[ damn... this sweet-talk is really turning her on even more. girls simply don't threaten her with legendary deaths as much as they used to, or maybe they barely or never did. and maybe doctor prudently miraculously avoids putting too many murderous women together in squads, even though there are a lot, so they barely have an opportunity to get along like a house on fire. maybe she does want to beg for it, just maybe.
and the whole kidnapping play is just icing on top. her dress is rather long so if she can feel wetness crawl down her thigh she'll keep it a little secret a little longer until whenever clothes might have to be shed. sinking teeth and claws in someone is a favorite game but maybe she totally handicapped herself by promising to be a willing partner. trying to play nice and offer some grace rather than pounce on prey, however she might like to.
as a playmate w is making her mentally recalibrate by the second. she finds a spare champagne room; the music of the casino muffles behind the heavy door as she enters, still allowing for w to capture her arm behind her if she wants. being captured to this place at all is... irritating and a bit unnerving. but the nerves of play like this just spark all the right kind of shivers. ]
Signorina Abductress...
I said that I'm willing, and I am. I'll even beg if that's what pleases you and if you're that good. [ well she won't lie and say she wouldn't prefer to be the one extracting the begging but she's also somewhat patient, funnily enough, and... something else she won't admit. a curl of black ribbon twines around w's arm as she slides opera-gloved fingers up w's shoulder with her free arm, ] You're the one with the weapon, I'm your poor little captive. Whatever should I do! I tried to grab the knife and even destroy it and it didn't work, maybe all I can do is please my hunter or bide my time...
I mean, we can have some fun. [ she slinks full-body against w, with a fluff of her tail and the rub of her ass to hitch at the hem of w's dress. playing as some captive. it doesn't quite suit her, but she likes to play any twisted game. ]
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and the whole kidnapping play is just icing on top. her dress is rather long so if she can feel wetness crawl down her thigh she'll keep it a little secret a little longer until whenever clothes might have to be shed. sinking teeth and claws in someone is a favorite game but maybe she totally handicapped herself by promising to be a willing partner. trying to play nice and offer some grace rather than pounce on prey, however she might like to.
as a playmate w is making her mentally recalibrate by the second. she finds a spare champagne room; the music of the casino muffles behind the heavy door as she enters, still allowing for w to capture her arm behind her if she wants. being captured to this place at all is... irritating and a bit unnerving. but the nerves of play like this just spark all the right kind of shivers. ]
Signorina Abductress...
I said that I'm willing, and I am. I'll even beg if that's what pleases you and if you're that good. [ well she won't lie and say she wouldn't prefer to be the one extracting the begging but she's also somewhat patient, funnily enough, and... something else she won't admit. a curl of black ribbon twines around w's arm as she slides opera-gloved fingers up w's shoulder with her free arm, ] You're the one with the weapon, I'm your poor little captive. Whatever should I do! I tried to grab the knife and even destroy it and it didn't work, maybe all I can do is please my hunter or bide my time...
I mean, we can have some fun. [ she slinks full-body against w, with a fluff of her tail and the rub of her ass to hitch at the hem of w's dress. playing as some captive. it doesn't quite suit her, but she likes to play any twisted game. ]