) cover up for whatever reason.
the fabric rustles, the music carries on, and cellinia does start to think about what she'd do if her lover stays the night. behaving would be off the table, wouldn't it? the two of them likely can't always manage restraint. well. cellinia could, but there was only so much that could be done of her holding back. she might not be as merciful the next time her patience is that destroyed, or would this wolf be? this wolf who shows tender mercies and cravings for whatever this feeling is going between herself and her goddess? that's the struggle of it.
a mighty struggle, but a struggle nonetheless. she reaches to zip up her shorts and button them back up, her minds going over a mental checklist (or two) about when they get to her apartment. she'll need to figure out dinner. there's likely something she can scrounge up, though that's a future thought for if mai did stay over. she'd want to give her a proper "date" by ordering something she's in the mood for. maybe even putting on some manner of movie while they're eating.
....second thought, that also sounds unreasonable. to think about watching a movie. they might not even make it through said movie, without that urge being there for touch. for their lover's lips while they sit together on her sofa.)
True. It wouldn't do any good if I was too wild, now would it? (their back and forth aside, she's mulling it over again. what mai said about staying for a while.) Should be comfortable, I got a washer and dryer in mine.
(which spares part of the issue, but that also leaves needing to address mai's lack of other clothing. hmm. cellinia did have clothing to spare, mai could be covered in her scent more depending on which she borrows. she has sweaters, dress shirts, hoodies, and other things her lover can use. if she weren't minding the wolf is more on the masculine side than the feminine in her mannerisms and demeanor.)
I'll dig up something from my closet if you wanted to shower first and wash up your uniform.
(look at that, she's quick on the uptake too in general.)
[If Cellinia is concerned about the chances of the two of them behaving once they're in her apartment, then she may or may not find it equally concerning that Mai is several steps ahead of her-- this girl doesn't care at all about behaving. In fact, she doesn't even care if she's the reason why they misbehave. Their business with one another isn't quite finished, yet, is it? Or at least, that's what Mai can ascertain from their mutual reluctance to separate for the time being, compounded by the forward invitation for what she presumes is more than simply a home tour.
Well, they can figure out what kind of mischief they'll get into after that shower is out of the way. Mai's pretty wolf will join her, of course-- there's not even a question of it in her mind. Cellinia looks a proper mess, after all, sticky from their efforts and bathed in the hair she spills before she ties it back up again. She moves like she knows Mai is watching-- no, like she doesn't mind that she's being watched. Curious little wolf she is, especially in the way that she doesn't bat an eye at the violet bruises displayed so boldly, courtesy of her tank top. Does she want to show them off? Mai almost feels a pang of jealousy, acutely aware that her own lovely marks are now buried beneath her uniform. It certainly feeds the secret aspect to all of this, as well as the swell of pride that she will acknowledge-- fine. Mai can just direct her bitterness at the classmates from whom she wanted to conceal her own collection of bites in the first place. Better that, than assume responsibility for her own clear instructions, right?
Her mind is somewhere different, her thoughts a touch less civilized than the respectable musings of her lover, who ponders over ways she can turn this outing into something more akin to a date than... whatever it currently is. Yet, as it is, they'll likely reach the same conclusion-- that they'll cave in, once more, to the attraction still burning white hot between them.]
Yeah, you'd definitely scare off the wrong person if you were too wild.
[Such a suggestive remark, one that intimates a veiled interest to peek beneath this wolf's merciful tenderness just a little. Mai has a terrible habit of trying one's patience, a fact that Cellinia has no doubt grown wiser to, following her little stunt on the ride here. And Mai enjoyed it far too much at the time, another fact that her lover is well aware of. It seems that this little red riding hood has gotten a bit more bold, hasn't she? If neither those sharp teeth nor sharper eyes have frightened her off yet, what will?
Perhaps a lair full of bones, picked clean, would strike a proper fear in this cocky girl. Trophies of conquests, concrete proof that her comely lover is still a beast at her core, and Mai is her unmistakable prey. Yet something about that little fantasy feels... off, even if it's only because Mai would likely trash those remnants and ensure that she's the only trophy worth displaying from then on. Ah, well. Her imagination is getting the better of her-- Cellinia did say that her place was 'normal,' and she's not yet lied to Mai. Perhaps the girl is still trying to wrap her mind around what normal is to a wolf, and why she would adopt such a life to begin with.
