dreampost: even more after dark edition

[wotanon]

[ shit's going to be sexy in here.

please list what you're open or not open to somewhere in your toplevel pls and thank ]

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Re: sorry i'm just ollying into half of these in confused anxiety dream logic

[nihilmancy]

Of course, dear. I called you here.

[Crooking her finger, and suddenly there's a pulse of power, a wave of attraction and magnetism and lust, making Sekhmet seem impossibly desirable. A promise of ecstasy and pleasure in her half lidded eyes. And with it is a deep feeling of affection too, an unshakeable knowledge that Sekhmet loves and adores her and needs her now.]

[softlyfalling]

[ her feet move without her thinking about it, and she trots over like a kept animal to the slaughter to the bedside, to climb onto the bed also, albeit a little unsure as to where she should place herself.

sorry your girlfriend's bad at sexy roleplay, sekhmet, ]

Um—what do you need from me...

[nihilmancy]

Oh bold adventurer, I have been restless in the land of the dead. And I see before me such a delicious mortal, flush with life. I long for the touch of the living. Will you not give me your love, and your blood, and your sex, just for a while?

[She sits up, her tattooed body clearly visible behind the loose wrappings. Despite all of that about being dead, her breasts are moving a little with each breath.]

[softlyfalling]

[ that's really—

...really a little silly, if she thinks about it too hard, but it seems like she's having fun, so shouldn't she play along? ]

Um, well—I feel compelled to be at your service. I can't, ah, deny a lady in need, after all?

[ also somewhere in here she seems to have become dressed in basically the Indiana Jones look. ]

[nihilmancy]

[What even is real

she seems very much partially aware this time though that it is not, and she is having fun, and as it turns out, in her country gothic horror has this sort of The Mummy theme, but less blaspheming good dog gods.]

Have some wine with me? It replenishes eternal, and they buried me with the finest vintages, as befits my status as a princess.

[She gestures to the corked jugs on the table, and fine faience cups.]

[softlyfalling]

Oh, that's really very handy...

...you're a princess? Your highness, my apologies, then.

[nihilmancy]

Pour me a cup. And kneel before me, to honor my station.

[softlyfalling]

Ah, um—all right—

[ it quickly becomes apparent that she is

zero percent graceful at this kind of task and in trying to make it look good in imitation of persephone manages to spill an amount of wine on the table, but

well. she got it eventually. listen, she was trained in the womanly arts of battle, not decorum.

still, she holds the cup aloft and drops to one knee before sekhmet. ]

[nihilmancy]

[She giggles at Shrike's clumsiness and seizes upon an idea. She rests her toes- perfumed, rubbed with scented oils- against Shrike's lips. Just about everything is visible through the loose linen, her skin with a healthy, and decidedly not-dead glow, and tattoos shining faintly between coils of fabric. When she moves her leg Shrike can easily get a glimpse of Sekhmet's vulva, puffy with arousal.]

Open. I will reward your devotion.

[softlyfalling]

[ oh. well then. some part of her brain dimly registers that this is in fact not an anxiety dream of being woefully unprepared for confusing situations and a rather different kind of dream.

she parts her lips slightly, and kisses sekhmet's big toe, sliding her hand up her calf just a little. ]

[nihilmancy]

[Sekhmet pours the wine down her leg, and since it is a dream, most of it manages to make its way into Shrike's mouth, though some spills onto her cheeks and collar. She smiles wry and amused, a little disinterested, not betraying the frantic excitement pounding in her chest.]

Good girl.

[softlyfalling]

[ it's sweet-sour and rich on her tongue, and she swallows it down. but—well, she knows when she's being teased, but it would be a little bit bad of her to forget that other people like a bit of that too.

seizing on impulse, she traces her lips up the trail of wine on Sekhmet's leg, and rises from kneeling to climb onto the bed over her. ]

Good service is knowing what your liege wants before they have to ask for it, right?

[nihilmancy]

[Sekhmet laughs softly at Shrike's initiative, looking up at her with feigned coolness that is only possible with her current charm powers because otherwise she would be a lot more blushy and flustery at this-]

Quite so! And your liege would like to have a drink in turn.

[softlyfalling]

Of wine, or of... something else.

[nihilmancy]

[She merely smirks, and with unnatural strength, tears Shrikes shirt open far enough to expose most of her chest.]

