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Phoenix Casino is a-flutter with activity and packed to the beak with guests. As a famously ever-changing space, the staff would be remiss if they didn't deck the crown jewel of the Golden Peacock out. The casino glitters from top to bottom, shining brighter than diamonds, rubies, sapphires, opals! Party-goers are shiny and glamorous with picture perfect makeup, fluttering gowns, and sharp suits. Card tables are packed and the slot machines are a-ringing as guests play, play, play! Prizes, luxury, booze, attractive people, it's the place that everyone wants to be at.
Those people being dragged inside by some invisible force...? Silly, they were so excited to come that their bodies moved before they realized what was happening. Those are struggles of joy and definitely not the casino's infamous ghost hands dragging unwilling guests to the party at the behest of the house. Look, they're literally hurling their bodies at the card tables with unrestrained glee!
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[ what a way to sign away her own body. not that it matters much, she knows she's a sick, twisted sarkaz, polluted with rage and disease and an ancestral cruelty that borders on psychosis. she should have died ages ago, it's just her luck that she's lived long enough to backslide right to start.
scraping and scrounging and doing anything she's got to in order to survive. nothing ever changes, not even with all the power in the world. there's always some unexpected variable waiting in the wings to blow it all away, like it was nothing more than a dream.
well. this isn't really the same. as far as trust goes, w harbors some semblance of it for texas. she knows her as dependable, which goes a long way for any sarkaz, and she's pretty certain texas wouldn't be the type to flap her gums and announce to the first moron she sees that she's banged w, of all people. probably mostly because she wouldn't want to admit it herself. she doesn't even particularly want to crawl out of her skin when texas removes her coat. her stupid monotonous voice is pretty soothing on her overworked, over-fraught nerves. if it has to be anyone...
her skirt billows high as she leans over to roll her tights down her thighs. they'd be the perfect length to hang herself with right now, but unfortunately she definitely wants to live long enough to see theresis vaporized, so they instead become a lasso she can loop around texas's shoulders and pull her closer by. ]
And if I do...
[ at least she's enough of assassin to know how to steady her fingers no matter how much the stakes are weighing down upon her. she undoes the buttons of texas's vest just about as quick as she can pull a trigger. ]
Not likely, but I guess you can use me for whatever sick, twisted scenarios you get yourself roped into for that same amount of time.
(that's the helpful thing, texas isn't the type of girl to kiss and tell (or in this case, fuck and tell) about anyone she's been with. she hasn't slept with that many people in the resort, that was more from necessity. enough to last for the time being while carrying on. sex was a transaction there to most people, even to those that are dating someone. though that was more from them carrying open relationships for the sake of not losing out on chances to earn more chips and cards. she thought this might be better for her, texas has had time to adjust in retrospect. the wolf was good at that and making things work by rolling with them; dependable to a fault while even being able to handle herself in a fight.
or in this case, helping someone survive. w would get chips to work after this if she were checked-in. cellinia's card, too. having a card banked back for later is a good start for this hellhole, not that she started with one in her bank. but, one would get the idea.
she's got a stoic tone, low and soft. something soothing when she can purr it out for someone that's supposed to be a canine. attractive when she wants to be, given that she cleans up nicely. her hat and cane were left off to the side, don't ask how she can pull off a look like this. with a top hat and a walking stick of all damn things like she's some kind of rich big shot again as an heiress. that's far from true, she's not the heiress any longer and this isn't necessarily something she would have done back then, either. not even during the carneval. besides, they're both objectively a pair of misfits. and maybe she can admit w can look attractive.
not that they're one another's types, but it's a thought. that's good enough. good enough that she found her attention on w again after the tights go around her neck, her shoulders, and pull cellinia close. she's got her attention, amber eyes lit up in the dim lights in this room. good, she didn't need much to focus on the now.
plus it shut up that brat of a spade mark she has.)
Lucky you, I don't always go around getting myself in chaos.
(does this count as terrible flirting? yeah, probably. not that texas couldn't, she just was better suited for sticking her sword in something or someone that got in her way. she's still made for a fight, made for a battlefield more than some sex casino.
....that and at least she trusts w enough, that's something else. somehow she always finds the unpredictable people can be more reliable than those that are sane, but that's because she's by no means normal herself.)
[ big talk from someone who only has a few scant inches on texas. she's gotta cling to what she's got here, which isn't much at all. she just knows that if texas is mildly annoyed with her, it's her best bet for getting through this without having to make any embarrassing confessions. it's always better to be the recipient of anger than mockery — or worse, getting caught looking vulnerable.
that's simply not an option. she's got texas's attention, good, she'll divert it right down to her chest, where her breasts are threatening to spill out from the too-tight bra they stuffed her in at the door. it's not like she doesn't know exactly how to lean to make an underwire buckle and forfeit an already losing battle. she undoes the last button on texas's shirt and pushes the fabric aside, helping her roll it off her shoulders.
not the worst shoulders. much better she'd have expected without those flashy accoutrements. her tongue rolls over her lips thoughtfully. ]
But I guess you could just use me.