Oh, but that-- that's beginning to venture into personal territory, isn't it? Wanting to know more, wanting to understand someone else a little better. The waters are already muddied, though, after they've enjoyed each other's bodies the way that they did. Not to mention the pretty promises they had exchanged-- but no, prying into Cellinia's past feels like crossing a line, to Mai. She'll have no qualms about poking around what the woman lays out plainly for her to see once they get to her place, though.]
Well, what do you know-- that's exactly what I wanna do.
[It pleases her, that Cellinia offers before Mai even has to ask. And she's interested in seeing her lover in her clothes, is she? Mai almost wonders aloud how long that will last, but she'll spare them both the salacious thought and simply lean over to press a chaste kiss to Cellinia's cheek.]
My favorite kind of girl is one who can anticipate my needs.
[And she'll leave it at that, before returning to the passenger's seat the correct way, this time-- exiting from the backseat door and stretching her arms high over her head. The breeze is heavenly on her skin, and she'll bask in the sensation for a moment before sliding back into her assigned spot in the front seat. She notes with a snicker that the windows are still slightly fogged up, the last remnants of their little adventure here in the countryside. And what an entertaining one it was, Mai concludes, as she takes the box of pocky in her hands and idly nibbles at a stick or two while she waits for Cellinia to join her.]
(there were no concerns, truthfully. her only concern was on if she would have time to undress before her lover extends her "invitation", if she'd desire to pull her in all slowly. soggy clothes tossed aside from their desire to keep going, to make it hotter. to make it into something that they couldn't ever part from. cellinia did invite her over for a more comfortable environment, somewhere that wasn't a car. somewhere that would let them both have as many chances they desire in their attraction. their desires. cellinia isn't minding any of it. the idea that they both might be less than civilized about the rest of their day, or everything else. those teeth can always sink into her lover in how her baser instincts wants and craves more than just the ones she gave her earlier desires most. marking ones mate with teeth as they fall to pieces is something a wolf can give as the highest honor for them. something that cellinia would give mai the more she presses those buttons.
the more that she makes her moves, just like now in how she stares. how she hears her remark about scaring off the wrong person were she to go too wild. unfortunately for them, she knows. she has a guess that mai would want her to herself, those pretty teeth marking her as something to possess. something to claim solely as hers in the throes of passion. of sex and desire. because that's another thing, her possessive streak. she's good at not displaying it, better at maintaining her calm through it. the problem is more that if she did feel someone was a little too close for comfort that cellinia would bare those lovely teeth. she'd bare them and desire to teach them a lesson to stay away from what's hers.
she doesn't like it one bit, which is why she'd happily indulge her lover in wearing those bruises. the sploches of spots along her fair skin, without being fazed. there is no room for shame in a wild animal, this decorum she even gives is the furthest that she allows. otherwise if she hadn't allowed that, they would have both been covered in more visible marks of teeth and bruises. who would have thought the woman that lost everything would desire to decorate her lover prominently? she didn't need to say anything more on it, and yet....)
Isn't that the appeal? The risk, that urge for me to bite down until you're so covered in marks that nobody would be able to touch you because you're mine if I get too wild?
(mating bites. she hasn't told her about it, but it is what she alludes to. the she-wolf wants to leave her one, somewhere nice and pretty. somewhere that spoke a clear message for those stupid enough to reach a hand towards the woman she claimed as hers. those instincts are dangerous for a girl like her to flirt with, but neither side desired to stop their flirtations. their want for it. that urge for it and how cellinia's teeth may find themselves in mai's neck properly. not to tear her apart, but to mark her forever as her own. to give her as temporary as the bite would be, that honor of being claimed as a proper mate for this she-wolf. a pretty little goddess, solely belonging to her. it tickles her instincts too much.
but never mind that, she might even tell her more about her past. she may even answer questions if mai did desire to ask something, to ask about anything pertaining to her and her mysteries. this mystery woman who would make any girl curious to know everything about her. she's curious about more things that need her attention. like picturing her lover in her clothes, one of her dress shirts slipped on mai just right and buttoned up halfway. a view of her bust and cellinia's eyes wandering along exposed skin before the urge to....no, she can wait.
for now. the kiss on her cheek drags her out of her imagination and mai commenting her favorite girl is someone that can anticipate her needs. like that's common sense, or maybe cellinia can admit she likes that. she would have to pay more attention to her lover then and her needs. a little note for later whenever she goes around similarly, from the backseat door and right to the driver's side again. her discarded jacket left to hang where it was at, close by to them.)
