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]

[ 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...

[nihilmancy]

[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.]

Almost as nice as the blood, I shall say.

[softlyfalling]

Aah—nnnnn...

[ 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—

[nihilmancy]

It is a strange that I very much like.

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?

[softlyfalling]

Aah... hh...

[ 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—

[nihilmancy]

[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.]

Mm...

[softlyfalling]

[ 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. ]

[nihilmancy]

[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.

[softlyfalling]

[ 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. ]

[nihilmancy]

[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.]

Good girl.

[softlyfalling]

[ she makes a slight hum at the praise—it's almost as good as being touched herself—and presses in harder with her tongue, in faster motions, meanwhile reaching in to tease at sekhmet's slit with her forefinger. ]

[nihilmancy]

[Sekhmet sighs softly, edging into a whine. It feels so much better when she can feel the intensity of her beloved's adoration and reverence for her body, for her very person.

Observing how this talk is urging her on, Sekhmet continues.]

I have decided, then. I shall take you to the realms beyond, and you shall be my champion and my concubine. You shall do this before all of my subjects, kneeling at my throne, in my most hallowed court even as I pass judgement on the dead.

[softlyfalling]

[ whew that's—intense, but it's... roleplaying, right. roleplaying. and that's a good reaction—those soft noises, at odds with the harsh, commanding character Sekhmet's playing.

...which is cute, actually.

her middle finger joins her forefinger, and she eases them in, slipping them between the folds and inside with a gentle thrust, even as she keeps up the pressure on Sekhmet's clit. ]

[nihilmancy]

[More of that unintended softness slips through- a quiet whine as Shrike enters her, the gentle fondness with which she strokes her hair. She tenses up as the delicious sensations intensify, toes briefly curling on a pass of Shrike's tongue against her clit. She missed this.

Her other hand goes to her breast, massaging it insistently.]

And they shall see how I have mastered a fine warrior and a great beauty that she gives me such fawning service, and shall treat you as the most honored among them, for my favor is a powerful thing in the lands of spirits.

[softlyfalling]

[ she pulls back, though she keeps working with her fingers, building to harder and deeper thrusts, feeling for the places that give the best reactions—those gentle sounds—and moving her thumb to take the place of her tongue.

it’s sweet. It’s really sweet—she rises on her knees, reaching out to lay a hand against sekhmet’s cheek. ]

You know I don’t need any of those things from you. I don’t want status or favor or recognition or riches. Just, ah—

—just, your affection.

[nihilmancy]

[Sekhmet flushes, her ability to maintain this character and even her magic that maintains her ironclad confidence momentarily broken, whimpering as she bites her lip. Even in a dream Shrike has to be this sweet and sappy! But the gentle stroke of her own cheek, the smile, and those romantic words kindles a warmth in Sekhmet alongside the pleasure spreading through her body.]

Sh-Shrike, I'm trying to play a character!



...I feel the same way.

[softlyfalling]

Sssorry, I'm not very good at this, ahaha...

But maybe I just wanted to seduce you a little bit, too, Princess. Won't you run away with me?

[ and she leans down to kiss Sekhmet fervently, her fingers still keeping their rhythm between her legs and picking up the pace. ]

[nihilmancy]

[Sekhmet returns the kiss hungrily, tasting herself on Shrike's lips. She nibbles at her bottom lip with a moan as Shrike increases the pace with her fingers. She's beginning to twitch around her thrusts, her hips rocking back against Shrike.]

Nn, gods, I'd follow you anywhere. Consider me seduced.

[softlyfalling]

Even leaving your throne—even leaving your subjects—?

[ she trails her mouth down to Sekhmet's jaw, then trailing kisses down her neck and chest until her lips encircle Sekhmet's nipple. Her teeth scrape gently over the peak, and then her lips close over it again, with gentle suction, circling with her tongue. ]