[ thank fuck texas isn't overly handsy or w isn't sure how she'd deal with it. it's just the low tones of her voice and the rising warmth of her body as w unwraps her like an unexpected gift, letting her take her time and absorb that this is really about to happen. her red-lacquered nails sail over one of the faded scars on texas's torso, but don't touch. they curl around texas's shoulder instead, urging her back against the door where she can hike one leg up around texas's waist.
and there it is. it's the last thing she wants to say to anybody who isn't theresa, but if she doesn't say it now, she'll lose her nerve. better to do it while there's this warm glow flickering inside her at the sight of her chest pressed flush against texas's. her hips lift urgently, her leg tightening. ]
(little. she can admit that, she's not that tall. it is slightly funny to picture someone like w saying this whenever she isn't the picture of a tall and dainty sarkaz with a grenade launcher. no, no need to say anything on that. she's rolling with it naturally. she can be good at keeping up with the uptake, most things aren't hard to work with when she can separate how she's feeling from what she's doing. vulnerability is not the easiest part of this, not with intimacy. she's not good at that and always has known it. about like how getting anything from texas about her history is like pulling teeth, she doesn't speak openly about things that should stay buried.
not the way some might like. that doesn't need to be her focus, she did notice it. her breasts threatening to spill out whenever the cool breeze of the room touches her skin. she's running hot, but that's not unexpected. flashy isn't always her style, not the furs or the lapels that came with it. that cape she was stuck wearing until she found herself liberated of it.
the drop of it, her dress shirt and vest, felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. the scars are numerous, but that's not surprising. the familiga life does this often. so does her work as an armed courier, typically. she's not the handsy type, that's for the best. most texas does is gauge her partners reactions to get an idea on how they might respond to it. she's not the best at it yet, but she's getting there and had a feeling a bit slow wouldn't be a bad idea to not push her out her comfort zone. that's how texas is with physical touch, even if she was being pushed more to accept it by people in her life that would get touchy-feely.)
....guess it couldn't hurt to include that for my end if you win, too, that you can use me.
(she needs to keep herself focused, even with them backed up against the door. she's pressed against w when her leg hooks itself around her waist, amber eyes drift in thought before wetting her lips a bit. what the hell, why not? w's been dealing with nerves at an all-time from the resort, texas has been frustrated about being forced to attend that party they're stuck dealing with. they can make this work and pretend after whether it was nice or not that nothing happened.
that is if they do pretend when that little urgent plea hits her, so she wishes then. texas doesn't say anything more, not whenever one hand finds itself on the thigh that so helpfully rests around her waist. the gloved one, but that can change in a bit while her left one reaches to help free her breasts from that tight bra and dress. as best as she can (mind you, she is still holding that toy) while preoccupied with running her lips along w's neck. )
[ it's a wild offer to make to someone who isn't sure what to do with her now. sure, w could pick out a trillion pressure points she could depress and stab to bring her to her knees, she could wrap her hands around her throat or tear with her teeth and bleed her by a thousand cuts — that's easy stuff, as rote to her as breathing. this is a whole different realm of putting her hands on someone, and she doesn't remember feeling this lost the first time she put someone to sleep forever. (ah, the good old days.)
if she knows how to flirt, it's only because she enjoys taunting people with things they'll never have. it should ruin the fun now that texas is definitely going to have her, and indeed she stiffens just for a moment at the slide of that gloved hand over her thigh, her lips rolling over her flashing teeth instinctively, her flesh exploding with the texture of goosebumps. that impulse to push away, though, to claw and fight and keep texas from getting a good grip on her is quieter than she'd expected it to be. maybe it's the cool leather skidding across her heated skin, or that relieved gasp when the pressure constricting her chest is finally loosened that drowns the worst of it away.
but those lips against her throat — she's never been more aware that texas is a lupo. she shouldn't let this happen, texas could tear her throat out with her teeth in the blink of an eye, and it's too much to think that she can feel w's erratic pulse against her lips. if only she didn't feel like she was melting most of all, a soft purr hidden and muted in the very pit of her throat, her fingers scrambling for purchase and clutching at the front of texas's bra. ]
Wasn't that the plan?
[ it's a joke, but w can barely make it more than a breathy hum in response. maybe she's not as lost as she thought she was. her hands slide easy enough beneath the cup of the bra and squeeze into soft flesh; her other hand works between them, unthreading texas's belt, popping the buttons beneath it. they probably don't need to both be stripped down for this, but like hell she's about to be the only one. ]
(at least if she did wind up on the floor and about to be faced with a good ol' fashion sarkaz blood rage, she knows that she did in fact sign up for that as a possibility. not the kind that anyone sane goes near. but that's the other thing, she knows not to rush. when someone is about as combative as w (and really, texas to a mild degree) there's nothing worse than what one can do by rushing a little too fast before she's ready. control should stay with the one that needs it, that's the part that texas has learned during her time at the resort. better than what some would have thought.
she doesn't latch those teeth down, she teases with them in nips and nibbles. almost like a pup. she knows better than to bite down when it's unwanted for someone that happens to enjoy covering her partners in teeth marks, as she's begun to learn about herself. that might be more the baser instincts of lupo talking, but she's keeping an eye on w. she's still a sarkaz and can easily snap them into being on the floor from their positioning.
something to ease that tension. nothing would help them if w winds up too tightly without letting out some of that frustration and more she's feeling.
texas can handle her own, but that's nothing new. she might shut down on occasion when it worsens, but she's starting to get there more in that regard, too. her bra is a nice black and silk one. pleasant to touch, run ones fingers along smoothly when she slips out a breathy sigh of her own at her breast being squeezed. her gloved hand does the same to w's thigh. the leather of them against bare skin must feel interesting, if w wasn't demanding that glove off yet.)
True....
(she caught the tone, thankfully, in how she hums that out between nips. texas does know that was already on the table as a necessity. she's the one with the chips and somewhere for people to crash at when they had to. her belt coming undone catches her attention, sure, they both didn't need to strip, but she's not minding. it's easier to move whenever they're not....distracted, to put it lightly. being against the door with this might get uncomfortable even if texas has made things work whenever possible.)