I'll have to remember that....
(the engine soon roars to life while cellinia checks her rearview camera, she's pulling out of there without much issue. even going a reasonable speed for now, best not to risk the country dirt roads. this car is still a nice one, luxury and fast. something that she likes for her more dangerous job. funny how she went from heiress to armed courier.
once the car is near the highway she did turn the music to a more reasonable level. likely under the assumption they'd still talk on the way there, while also letting them have some background noise whenever she finds it amusing herself. the windows being fogged up still slightly was only another part of their list of misdeeds for the day and mistakes. though, she did reach for a stick from the pocky box mai holds. look at that, she's avoiding her nicotine cravings for her lover already. even if cellinia did pull off smoking a little bit too well for her own good.)
Hope you still don't mind speed, bella signora.
(the car barely hits the highway whenever she starts to steadily gun it, the speedometer going from a leisure pace to an upwards of 85. their background music something pulsing, something fitting for the mood shift.
(a woman's voice sings out: slide, shake your bones out if you wanna ride. throw your head back, make you feel alive....)
oh, she definitely looks excited in those beautiful amber eyes of hers.)
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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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Date: 2025-03-11 12:11 am (UTC)Yet Cellinia has shown herself to be anything but insincere. Funny, how this big bad wolf doesn't bother hiding her intentions in flowery, meaningless words. Maybe that's what feels slightly suffocating to Mai, gripping her throat in a way that has her own heartbeat pounding loudly in her ears. Instead of immediately climbing off of Mai and cooly pulling her clothing back on, Cellinia runs her fingers soothingly over where they had once dug into her thigh, and the hand she had cradled Mai's head with now caresses her cheek. It's a prolonging of a touch, an affection, even after they calm down from being taken to the heights of pleasure. The world is still reduced to just the two of them in the way that they keep kissing slowly-- even now, as the sounds of life outside in the clearing slowly seep into the vehicle.
When her lover muses aloud, offering Mai a continuation of their little meeting, Mai shifts and sits up a bit, glancing at her discarded uniform before looking back at the lover awaiting her response. Oh-- maybe they're both starved for something more, aren't they? Something that words aren't fit to describe in this instance. Mai speaks up as she gives Cellinia's ears a playful petting.]
Oh? You want me to be your leftovers for later?
[There's a dry humor in her tone, her words flippant and slightly flirty despite the way she smoothes her expression, not wanting to betray the embarrassing swell of eagerness she feels at the idea.]
...I wanna take a shower. [Mai blurts it out after a pause. Perhaps it's her own way of agreeing to Cellinia's suggestion, without outright saying 'yes.'] You're not gonna drop me back off over there looking like this.
[No, there's no way Mai would let herself make the long walk back to her dorm with her hair disheveled, her face still sporting a pretty flush, and the scent of sex and sweat clinging fiercely to her skin. Someone was bound to see, especially once they've noticed that she was gone. To complicate things further, there wasn't anyone on the Kyoto campus, teacher or student, who would be fooled that Mai had exerted herself so greatly from jujutsu training alone. She's as unmotivated as they come, after all-- unless it involves something that actually captures her interest, though those are so few and far between. No one needs to know what manner of thrilling adventure has left her so messy and spent.
Moreover, she still needs time to figure how exactly she plans on concealing this afternoon romp under the veil of a secret.]
You've got a normal place, right? You're not the kind of wolf who lives in a cave or something?
[How funny, the way that Mai's little quip isn't so far a stretch, given the lonely atmosphere of Cellinia's living quarters. Mai has a plan-- to go and give that place of hers a look-see, determine if it'd be worth paying a proper visit at a later time. If they were still seeing each other, anyway. She feels safe enough, armed with her revolver-- and if Cellinia truly wanted to harm her, she's had far too many chances up until now.
At the very least, Mai can tidy herself up some, and maybe admire Cellinia's handiwork in an actual mirror.]
