[By happenstance they had ended up in this place of any within the resort… and by happenstance it had been the two of them, of every guest, that had met. At least, that is how most people would likely see it. Kiritsubo, though… she「sees」more than that. And right now, looped around their fingers…
The threads are dyeing red and growing tight.
Though some might struggle to guess where she was looking, her dark eyes more the full black of an animal than the easily-followed pupils of a human being, Kiritsubo’s eyes follow every movement her companion makes, just as sharp and quick to follow the nervous, needy energy driving him forward. He surges onto the mattress after her and she leans back on her hands just enough to tilt her head just so, baring the pale expanse of her throat, a hum rumbling deep within it as he takes in her scent- a mix of aromatic wood from burning incense, undertones of opium smoke, and dried, crushed osmanthus.
So he’s right. She does smell good, heady and inviting and warm. So is her tone, when she idly asks the air above them,]
Oh, do I…
[She knows she does, it’s only a sound. There is no tremble in her throat beneath the brief kiss of teeth, and as he makes his predatory pass around her body, one hand leaves the mattress to caress over his tail, pale fingertips and perfectly painted nails playing over the ridges and bumps on the reptilian appendage. Her own, a far fluffier and pale-furred thing, is temporarily trapped beneath the fall of her heavy robes, but it twitches and shifts the fabric as he passes over it…
And when he comes back around, she acquiesces the tiniest bit back, just a hint that she might be willing to do what his body language is urging, but first…]
What is coming next… ?
[They are not the same “species” of monster… but perhaps the casino powers cared little for such distinctions. Perhaps the scent of desire and rut are universal. Or… perhaps that didn’t even matter, when his desire to crowd her onto her back put their faces so close together that their breath intermingles and her lips brush against his when she whispers her challenge.]
And if it's what I think it is… Why would I ever even begin to think about saying “no”… ?
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The threads are dyeing red and growing tight.
Though some might struggle to guess where she was looking, her dark eyes more the full black of an animal than the easily-followed pupils of a human being, Kiritsubo’s eyes follow every movement her companion makes, just as sharp and quick to follow the nervous, needy energy driving him forward. He surges onto the mattress after her and she leans back on her hands just enough to tilt her head just so, baring the pale expanse of her throat, a hum rumbling deep within it as he takes in her scent- a mix of aromatic wood from burning incense, undertones of opium smoke, and dried, crushed osmanthus.
So he’s right. She does smell good, heady and inviting and warm. So is her tone, when she idly asks the air above them,]
Oh, do I…
[She knows she does, it’s only a sound. There is no tremble in her throat beneath the brief kiss of teeth, and as he makes his predatory pass around her body, one hand leaves the mattress to caress over his tail, pale fingertips and perfectly painted nails playing over the ridges and bumps on the reptilian appendage. Her own, a far fluffier and pale-furred thing, is temporarily trapped beneath the fall of her heavy robes, but it twitches and shifts the fabric as he passes over it…
And when he comes back around, she acquiesces the tiniest bit back, just a hint that she might be willing to do what his body language is urging, but first…]
What is coming next… ?
[They are not the same “species” of monster… but perhaps the casino powers cared little for such distinctions. Perhaps the scent of desire and rut are universal. Or… perhaps that didn’t even matter, when his desire to crowd her onto her back put their faces so close together that their breath intermingles and her lips brush against his when she whispers her challenge.]
And if it's what I think it is… Why would I ever even begin to think about saying “no”… ?