[ it's either a mercy or a bizarre new form of cruelty, those teeth against her throat. w's heart could explode every time one of those nips doesn't end in shredded flesh, and it's not like repetition is any comfort. she'd trust texas to bring messages to some of her most seasoned, talented men hidden away on the battlefield, but she'll never trust anyone not to want to kill her eventually. not with this personality.
but she can't say the danger of it all doesn't make her blood sing. maybe someday when she isn't ready to cut a bitch at the drop of a hat she'll even ask for texas to show her how sharp those teeth can really be. for now, it's just exciting, same as it is when her hands squeeze and texas sighs, when texas squeezes into the meat of her thigh and w loses her mind for a split second and feels her panties dampen. the warring bodily power of it all is as fascinating as it is intoxicating.
anyway, she likes it here against the door, climbing texas like a siracusan sapling. there's a nice dull thud to make when she lets texas's trousers fall free and tangles her fingers in the fabric beneath them and snaps her hips forward eagerly, rattling the door on its hinges. an even nicer sound when her fingers fold across texas's forehead to shove her head back, so she can bow her own and repeat the same routine down texas's chest, mirroring those slow, careful nips when she gets to her breasts. the taste of her is like a drug, exhilarating in that forbidden and dangerous kind of way, and it isn't long before she finds a nipple to worry between those needling teeth of hers.
she'll push down the remnants of her dress when she can. it's not a pretty sight: there's that cavernous web of scar tissue across her torso where she was fatally gored before babel swept her up into the sky, her flesh so busy with old burns and battle scars besides. no signs of oripathy lesions, oddly enough, but she's a sarkaz and definitely diseased. at least she's distracted enough to feel divorced from whatever texas might think — she's lucky to even be here to see this, honestly, anyone else who's ever seen this much of her skin isn't around to tell any tales about it now. but the bridge of w's nose still burns pink as her dress pools at their feet and the cool air of the room deepens the shivers thrumming through her shoulders. ]
(teeth like hers can do plenty to a neck, and texas doesn't have the most dangerous set of a lupo. no, that distinction is likely belonging to another. it didn't make them any less frightening to any unsuspecting poor bastards that learned the hard way she knows how to use them. the one thing is that she can be trusted to not want to kill her as long as texas herself isn't betrayed, that's a fact that remains. betrayals are responded in kind. she's done that in columbia to her father, she'd do it again if she has to. nothing personal in it. but from her own view point, this is how she's always operated.
however, it is also is tempting to respond that day she gets asked to just show. she can't bite down deep enough to draw blood is the unfortunate thing, didn't mean she couldn't make someone infected or not into a pin cushion from the sheer number of teeth marks she can give if allowed to let loose. that's the other thing about texas, poking that sleeping wolf in her meant someone was in for a ride. didn't matter if it's like now or not, the settings on the wand should be fine. it's not like she'll start full power knowing it's a massager at its core. texas learned that the hard way whenever she tried that personally herself (not her finest moment) not to assume that much about them.
against the door it is, then, is something texas thinks briefly to herself. she would have kept going to try finding any particularly sensitive spots on her neck, somewhere she could tease more, if not for the interruption when her head is pushed back. the pressing of their hips together once her trousers drop to the floor. all she has left is those tights and black silk panties. she doesn't need to say anything, but she did notice those scars. worse than her own. the only one that seemed life-threatening had it gone deeper is from a familiar blade. along her hip to her stomach, a gift before she left columbia and siracusa. on the bright side (not that she'd admit this out loud) she doesn't find w's body repulsive.
she has no room to talk, not even to judge. not in the sighs she lets out, the shiver running down her at her nipple being toyed with from teeth. seems her enjoyment of turning her partners into pin cushions goes both ways, again, not that she'd say it. a grind of her hips is against w's for that, a rut (not entirely) while texas rubs into her thigh. she's distracted thoroughly, but checking to see if the toy is set to low. thankfully it is, otherwise she would have wanted to strangle whoever runs this resort more for giving a magic wand with one setting.
....not the worse thing she can bet that someone would want to kill the house over.)
[ it really seems like this shouldn't be going as well as it is. if w was going to pick this kind of trouble with anyone, it should have been some bloody, savage thing, not nosing around in so much warm skin, suckling her mouth full and rich with that addictive taste. she could get lost again, and maybe she is, so preoccupied with devouring texas's breasts and enduring the roll of her hips that she could almost miss it when she starts to mess with that awful plastic wand.
w expects, no matter what, that texas will eventually want to kill her, and that this will hurt. as well it should: life is suffering. she's heard ines sob a trillion times for whatever hoederer does to her in their tent, and she knows well enough from the war that shit like this can be devastating. there's no reason she can figure that it shouldn't be that way for her.
and now that she sizes that wand against the whole of her naked body — it's huge and sounds powerful. she can't take her eyes off it, her head lifting off texas's chest to track its movements. the soft buzz of it already makes her skin crawl, and for a moment, her hips steady and stop. she begins to maybe sort of regret her dedication to doing this against the door.
but she's no fainting little bitch. much as her stomach is sick with the threat of the unknown, she's not about to back down when it's texas. her fingers lock around the back of texas's neck, her gaze burning as she growls: ]
Fuckin' do it.
