[As if giving in to a far more dramatic and desperate plea, Kiritsubo invites the statue into her embrace without a trace of shame. Her spine arches into the cup of stony hand on a modest breast, her fingers trail brazenly up the marble lover’s back, painted nails leaving no red marks on pale stone until they reach the back of its head, caressing it into the perfect angle for a long, deep kiss.
One heel even pops up off the ground, just like in one of those human romcoms. It was a pretty good kisser for an inanimate (usually) object. But as much as she enjoyed pleasure… Kiritsubo had certain standards and preferences. One of those was that she preferred actual lovers to toys, and this, no matter the shape…
This was just a toy. Not even one that belonged to her, or that she controlled. So regardless of whether she has an audience or not, she sighs obligingly into the kiss, uses her hands to gently encourage the statue to turn its head just so. Lips part as if to offer it more, inviting it even deeper, warm tongue slipping over cold stone, before-
Her fingers tighten and jerk, relying on youkai strength and a keen eye for weakness to suddenly crack the statue’s head along a jagged line in one clean, decapitating twist.]
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[As if giving in to a far more dramatic and desperate plea, Kiritsubo invites the statue into her embrace without a trace of shame. Her spine arches into the cup of stony hand on a modest breast, her fingers trail brazenly up the marble lover’s back, painted nails leaving no red marks on pale stone until they reach the back of its head, caressing it into the perfect angle for a long, deep kiss.
One heel even pops up off the ground, just like in one of those human romcoms. It was a pretty good kisser for an inanimate (usually) object. But as much as she enjoyed pleasure… Kiritsubo had certain standards and preferences. One of those was that she preferred actual lovers to toys, and this, no matter the shape…
This was just a toy. Not even one that belonged to her, or that she controlled. So regardless of whether she has an audience or not, she sighs obligingly into the kiss, uses her hands to gently encourage the statue to turn its head just so. Lips part as if to offer it more, inviting it even deeper, warm tongue slipping over cold stone, before-
Her fingers tighten and jerk, relying on youkai strength and a keen eye for weakness to suddenly crack the statue’s head along a jagged line in one clean, decapitating twist.]