Something else.

[softlyfalling]

[ —oh.

she recoils back a little bit, and to the side, which only ends in her running up against the wall behind the bed, prone, remembering the mention of "blood." ]

You want to drink—me.

[nihilmancy]

[She laughs, crawling forward on the bed and shrugging off a layer of wrappings, leaving herself mostly bare. She runs a finger down Shrike's throat, across her collarbone, and down the swell of a breast, letting her nail scrape against sensitive skin.]

Of course, darling. Don't worry, I'll leave you nice and healthy. It's that life that I want to savor in the first place, so I shan't waste it. You smell so good, my lovely. I need a taste.

[softlyfalling]

[ she shivers, and a low whine escapes her throat; she's so transfixed that she can't even think of moving. she's not sure she could if she tried.

and that's hot. ]

I mean, I—I really probably don't taste that good...

[nihilmancy]

I'll judge that for myself, love.

[She straddles Shrike's lap, and rips her shirt further to expose her chest. She takes a long, admiring look, letting Shrike see her unabashed lustful, possessive gaze toward her body before leaning in to bite the curve of a breast, sinking her fangs into a soft ivory skin. Her hands hold her torso steady, firm and soft and strong on her waist and back. This is her beautiful thing and she has claimed it.

And she drinks, letting out a pleased "mm" at the rich but subtle taste that fills her mouth.]

[softlyfalling]

Ah—!

[ the sharp, warm sensation makes her cry out, and leads her back to arch; it hurts, but in a way that floods her system with adrenaline and feels—good, if not nice. ]

[nihilmancy]

[She laps at Shrike's breast, entranced in the activity of feeding on her. It's a dream, and so she takes more and drinks longer than she otherwise would, with no harm coming to her meal. Finally, she licks the wound closed.]

Mm, such a tasty morsel you are, darling. There's no way I can let you go now.

[softlyfalling]

[ listen some of us lowkey want to get sexily murdered around here, consider,

involuntarily, she makes a noise like she's a little disappointed. ]

But, ah. What will you do with me...

[nihilmancy]

Hm? It seems like my brutality arouses you. My, you're a bit of a strange one, aren't you? I was hoping you would grow used to it, though I see that I do not have to train you very much at all. How wonderful! I'm going to have fun with you.

[Oh right. Dimly, Sekhmet remembers, after all of this being careful and deliberate and considerate of Shrike's feelings since getting back together with her, that she likes to be thoroughly dominated and treated roughly. After all, she liked having her blood sucked so much. And Sekhmet, for her part is more than pleased to oblige.

Sekhmet tears off the rest of Shrike's top, reducing it to rags. Two of her fingers extrude sharp claws at the end, and she runs them down her firm abdomen, causing sharp stinging pain and making shallow bleeding cuts. Taking a moment to admire her handiwork, she leans in, and licks up the wounds, closing them a little but not removing the pain entirely. She takes Shrike's other breast and firmly kneads it, as she tilts her chin back with clawed fingers and bites this time into her soft throat, biting harder and drinking more deeply and letting the blood run sloppily down her chin and own throat, as she alternates massaging her breast, and rough tweaks of her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

A monstrous and wild lust is rising up in her, and she remembers now how much she loved doing this with Shrike, roughness and all. She hopes someday she can get Shrike to do things like this to her.

Eventually though, she pulls away again, licking Shrike's wound closed, a devilish grin on her bloody lips.]

I wonder what I will do with you? Shall I just send you back out into the world of humans again with rich treasures and the memories of passion? Or would you prefer something else?

[softlyfalling]

[ by the end of all that, she's panting, gasping for breath, hands curled into the bedding—times like this, it's so much easier to just focus on what's right in front of her, to just feel things rather than trying to think twenty steps ahead of disaster.

she can feel herself become slick with every touch and scrape and pinch and bite and... fuck, she's really into this.

she grasps at what remains of the linen wrappings. ]

Not yet. Eventually, but—let me stay a little longer, please.

[nihilmancy]

Maybe, if you're good and obedient.

[She grabs Shrike's chin and kisses her hard, tasting of blood but also something sweet and intoxicating and indefinable, scraping nails, but not claws down Shrike's back and letting her sharp teeth brush against her lower lip- before moving away.]

Strip the rest of the way for me.