[ tear her apart with that thing, or whatever. what's a massage? the word almost certainly doesn't exist in sarkaz, where people toil til they drop from their muscles snapping, where every innocuous thing is expected to draw blood and spread agony. a word like that could mean a litany of terrifying anythings, and w's gone tense again though she's doing her level best to play it off, like she's now fully invested in pulling down texas's tights halfway with her hands, the rest of the way with a rubbing ankle. ]
(it's not like texas wouldn't disagree to bloody and savage, there's always that part of her that would have been stuck in the violence of siracusa. not as deep as some people. the others that were in a way still locked into the familige and other things that were miserable within the country; who wants to be used as fodder for a constant game of one-upmanship? rule the country her ass, zaaro could have killed her when she made that deal with him had she been any less useful.
but this is addicting enough, it can feel like living while trapped here.
it can work. sometimes a girl needs to let her mind go and far be it for her to complain about providing that, it won't stay sweet and gentle. there's no input from that annoyance on her hand, that just means that she didn't have to focus on it deciding to flare and talk whatever shit it felt like. must be because she's feeding it. ugh, but she does understand this. not even from the things she's done while stuck there. some part of her considers it lucky she didn't try hunting people to go after them for her needs as a stupid werewolf. she was a mindless beast at the time, mindless and hungering. demanding. maybe her body wants something similar to that again with the sensation of not thinking about anything. just rutting, fucking, whatever.
she did half think they could move (honestly that would have been better) even if they've come this far. she expects her back to be scratched up, based off what she knows. hard enough to draw blood and leave whatever cuts w damn well pleases on her. texas herself? she has to keep her steady, she knows that much. help keep her steady, don't breathe a damn word after this like she intends when the low buzz is there filling the air.)
Keep a good grip on me.
(she totally expects if she intensifies it that it won't be a good idea, if she pumps it up then it'd be on w's request. okay. with that said (and her tights dropping to the floor) texas isn't speedy about it just in case to keep giving her that idea of being in control as needed. not with bringing the wand near, not with pressing the top of the massager against w's panties, right around where her clit would be at. she'll have to see what her back looks like after.
[ w shouldn't need to grip at anybody. she's the deadliest merc, worth at least ten candies on the scale before the guy who was doing the accounting got bodied by his own potential son-in-law. it's not like she hasn't been through agonizing, mind-twisting things before and stood strong all on her own, there's no reason at all to heed texas's warning.
she just wants to, the moment that wand is on the move. she'd thought her panties would have to come off for this — not so it seems, because texas isn't giving her any further directions. there's just the sound of buzzing sinking low between them, and then...
that's fucking it. w doesn't even get it at first, her fists balled against the back of texas's neck for no good reason, gaze locked on hers in what was unshakeable determination and has slowly succumbed to pure confusion. nothing about this has sucked so far, if anything, it's the opposite, and it's just something w doesn't get. ]
... Oh.
[ and then she feels it, a twist of texas's hand to set it right against a spot that flares beneath that buzzing. right, that spot, it's not as if w is such a terrible prude she's never played with herself before. it's soft and gentle enough that it isn't immediately alarming; her body takes care of that part, her breath huffing hot against texas's chest as she begins to pant, her face flooding with heat. she really needs to find a hole to crawl in and die for the mistake of letting texas see her like this. she feels so warm suddenly and her first impulse is to pull away, but stubbornness keeps her fast in place, and now there's something else compelling her to drive harder against it, smothering the wand between their bodies.
her teeth grit hard, locking in a word that was almost texas's name. the bet was that she can't scream, and she doesn't particularly want to yet, but how mortifying would it be to make any other noise? it really doesn't matter when that heat keeps building and she needs to breathe through it, her jaw yawning open to emit a shattered whisper: ]
(see, she would have taken them off, but texas did consider another thing. this won't be something she's used to, using the fabric of her panties as a buffer was a better idea. she's not going to say anything about what happens between now and after. w has that much to bet on from her, that texas won't break her silence on whatever the hell they wind up doing if it turns into them using this room for longer. not like the other guests in the hideaway would interrupt.
they're far too scared after the earlier display from w, and from texas glaring like she would have torn their throats out with her teeth.
not that she would, but the sentiment was there. vulnerability is what she hates putting herself through, so what good would bringing it up after do? the bet was more to help. seems like it did, from the way that way her fists balled up and how w resisted that urge to scream. half saying her name, half not. the whisper was enough to tell texas she made the better choice in using the fabric of her panties to act as a layer between it and her clit. pressing it on her bare clit might have very well caused a near loss, especially if she did get told to turn up the settings any.
their bodies near pressing more together is driving her mad, that stupid spade mark almost laughs again. as usual, it's mocking her. whatever, she didn't need to get off. not any time soon. she'll be okay, this isn't her needing it for anything more than them trying to prevent what would be big consequences if she doesn't play the game. even if w might not be able to spend those chips she'll get from this, that's also fine. it's still pocket money for when she has her own time.
chump change as some might view it, but in this hellhole people struggle all the damn time. herself included, so she wants to meet some of that determination with her own by seeing it through. w being stubborn was the other helpful thing, she would have stopped had she needed to with using it for a time if w couldn't endure it for now. nothing, no comments on her expression or how mortifying this must be. she's not the sort to tease or that kind of woman to torture someone on the receiving end of something like a wand of all things. maybe they should be happier it wasn't one of those clit suckers.
now that would have made texas want to throw it into the crowd, she hasn't used those, but she's seen them around the love dove. often with a terrified expression. like hell she would want to put someone that hasn't seemed to have touched herself if any before through that. or that's her assumption, the scent of arousal is thick enough a lupo like her can smell it from there.)
Easy....I won't turn it up past this unless you're really sure.
(because this was partially, cellinia's fault for obtaining that stupid wand.)