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Date: 2025-03-11 01:20 am (UTC)(another kiss, the slight flirty tone of her own voice is there whenever she shifts back enough for her lover to sit up. there wasn't anything forceful to it. if her lover wished to be touched more and fed all the things they both were starved of more, then that's not something she minds. not in how she's slow about it, near mindful again. she won't call her out for any eagerness, cellinia never would have. she can pretend they both weren't eager to be somewhere that wasn't her car. her car, which very much carries the scent of sweat and sex between them the same way they did. in a way....it's also adding to that idea. that it's only them. that none of it matters beyond the way they touch one another and chase after that feeling. this feeling that cellinia hasn't felt in so long; that affection and poison behind it touching her deep.
deep enough that she goes against being "reasonable" once again, offering her to see her space. even with the lonely atmosphere, cellinia did have a nice little apartment. some would consider it a downgrade from the manor she once lived in before she burned it to the ground, others would find it more suitable for a girl like her. her living space isn't something extravagant, but something just right in its charm. something lived in while holding minimal decorations. almost like, it's owner refrains aside from what pictures of coworkers that she has.
and what posters they forced on her with the intention of not allowing her to always have it so depressingly lonely. pity that didn't do much to help, but mai didn't need to know that. for a lone wolf? it'd never lose that feeling of loneliness. that feeling of someone who was exiled from the fold, even if the choice was her own to do as she must. besides, she did want to let her lover have a better view of the bruises that she left on cellinia's neck. maybe the opportunity for mai to decorate her body further if she desired that while they're there, alone in a quiet wolf's own abode.
that sounded better than a return to their lives, the idea of that gnawing at the back of cellinia's mind. not because she didn't want to see more of her lover, but more because she doesn't always do this. not with keeping someone this close to her. this big bad wolf has difficulties with letting anyone close, close enough to touch her the way that mai is whenever cellinia relaxes into her playful brushes of her ears. amber eyes closing thoughtfully at the remark of a shower, she can take that to mean mai wanted to see it.
hearing an outright "yes" would have been a bigger surprise by what she's gathered of this girl.)
Not really. It's normal.
(a typical one in appearance. nothing that would stand out like the way it's owner tried to be in how cellinia often portrays herself. they'll figure out how to cover up their afternoon spent indulging in something not part of their usual lives. cellinia might not even cover the marks. she wouldn't get too many questions, her ice queen demeanor meant that they knew better.
though cellinia isn't thinking about it, not about how they struggled to speak with her because of it. not about her having to say that they were fine to do it, either. what's on her mind is taking mai back with her with one last (it wouldn't be the last) kiss before reluctantly untangling their limbs. it's evident that she likes that warm feeling, but she knows getting distracted by it now also won't get them a fresh shower and cleaned up as they needed to be.)
Besides, caves are a pain to stay in.
(now that sounds like a story, but not one she would talk about right now. work related stories can be another time.)
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Date: 2025-03-11 06:56 am (UTC)The way Mai doesn't answer that remark directly can be an answer all its own. She's gotten what she wants so far today-- how much more can she indulge in until she's full to bursting? She might not learn her lesson in temperance today (or at all), but... should she really count on a she-wolf to lead the way in reining in their mutual desires?
Now, that is an unreasonable train of thought.
It's far more reasonable to take up Cellinia's invitation, see for herself what kind of place a woman like her calls 'home.' She tries to imagine it, just a little, as she enjoys that not-so-final kiss and hums softly while her wolf puts more space between them. Mai will miss that warmth, too, but it's beginning to feel a bit cramped in the back seat, and her limbs are begging to be stretched out. Might be nicer if their next time is on that bed Cellinia had hinted at in the very beginning of their suggestive talks-- but that's getting a little carried away, isn't it? Mai is just going over to take that shower... Though when her eyes rake over her lover's beautiful body in the dim light filtering through the tinted windows, she decides that she might just leave a couple (dozen) more blooms upon her skin before she makes Cellinia drive her back to the campus grounds.
She is still looking very much like a wolf, after all, and not like the well-bitten leopard Mai desires to leave her as by the time they say their goodbyes.]
I was joking about the cave thing, you know. [Half-joking, by the sarcastic little smile she wears as she collects her uniform skirt and panties from the floor.] But, glad to know you're at least domesticated enough to have a normal place to bring girls back to.
