[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.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.
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?
[ 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.
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[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.]
[ 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. ]
[Sekhmet laughs, and clasps Shrikes hand, and gives her hand a soft, surprisingly gentle and deeply affectionate kiss- even as her other hand swipes Shrike's thigh painfully with a rake of her claws, this time drawing more blood.]
Please what? Don't stop, by the way, no matter what I do.
But, ah, of course you are not allowed to climax until I allow it, either. I will be very cross if you do. It has not been long, but with a pervert like you, who knows?
[She kneels down and leans in, sucking the blood from the narrow gashes, her face so close to Shrike's busy hand and her sex. She licks the gashes closed one by one, taking her time with her warm tongue playing on her muscular thigh, and kisses the pale skin.
She takes Shrike's hand away from where she had been pleasuring herself, and sticks her fingers in her mouth one by one, licking off the slickness.]
[ Her back arches from the rush of sensation—first pain, then gentle tongue against skin. ]
Hn, I'm... really strange, aren't I.
[ she knows. she knows a lot of her tastes aren't normal, and there's a hot flush of something like shame that courses through her, but it doesn't cool down her arousal at all, and she shivers when Sekhmet snatches her hand to lick the wet from her fingers. ]
[She places another kiss on Shrike's thigh, and begins moving her fingers over and into her lover's slick folds, rubbing tight circles onto her clit with her thumb, delighted by Shrike's pleasure, by how intense her desire for Sekhmet is. Meanwhile she reaches up and scrapes Shrikes breasts and abdomen with her nails, much more softly this time- she wants it to be an accent, rather than drowning out the other sensations.]
[ She melts back into the linens, hands blindly reaching out for Sekhmet's shoulders to touch, to hold, and gasps every time Sekhmet's fingers slide inside her, back arching with every scrape of her nails. ]
[She inserts a couple of fingers into Shrike, already knowing her most sensitive spots and finding them with ease, putting the right amount of pressure to start to bring her close, but no further, even as she bites into her other thigh, beginning to drink again with a pinprick of pleasure-pain.]
[ she's wound up, tensed like a coiled spring, and moans breathily, trying to hold onto anything that she can get purchase on. the sheets, Sekhmet's hair, anything. she really has to—she has to find some way to calm down, but the sharp prick of teeth at her thigh is the kind of thing that could easily send her over the edge, if she's not careful.
she grits her teeth, her breaths coming in shuddering gasps, barely able to form words. ]
[And it is nice, Shrike's hand in her hair, her moans and gasps, engulfed in passion. Gods, she's so beautiful.
Sekhmet withdraws, wiping the blood from her lips, and pulls her hand away with an amused laugh. Yes, it has to be this way. It only adds to the fun, right?]
Now, now, my sweet. The princess always gets satisfied first.
[She lies back on the bed, against the pillow, spreading her legs. She's slick, obviously aroused, and spreads her lips obscenely, to urge her on. She flashes a smirk, cocky and completely self-assured.]
My handmaiden, I order you to pleasure me. Be a good girl and I'll let you stay with me, in my realm. I might even let you get off.
[ she makes a soft sort of whine in the back of her throat when Sekhmet stops, but what follows gets her attention. she levers herself more upright, her arms wobbly, and crawls toward Sekhmet on her hands and knees. ]
I'm at your disposal.
[ hesitantly, she slides her hands up Sekhmet's thighs and the smooth skin there—lowering herself down first to run her forefinger up across the folds between Sekhmet's legs and then to follow it with her tongue—tracing a path upwards to circle around her clit with the tip. ]
[She reaches down to stroke Shrike's cheek as she pleasures her, her breathing getting deeper and heavier, hitching a bit as Shrike's tongue reaches her clit. Gods, but it feels good, and it gives her a thrill to see her so devoted and focused on Sekhmet's pleasure. Once again, she's keenly aware that she loves this woman, and her smile becomes soft and tender for a moment, before twisting into a smirk again.]
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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.
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and that's hot. ]
I mean, I—I really probably don't taste that good...
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[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.]
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[ 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. ]
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Mm, such a tasty morsel you are, darling. There's no way I can let you go now.
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involuntarily, she makes a noise like she's a little disappointed. ]
But, ah. What will you do with me...
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[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?
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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.
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[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.
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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. ]
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Touch yourself. I want to watch.
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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. ]
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Show me how you desire me.
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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...
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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.]
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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...
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Please what? Don't stop, by the way, no matter what I do.
But, ah, of course you are not allowed to climax until I allow it, either. I will be very cross if you do. It has not been long, but with a pervert like you, who knows?
[She kneels down and leans in, sucking the blood from the narrow gashes, her face so close to Shrike's busy hand and her sex. She licks the gashes closed one by one, taking her time with her warm tongue playing on her muscular thigh, and kisses the pale skin.
She takes Shrike's hand away from where she had been pleasuring herself, and sticks her fingers in her mouth one by one, licking off the slickness.]
Almost as nice as the blood, I shall say.
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[ Her back arches from the rush of sensation—first pain, then gentle tongue against skin. ]
Hn, I'm... really strange, aren't I.
[ she knows. she knows a lot of her tastes aren't normal, and there's a hot flush of something like shame that courses through her, but it doesn't cool down her arousal at all, and she shivers when Sekhmet snatches her hand to lick the wet from her fingers. ]
You said—you said I shouldn't stop, but—
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Mm, very well. I shall touch you.
[She places another kiss on Shrike's thigh, and begins moving her fingers over and into her lover's slick folds, rubbing tight circles onto her clit with her thumb, delighted by Shrike's pleasure, by how intense her desire for Sekhmet is. Meanwhile she reaches up and scrapes Shrikes breasts and abdomen with her nails, much more softly this time- she wants it to be an accent, rather than drowning out the other sensations.]
Does this please you, beautiful wanderer?
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[ She melts back into the linens, hands blindly reaching out for Sekhmet's shoulders to touch, to hold, and gasps every time Sekhmet's fingers slide inside her, back arching with every scrape of her nails. ]
Hah, ah—yes—
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Mm...
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she grits her teeth, her breaths coming in shuddering gasps, barely able to form words. ]
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Sekhmet withdraws, wiping the blood from her lips, and pulls her hand away with an amused laugh. Yes, it has to be this way. It only adds to the fun, right?]
Now, now, my sweet. The princess always gets satisfied first.
[She lies back on the bed, against the pillow, spreading her legs. She's slick, obviously aroused, and spreads her lips obscenely, to urge her on. She flashes a smirk, cocky and completely self-assured.]
My handmaiden, I order you to pleasure me. Be a good girl and I'll let you stay with me, in my realm. I might even let you get off.
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I'm at your disposal.
[ hesitantly, she slides her hands up Sekhmet's thighs and the smooth skin there—lowering herself down first to run her forefinger up across the folds between Sekhmet's legs and then to follow it with her tongue—tracing a path upwards to circle around her clit with the tip. ]
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Good girl.
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