[ it's definitely not that w can't endure this, even as the sensitivity of her body ramps up to an astonishing degree and she starts to feel the solid, electric pulses of the toy reverberating so deep inside her now aching cunt. obviously her body likes it. maybe too much.
she's been curious, sure, but she's never, ever made it here. panting, mindlessly rutting, her mind abuzz with the sensations, so fever-hot she's practically melting down texas's chest. if she were alone, she'd probably give up right here, horrified at how quickly her body needs and demands more, but it should be worse that she's not. she should hate that more.
texas's voice could be another vibration that she rides to wherever the fuck it is she's going. her skin is just as warm, and surprisingly soft too when w's stonelocked jaw brings her whole head down into a bow against it. the scent of her, the feeling of those strong shoulders beneath her clutching hands, they've turned enchanting in their own right when w wasn't paying attention. a part of her wishes she'd touched texas more before she demanded this.
as for those nails — never believe everything you've heard. w's nails are chewed to meager little stubs and largely harmless, even as they skitter frantically over texas's skin. the worst damage they do is to tangle in the hair at the base of her neck, pulling when w's body is wracking itself with heavy, sob-like breaths. ]
Don't you dare— [ her toothlessly rasped snarl is broken by a sharp gasp. ] — go easy on me.
[ it's maybe too late to start running her mouth about that; she's already trembling all over, her thighs doused and dripping from where the toy is spreading along her wetness. even through her panties. she really can't catch her breath suddenly, can't stop pulling harder and harder at texas's hair, and much as she loathes when her body does anything she hasn't commanded it to, there's no stopping this too-quick rising of tension between her thighs.
it feels too good and the sounds it's ripping from her are worse than mortifying. the bet was she couldn't scream, there weren't any other rules beyond that. flush-faced and spilling right over the edge, she can lean into all that inviting skin and suckle at texas's tit until her mouth's plugged full and come so hard it blacks out her vision. all this flesh is her one anchor while she drifts in and out.
turns out the screamy part comes after. texas neglected to mention that, not that there's any reason she should have. that sensitivity keeps climbing and her face crumples in something close to pain, her hips stuttering, automatically backing her off the toy no matter what an example she's trying to make here. if it feels like a defeat, w's finally too fucked out to care. ]
(she can take not having her back clawed up, better change than she might have expected before. the trade-off being her tugged down by what hair she has around her neck was the part that would take some getting used to (at least there's been no tail or ear pulling during her stay) since she's expected usually for that to be a grip around her head. texas is good for one thing, and it's maintaining being something of an anchor. she's done that for weiss before after going down on her, she can do that here too. difference between then and now was that weiss was in cellinia's suite during a shower, w is pressed against a door that the lupo is having to help keep her up right against one-handed.
texas does have her needs too, her body is running hot, and she's having to ignore that spade mark again trying to cut in. luckily it didn't decide to go straight to full on her, mainly because she's doing something instead of ignoring her needs like some players are prone to. texas is more than guilty of that, but she's not going as far as to play it off into her having an incoming suit activation. she isn't stupid.
she's pulled down closer when w's fingers manage to tangle in nice and proper, at this point they're body to body. texas has a good grip on w's thigh and isn't being hasty to test the other settings on her. it said that they needed to use it in a sex act, not go for pushing limits. and maybe she would have liked to touch her more, but god, is she not going to say that. that can be blamed on a certain thing that's been an annoying voyeur. not a word, nope, she'll dance around that subject as long as she has to.
she doesn't need more problems in her life (bit hypocritical of her, isn't it? since she openly invites them) that might kill her. she almost wants to point out and snap back with a comment on this not being that easy. whatever, she won't. that'd kill the mood and she's got enough common sense to stray from doing that. the same way that she does with having to keep it down herself.
fuck. naturally she is quite sensitive along her breasts in how she growls out her moans. tugged down, kept close, her well manicured claws dig into w's thigh from the grip she has on it. not deep enough to bleed, she actually has something that can get a bit bad if she did start digging into the skin like that.)
....later.
(that was to her not going "easy" on her, if later does happen. she's impressed, though. the stubbornness of the sarkaz is always intriguing, not that cellinia has gone near any as partners. honestly, it's a bigger mystery on how she has some manner of experience. or maybe it's not.
that depends on who gets asked, it's whenever w goes flying over the edge that cellinia remembers, she didn't warn her about that. she won't count her being loud after climaxing as a loss, if only because she did want to reward that stubborn streak with something. the lupo has her eyes on her face as best as she can, amber watching and making a note if she might be pained or not (while keeping her held upright, maybe pulling it back when she pulls away to help more) given this was a helluva way to get used to things in the golden peacock. she's planning on switching this thing off in a minute.
[ right, they're so close, close enough for texas's low growls to rip right through w's entire body. it's difficult to figure out where one begins and ends in the tangle of their limbs. she finds herself rising into the sharp points of texas's nails, like maybe she does want them to sink in deeper. maybe w will always want to make herself a problem, even if it's largely a subconscious response to the way it feels to be grabbed like this. the word 'later' burns in her fevered ears.
were it not for all of these variables, w'd probably figure that texas is done with her. or hope that she is, because she can't imagine that pulsing, smarting sensation between her legs will subside anytime soon. but texas seems to like what w's doing with her mouth, and w's not really ready to stop rubbing against her thigh yet. who knows? those growls could be a warning and texas is seconds away from biting her head off instead. she's not certain that'd ruin the mood either.
now that she doesn't have to keep playing chicken with the wand, she tilts her head and drags her lips over texas's other breast. that's about when she becomes aware that texas is watching her, which sinks some sparking, live wire sensation deep into her belly. she's been watching this whole time in that quiet, observational way. w should have known better. it was always stupid to try to keep this air of bravado going beneath a gaze like that.
she lifts her eyes too, fixing texas with a stare that brooks zero commentary, please. ]
Tell me what to do.