[Her teasing has a bit of that old bite to it, but the glimmer in her eyes makes it clear that she's rather looking forward to the second leg of this adventure. It's an absolutely welcomed alternative to going back to whatever the day had in store for them before their little transaction. Moreover, it's not as if Mai has the luxury of having a private space to invite her lover to. Neither the campus dorms nor the Zen'in estate would be so welcoming to such an unusual character-- shocking, as Cellinia would probably be one of the more sensible people on the premises.
Besides, Mai would refuse most people who knew her the chance (or privilege, as some might consider it) to visit her 'hallowed' family home. Her kinsmen turn their nose up at anyone not bearing their prestigious surname as it is, and regard non-sorcerers with enough contempt that it's almost nauseating for anyone looking in from the outside. The deeper reason, though, is simply because Mai couldn't bear anyone meaningful to her witnessing the way her family treats her. Away from their influence, she can be as proud as she wants-- a little queen hiding her inferiority complex beneath a crown forged from a bit of arrogance and an overinflated ego. But in their crushing presence, Mai is reduced to the pathetic child she has always been, worthless and reviled. They make sure she knows it, and they'll no doubt make sure that anyone who finds themselves getting close to the Zen'in failure knows it, too.
Mai utterly refuses to let her schoolfriends see that abysmal truth, and she'll refuse Cellinia the same opportunity. Not when she looks at her like she's something special, worthwhile. She wants to clutch onto that illusion as tightly as she can, for as long as she can, until it inevitably crumbles. It always does, but not while she can help it.
A silence befalls them while Mai gets dressed, save for the music playing on the speakers. The fabric of her clothing feels uncomfortably sticky as she pulls it over her damp skin, and she mulls over throwing her clothes in the wash (Cellinia has to have modern amenities in her apartment, too, right?). That would add more time spent there, of course, but they could probably figure out some way to busy themselves. Mai leans over to retrieve the top of her uniform from the front seat, and snatches up Cellinia's clothes too while she's there. She sets the pile atop her lover's lap before making herself look wholly presentable once more. After running her fingers through her hair in an effort to tame the dark messy locks, Mai shoots Cellinia a self-satisfied look.]
If this place of yours is decent enough, maybe I'll stay for a while.
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Date: 2025-03-11 10:01 am (UTC)or if cellinia would find herself dragged into her shower, clothed or not. the two of them there, mai likely leaving more of those lovely bruises she bloomed across her neck and collar. that stare was noticed by cellinia, anyway. how she looks over her lover's body like she has thoughts of her own good. she says nothing on it, not right now. the wolf does however, take the opportunity to stretch out for her watchful gaze at first before reaching to undo her ponytail the rest of the way. her hair is sticking to her which is a bit annoying, but long hair always has its own issues.
long hair which she took the chance to fix back up into that high ponytail after getting it unstuck from her body. the sweat had made her slightly sticky, not very surprising. whatever happens later, she'll be sure to indulge her lover more. to give her as much of her body as she desired. as she deserved while they're off alone in what would be considered a quiet paradise for the pair. nobody would interrupt, that and cellinia isn't the sort of girl to be too hasty. this attraction between them being fire hot aside, she's got every bit of those predatory instincts on display as necessary. in how she prowls and eyes her prey, or in this case....it would be her lover who she patiently would be pursuing for however long mai wanted to play cat and mouse. or wolf and rabbit. however long she desires to indulge it, or for more than that.
she was debating on what to say once mai drops her tank top, shorts, and panties in her lap. ah, right. she did murmur a "thank you" before reaching to get dressed next. unsurprisingly they're both going to be uncomfortable as the fabric of her tank top sticks to her skin. she won't bother with her jacket. cellinia rarely does unless she had to (mainly that depended on where she would be at) cover up for whatever reason.
the fabric rustles, the music carries on, and cellinia does start to think about what she'd do if her lover stays the night. behaving would be off the table, wouldn't it? the two of them likely can't always manage restraint. well. cellinia could, but there was only so much that could be done of her holding back. she might not be as merciful the next time her patience is that destroyed, or would this wolf be? this wolf who shows tender mercies and cravings for whatever this feeling is going between herself and her goddess? that's the struggle of it.
a mighty struggle, but a struggle nonetheless. she reaches to zip up her shorts and button them back up, her minds going over a mental checklist (or two) about when they get to her apartment. she'll need to figure out dinner. there's likely something she can scrounge up, though that's a future thought for if mai did stay over. she'd want to give her a proper "date" by ordering something she's in the mood for. maybe even putting on some manner of movie while they're eating.
