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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[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.

[softlyfalling]

[ she heaves a breathless sigh, kicks off her boots and fumbles for her belt with a speed that surprises even herself. ]

Anything you want.

[ she's a little shaky, she finds; in shimmying out of her trousers, she has to steady herself to one side and then the other. ]

[nihilmancy]

[She sits amused at Shrike's haste and eagerness to obey.]

Touch yourself. I want to watch.

[softlyfalling]

[ It's not that it's—shameful, exactly, that makes her flush even deeper, but she's not really sure she's that much of a performer. She always wants to do well at what she's asked to do, but— ]

Of... of course.

[ She can't say no to that gaze. She trails a hand downward starting from her own collarbone over the path of the now vanished scratches and cuts, remembering the rawness of that sensation. Her teeth scrape lightly over her bottom lip, eyes fluttering half-closed, legs stretching out across the bed. ]

[nihilmancy]

[She hums a pleased "mm," and removes the rest of her bandages as she settles in to watch Shrike. She narrows her eyes, and emits another pulse of power, raw aching lust that soaks into her body- encouragement, or reward, or teasing.]

Show me how you desire me.

[softlyfalling]

[ She shudders bodily, closes her eyes, and lets her opposite hand drift to her breast—nails digging lightly in to the sensitive skin—as her right hand skates down over her abdomen and between her legs.

There's a sharp intake of breath as her fingers graze over her own folds, really feeling the slickness of how turned on she is. The feeling aches for relief, and with her moistened fingers she starts rubbing slow circles against her clit, her toes curling from anticipation. ]

Mmm...

[nihilmancy]

[Sekhmet watches her intently, growing steadily more wet herself as she watches her lover please herself. Roleplay or no, Shrike dutifully following her orders, of deriving so much pleasure from it is an immense turn-on. After about a minute, it's too much, and she decides that she wants to do some touching as well.]

Don't stop.

[She gives a rough twist to Shrike's nipple, then lightly scrapes a line just below it with a claw, enough to cause just a trickle of blood to drip down her abdomen.]

You're so beautiful. I love watching you.

[She's venturing close to leaving her character there, but it need to be said. How she adores her shy, awkward lover, touching herself for her.]

[softlyfalling]

[ A gasp at that, and her eyes open wide, lips parted in surprise. Her face flushes an even deeper color, and whines quietly between short, labored breaths. Between her legs, her fingers press firmer, faster, and occasionally she shifts a little to let them dip down to tease at her entrance.

Her other hand hovers in the air—she wants to reach out and touch Sekhmet, or for Sekhmet to touch her more, but it doesn't feel like her right. Like she should have permission. ]

—please, please, ah...