[ she knows she can slide one warm hand over the breast she's made messy with her mouth and tease the other with those bites texas taught her — her teeth pull gently at a nipple to try to incite more of those growls. but that alone obviously won't get her very far in a place like this and she wants to know this whole world of debauchery she's stubbornly locked herself away from. again, if it has to be anyone watching her lashes fan low as her red little tongue rolls out of her mouth... at least she finds she likes the taste of this one. ]
(lucky her, the growls aren't the kind that want to bite her head off. they're pleased ones, low and deep. getting her like this is....honestly, that's a feat. texas is normally the more quiet one. playing off things coolly, while even keeping some part of herself restrained. she's not a wild animal, or so she would often remind herself about. with the way she can get in a fight (oh, is that bad) it'd be easier to call her one. not savage, but something more lethal. anyway, her hands got a nice grip on w's thigh. maybe that threat of nails might near break the skin a little too far from how she's rising against her.
maybe she's responding from her observations: the low growls, being turned on (not a word will be said on that), and maybe somehow finding present company to be more appealing than she'd also like to admit. the baring of her teeth, guttural and like something predatory yet restrained. is she tamed or is she good at hiding it is often the question that most ask, but she's liking it. from the way her eyes are dark in hunger. strongly, wanting.
getting teased isn't helping her maintain her composure, not from how they're pressed body to body. teeth teasing her breasts, a hand grabbing at the other. she wants to know, huh? she caught the first message, naturally, she wasn't going to say a word to that no matter how her expression contorts with pleasure mixed into more baser instincts. having a lupo in the bedroom can be unique like that, nobody knows how one might act from how their own responses to these things.
texas just so happens to be a low growl and snarl type of woman when she's really feeling it.)
Touch me....grind down against me, however you want to do it.
(a low purr, the toy was discarded to the floor. dropped like it served its purpose after a flick of the switch. she's not paying attention to that any longer, they didn't have a timer to worry about counting down into doom. what was going on now is....definitely not what one would expect from w and texas of all people. not a single person would know, that's for sure. she'd keep her mouth shut while also expecting the same on that. even if texas did find she had a similar line of thinking, that she doesn't mind w's taste. that she likes that, too.)
[ what kind of madwoman writes w a blank check like that? w even blinks owlishly in the fleeting moment after her response registers, wondering. she's learned some hard lessons in the past about how quickly she can get carried away and she's really not the sort of girl who will tear and tear and tear away at a thing just for the pleasure of watching it fall to pieces anymore. but she's also never fucking told anybody that.
if these were any other circumstances, she might laugh or tease or press that advantage for fun. her body reacts first, though, her hips rolling back against the luxurious ache of those nails, her mouth so full of soft, warm flesh that her sigh becomes a drifting, soundless vibration. one hand weaves between them, finally tracing those gruesome scars texas carries from battles of the past, finally squeezing into those strong hips, at last raking texas's underwear down her thighs.
she's never touched anybody like this before, barely herself. there's a soft hiss when her fingers are near enough to realize how wet texas feels, a sensation that makes her leg squeeze tighter around texas's hip, makes her rub her own damp crotch against her thigh. her mouth goes wandering, her tongue stinging at the column of texas's throat as she pulls her head back by the fingers grasping tightly in her hair, and those teeth...
w isn't afraid of them. she flicks her tongue between those lethal points to prove it as she eagerly crushes texas back against the door, as she begins to run her fingers up and down the soft, dripping flesh of texas's cunt. ]
How?
[ she doesn't need a map or anything, obviously, she's got the same parts. but she's also not about to start digging into someone who wouldn't want that. it's tempting, when whisking her fingers over that little hole makes them come away silky with slick, but she's quickly discovering it's nice to spread that around and get her fingers rubbing wet against her swollen lips and the hardening clit between them. ]
(unfortunately for texas, as she's also been learning....she might be a masochist. not exactly something she wants to talk about, well, more like she didn't want to ever talk about the fact that it took going through the debauched sex casino for her to learn the obvious. just look at who she's around, what she puts up with, and other things in her life. playing rough isn't something she dislikes, it might be better to say she likes rough. she can do slow, she can do gentle, but that's something she can't deny much.
for now, she's going to pretend that she didn't just think about it again. she's going to have to help a bit, but sometimes letting someone have free rein over a body can be interesting, too. maybe. she's still learning what else she likes in this damn place, but it's probably nothing good for her. the scars are sensitive slightly, nobody has touched them before. then again, cellinia wasn't one for letting people get that far along to see them in a more intimate setting. not long enough to touch or trace them, anyway.
she's dripping wet whenever her panties get tugged off; soaked down to a rather obvious wet spot on her panties she won't be talking about after this. another thing on the "not mentioning this again" column potentially, but she's the one shoved back to the door now. positions swapped (and maybe her debating on hooking her legs around w's hips) without much of a fight. not right now. any fighting for dominance is best left for any other opportunities. texas can assume as much once her head finds itself tugged back again. throat exposed with another low growl, a moan leaking out into it from teeth and tongue going along it.
it might sound amused too whenever w flicks her tongue through those wolf teeth of hers, her own tongue flicks back against it. god, it made her squirm just about from how close she is to getting some relief. sometimes it can be unbearable, especially in this hellhole, to just sit and bear with it. this is going to be maddening while testing her restraint like this, but she's going to remind herself to be patient. she's the one that has somewhat more experience in comparison to her, which also means her more considerate side takes the lead.
while w runs her fingers along her dripping wet cunt, feels along her swollen lips and clit, texas had to remind herself immediately to be patient. that didn't stop her, though, from a needy roll of her hips into that explorative touch.)
Like that....fuck.
(normally she doesn't swear like this (she's been around people who have a potty mouth more as you can see) yet there are some moments where it comes out. not strongly like now, but strong enough that it gets more apparent how she's feeling about something or other.)
[ texas. hearing a word like that bubble out of texas's mouth might just be the best thing that's happened all night. it makes w giggle fiendishly, even as she's theatrically gasping, her own lips just a breath away as she playfully admonishes her: ]
What a dirty mouth.