....second thought, that also sounds unreasonable. to think about watching a movie. they might not even make it through said movie, without that urge being there for touch. for their lover's lips while they sit together on her sofa.)
True. It wouldn't do any good if I was too wild, now would it? (their back and forth aside, she's mulling it over again. what mai said about staying for a while.) Should be comfortable, I got a washer and dryer in mine.
(which spares part of the issue, but that also leaves needing to address mai's lack of other clothing. hmm. cellinia did have clothing to spare, mai could be covered in her scent more depending on which she borrows. she has sweaters, dress shirts, hoodies, and other things her lover can use. if she weren't minding the wolf is more on the masculine side than the feminine in her mannerisms and demeanor.)
I'll dig up something from my closet if you wanted to shower first and wash up your uniform.
(look at that, she's quick on the uptake too in general.)
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Date: 2025-03-12 09:24 am (UTC)Well, they can figure out what kind of mischief they'll get into after that shower is out of the way. Mai's pretty wolf will join her, of course-- there's not even a question of it in her mind. Cellinia looks a proper mess, after all, sticky from their efforts and bathed in the hair she spills before she ties it back up again. She moves like she knows Mai is watching-- no, like she doesn't mind that she's being watched. Curious little wolf she is, especially in the way that she doesn't bat an eye at the violet bruises displayed so boldly, courtesy of her tank top. Does she want to show them off? Mai almost feels a pang of jealousy, acutely aware that her own lovely marks are now buried beneath her uniform. It certainly feeds the secret aspect to all of this, as well as the swell of pride that she will acknowledge-- fine. Mai can just direct her bitterness at the classmates from whom she wanted to conceal her own collection of bites in the first place. Better that, than assume responsibility for her own clear instructions, right?
Her mind is somewhere different, her thoughts a touch less civilized than the respectable musings of her lover, who ponders over ways she can turn this outing into something more akin to a date than... whatever it currently is. Yet, as it is, they'll likely reach the same conclusion-- that they'll cave in, once more, to the attraction still burning white hot between them.]
Yeah, you'd definitely scare off the wrong person if you were too wild.
[Such a suggestive remark, one that intimates a veiled interest to peek beneath this wolf's merciful tenderness just a little. Mai has a terrible habit of trying one's patience, a fact that Cellinia has no doubt grown wiser to, following her little stunt on the ride here. And Mai enjoyed it far too much at the time, another fact that her lover is well aware of. It seems that this little red riding hood has gotten a bit more bold, hasn't she? If neither those sharp teeth nor sharper eyes have frightened her off yet, what will?
Perhaps a lair full of bones, picked clean, would strike a proper fear in this cocky girl. Trophies of conquests, concrete proof that her comely lover is still a beast at her core, and Mai is her unmistakable prey. Yet something about that little fantasy feels... off, even if it's only because Mai would likely trash those remnants and ensure that she's the only trophy worth displaying from then on. Ah, well. Her imagination is getting the better of her-- Cellinia did say that her place was 'normal,' and she's not yet lied to Mai. Perhaps the girl is still trying to wrap her mind around what normal is to a wolf, and why she would adopt such a life to begin with.
Oh, but that-- that's beginning to venture into personal territory, isn't it? Wanting to know more, wanting to understand someone else a little better. The waters are already muddied, though, after they've enjoyed each other's bodies the way that they did. Not to mention the pretty promises they had exchanged-- but no, prying into Cellinia's past feels like crossing a line, to Mai. She'll have no qualms about poking around what the woman lays out plainly for her to see once they get to her place, though.]
Well, what do you know-- that's exactly what I wanna do.
[It pleases her, that Cellinia offers before Mai even has to ask. And she's interested in seeing her lover in her clothes, is she? Mai almost wonders aloud how long that will last, but she'll spare them both the salacious thought and simply lean over to press a chaste kiss to Cellinia's cheek.]
My favorite kind of girl is one who can anticipate my needs.
[And she'll leave it at that, before returning to the passenger's seat the correct way, this time-- exiting from the backseat door and stretching her arms high over her head. The breeze is heavenly on her skin, and she'll bask in the sensation for a moment before sliding back into her assigned spot in the front seat. She notes with a snicker that the windows are still slightly fogged up, the last remnants of their little adventure here in the countryside. And what an entertaining one it was, Mai concludes, as she takes the box of pocky in her hands and idly nibbles at a stick or two while she waits for Cellinia to join her.]
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Date: 2025-03-12 03:53 pm (UTC)the more that she makes her moves, just like now in how she stares. how she hears her remark about scaring off the wrong person were she to go too wild. unfortunately for them, she knows. she has a guess that mai would want her to herself, those pretty teeth marking her as something to possess. something to claim solely as hers in the throes of passion. of sex and desire. because that's another thing, her possessive streak. she's good at not displaying it, better at maintaining her calm through it. the problem is more that if she did feel someone was a little too close for comfort that cellinia would bare those lovely teeth. she'd bare them and desire to teach them a lesson to stay away from what's hers.
she doesn't like it one bit, which is why she'd happily indulge her lover in wearing those bruises. the sploches of spots along her fair skin, without being fazed. there is no room for shame in a wild animal, this decorum she even gives is the furthest that she allows. otherwise if she hadn't allowed that, they would have both been covered in more visible marks of teeth and bruises. who would have thought the woman that lost everything would desire to decorate her lover prominently? she didn't need to say anything more on it, and yet....)
Isn't that the appeal? The risk, that urge for me to bite down until you're so covered in marks that nobody would be able to touch you because you're mine if I get too wild?
(mating bites. she hasn't told her about it, but it is what she alludes to. the she-wolf wants to leave her one, somewhere nice and pretty. somewhere that spoke a clear message for those stupid enough to reach a hand towards the woman she claimed as hers. those instincts are dangerous for a girl like her to flirt with, but neither side desired to stop their flirtations. their want for it. that urge for it and how cellinia's teeth may find themselves in mai's neck properly. not to tear her apart, but to mark her forever as her own. to give her as temporary as the bite would be, that honor of being claimed as a proper mate for this she-wolf. a pretty little goddess, solely belonging to her. it tickles her instincts too much.
but never mind that, she might even tell her more about her past. she may even answer questions if mai did desire to ask something, to ask about anything pertaining to her and her mysteries. this mystery woman who would make any girl curious to know everything about her. she's curious about more things that need her attention. like picturing her lover in her clothes, one of her dress shirts slipped on mai just right and buttoned up halfway. a view of her bust and cellinia's eyes wandering along exposed skin before the urge to....no, she can wait.
for now. the kiss on her cheek drags her out of her imagination and mai commenting her favorite girl is someone that can anticipate her needs. like that's common sense, or maybe cellinia can admit she likes that. she would have to pay more attention to her lover then and her needs. a little note for later whenever she goes around similarly, from the backseat door and right to the driver's side again. her discarded jacket left to hang where it was at, close by to them.)
I'll have to remember that....
(the engine soon roars to life while cellinia checks her rearview camera, she's pulling out of there without much issue. even going a reasonable speed for now, best not to risk the country dirt roads. this car is still a nice one, luxury and fast. something that she likes for her more dangerous job. funny how she went from heiress to armed courier.
once the car is near the highway she did turn the music to a more reasonable level. likely under the assumption they'd still talk on the way there, while also letting them have some background noise whenever she finds it amusing herself. the windows being fogged up still slightly was only another part of their list of misdeeds for the day and mistakes. though, she did reach for a stick from the pocky box mai holds. look at that, she's avoiding her nicotine cravings for her lover already. even if cellinia did pull off smoking a little bit too well for her own good.)
Hope you still don't mind speed, bella signora.
(the car barely hits the highway whenever she starts to steadily gun it, the speedometer going from a leisure pace to an upwards of 85. their background music something pulsing, something fitting for the mood shift.
(a woman's voice sings out: slide, shake your bones out if you wanna ride. throw your head back, make you feel alive....)
oh, she definitely looks excited in those beautiful amber eyes of hers.)
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