[ this is an exciting new texas, one w might even admit she likes a lot. the hungry urgency in her driving hips, the way endless way she drips over w's fingers... what are the rules here? much as she'd like to break all of them, she needs to figure out how to get as much of this as she can stand. it's not enough just to pin her against the door and nip at whatever she can reach anymore. ]
Don't you dare blame me if it gets you in trouble.
[ oh right, there are none! except to be as rough as she pleases. still a crazy thing to say to a mercenary like w, and maybe texas will have a moment to think that little misstep over when the weight of w's leg on her hip shifts and her hold in her hair tightens and w bears down with everything she's got to send them crashing to the floor.
she won't make it terrible anyway, perfectly happy to take the full brunt of the fall before she rolls texas on to her back. what are a few rattled brains between friends? she mostly just wants the real estate to really spread texas out and get a good look at her, and indeed texas can hook her legs around w now if she really wants to, but not before w lifts one herself and chains gleeful little bites up her thigh. her free hand pins texas's chest to the floor — if that's necessary, she doesn't know, it doesn't actually make any sense to her why texas would ask to be roughed up without it all being a cheeky ploy so she can retaliate in kind. ]
Won our little wager, didn't I?
[ she's definitely considering something as her gaze roams over texas's body. 'use' is a really loose term too, she didn't even really think of it before she put it to a gamble, but she is liking the sound of using texas more and more. ]
(is she regretting it? maybe a little with the whole drag and roll to the floor. the wand rolls away from that between texas wondering how many bruises she's getting tonight and the other half really not caring. sometimes, well, sometimes anything is better than what she deals with in this resort. becoming a werewolf included on being the worst part of her stay; she's not complaining yet since sometimes she needed it rough.
rougher than rough. that's part of why she didn't necessarily mind, regrets are left for the morning.
she only growls out lowly at w's "admonishing" as if to say she's part of why she said that. the other cause of it in his case is likely enjoying (no, texas doubts ragna is) the party somewhere in the resort. somehow she wound up with two foul mouthed people in her life. well, one is a friend and the other is....w. that's all she can label her. at least in a way that isn't like insulting for now. that can be later, too. she's not that hard to get on her back, but the lupo did sign up for this. she told w of people she can "use" her if she wins. the offer of rough play in particular was included. it was texas putting her body on the line in a similar way; that's just how most things work in the resort.
put your body on the line and gamble, gamble it all on if you survive or not in this special hell. this wasn't anything different than that, she did say sex is considered a transaction. it only would be worse if cellinia wasn't good at disconnecting herself from the emotional side of it by now during her stay. technically earlier too than that, it gets easy to tell when she should watch herself for her own sake.
the feeling of teeth along her thigh causes her to hiss out more of those low and pretty sounds. she's trapped, pinned down with one leg held up and the other? well, it did naturally wrap around w.)
Like you can talk about having a clean mouth.
(she would have said "bite me", but that's happening already. no need to make it more literal in between their back and forth being....like this, for lack of a better term. that did leave the wager comment, she almost wants to take that back. she won't, a win is a win. she didn't get loud until the end. which. also means as mentioned she gets her body as a prize. isn't that funny? the last texas gave her body to someone like w as the other prize and there's some that would kill for that opportunity.
yeah. she might as well not back down, her grandfather didn't raise a quitter. she's an escape artist, sure, but the point stands.)
You did. Which also means the week of meals and my body included.
[ w's been sharing barstools with seasoned mercenaries since she was a tiny tyke — she's got the mouth and then some. it's a point of pride for her, same as it was when she could hold her own on the battlefield too, when she could become one of them herself. texas is obviously cut from a different cloth, but why count her out of the fun? in fact, why let her count herself out of the fun at all? w's always wanted to be somebody's bad influence.
it doesn't seem like texas is going to start punching at her head or anything, though that leg wrapping around her does give w a reason to go still and careful for a moment. it's just what she did to texas herself, but go figure, w barely trusts even the most innocuous gestures towards her person. she can talk shit and tease like a pro, but she's definitely not yet used to touch at all.
she shrugs it off easy enough, resuming her little train of bites. the inner thigh's the most sensitive, where all the juiciest, most fatal arteries are, and it's delicious to sink her teeth in there too. she rakes her teeth right up to the very joint of texas's leg, then casts a low-lidded glance back up at her. ]
Maybe I wanna make you one of those meals. Chew you up piece by piece and show you what a dirty mouth I've got.
[ she bites little fading, pink crescents into the hard muscle of texas's abdomen, her fingers ticking over her stomach and pinching at texas's nipples. where she's settled between texas's thighs, she's fucking immersed in the scent of her arousal, such a heady fragrance she's almost whimpering with every low-trailing crunch of her teeth, but her head tilts before she can quite make it back to texas's pussy. instead, she'll start nipping at her other thigh, smirkingly pleased with herself. ]
I don't wanna hear a word from you unless it's dirty too. Now that I know you can speak my language, you're gonna have to use it if you want a fucking thing from me.
(rich families don't quite leave their kids off to speak improperly. no cursing beyond what acceptable words there are and no way would her father have liked w by this alone. giuseppe is turning in his grave somewhere that his own daughter that killed him was off sounding like a foul mouthed sailor, slightly anyway. she hasn't cussed as much as w or ragna, but she's had her moments of angry siracusan swearing. nothing in columbian, but close enough whenever that does happen for texas. it isn't farfetched to say the goodie two shoes isn't impossible to get to hang.
or play and speak the language game wise.
bad influence meets the girl that isn't too hard to talk into doing bad things, she's got that vibe to her that she will. texas did notice the pause, she would have to be mindful, w seems like she would throw her or worse if texas doesn't. sometimes her quiet observations is helpful for herself when it counts. means she gets to memorize her surroundings better, probably notice things others might not while maintaining her usual attitude about it. texas tenses almost at the nip of teeth in more risky places along her thigh.
in general, maybe letting w go at her thighs was riskier than anything in her life. texas did half consider if she made a monster in how w keeps teasing with her teeth, but that's also the appeal. if she near shivered at them locking eyes, she didn't. she is not going to think her attractive. no way, even if she's going to lose her mind like this. she's got low pitch whines coming out her throat at the teasing. her nipples perk out easily from the stimulation to them, her sharper sighs are from teeth going in her toned abs.
she wants dirty? fine, she's not good at it, but she can let herself run with it. she might just have to remind herself of other cuss words she knows for that thanks to certain people in her life about that. the joys of being bilingual is useful, she might be a whimpering mess partially, but she does get the idea.)
What, gonna make me fucking beg now?
(does that count as playing along in how her tone got from mimicking ragna? heated almost, but also hungering. every bit a predator when given that chance, she might run with it. didn't mean she wouldn't bite her if texas didn't like something that was going on and not in a sexy way. well, or maybe in one anyway. that can go both ways right now.
hope the staff can clean a mess up if it gets real messy.)
[ yup, this is all texas's fault and now she has to lay down in the bed she's made for herself. w's never gotten to really bite anybody before — not for a long time, anyway, there was more of that kind of stuff back when she was a feral little kid scrapping for survival. guns and knives so quickly became her go-to weapons, she'd almost forgotten how nice a pulse can feel beneath some hard-locked teeth.
she's definitely leaving marks now, if only because her lips are getting involved now too, leaving hard-sucking bruises in her wake. she's only abstractly aware of it when what she's hungering for is a different kind of flesh in her mouth. the way she locks her lips around texas's skin is a performative effort to show her exactly that. ]
Yyyyeah...
[ it's really not taking long at all for her to claim up all this skin. she stretches like a cat, raking blunt nails down texas's sides, following the curves of her ribs, gaze locked on her reaction to it all. turns out teasing takes a double toll if both parties really want something, but she's collected enough to keep to the plan and this new little game she's invented, nibbling out a stubborn path all around where she truly wants to go.
she's not perfect, though. even a monster like her isn't immune to temptation. as her mouth works at that thigh in slow, tongue-lashing suckles, her antennae tick curiously against texas's flesh. she can bow her head a little and let one tap almost imperceptibly light against the more prominent flesh of texas's clit, but the taste she steals rocks her, makes her back arch and her ass rise in the air like she's in heat. ]
Beg me, courier. [ she pants hotly, her open mouth a wet mess as she rocks hungrily on her knees. ] Tell me exactly what you want me to do with this foul mouth of mine.
(shit, but that's hissed out again in a frenzied loop of curses. that's the other issue with texas, she hides it well yet risk also is another part that plays at getting her going. could be those teeth, a knife in the right places, or more than this if someone really knew what they were doing. her pulse is hammering against her skin, sharp exhales while that effort is clearly working its magic on a lupo like her. who knew that the former mafia princess that had the world at her fingertips could turn out this way, worse off in some ways but also not at the same time in her choices.
the pain from her teeth, the bruises suckled in from her lips getting rougher. she can tell she wants more of her skin, the thin layer of sweat along it and the scent of texas hangs along closely. like rain, like subtle cologne. more than that (lone wolves do carry a unique scent to other lupo, not to any others) mixed into her body. if she's that hungry, she should play along with this game. it's her body that was the bet payment for "use" however w wants to spin it at any time. could be like now in this debauched resort.
could be another time, with less patience on both sides for the wait in this teasing going on. that look in cellinia's eyes is full of hunger, a lot of it. dark enough to make it almost seem like she's a step away from being a wild animal more than a human. restraints been something she's good at despite herself, as long as she had a reason to be and she's been showing considerable patience in not letting herself go so quickly. sure, she'll take responsibility for letting a feral monster rediscover how much she likes to bite.
(if only because texas is learning more tonight that she's into both giving and receiving those teeth marks.)
not all of her body had been claimed up like this, the growls low growls mixed into moans leaving her is a dead giveaway for that. the way she snarls out pleasured sounds, how one of her hands is digging clawed lines in the flooring (at least she doesn't have to pay for that) with each second it's dragged out. that light lick of her to get a taste did however, cause the hand that had raked those lines to dig more sharply in how she tenses. she's almost feeling like she actually is in heat from how much it's eating at her. texas isn't very good at this (honestly it'd be impressive if she was good at dirty talk knowing how she acts) but that didn't mean she was about to give up when she hisses out:)
....I want that filthy mouth of yours to eat me up. (surely there's more....) To fuck me nice and pretty, cover me in bruises and teeth marks. (oh. there it is, she honestly is groaning and whining from how much she's aching by admitting this. texas doesn't do this with making these admissions, much less begging, but it's something different tonight. she'll take it and run with it.)
[ so much patience, patience to go around even. w's patient too, she patiently tracked down and assassinated every single person who had anything to do with theresa's murder, didn't she? by contrast, nipping at a ferocious wolf's heels until she snaps is simple enough exercise in discipline, or it would be if texas didn't look and sound so fucking delicious. ]
Oh, I'm gonna devour you.
[ that's just a matter of fact, a statement of the inevitable. she's going to put her mouth anywhere texas will let her and her teeth are coming too. right now, they gently catch the very edge of one pussy lip, her lips pursing for a soft suckle, her hands fanning over texas's thighs in case she gets any bright ideas about rutting up into w's mouth. of course that won't do, w wants her spread wide to soak in these soft kisses she's pressing to those reddened, slick-shined lips, wants her to feel her huffing breath heating where it aches the most, and she's just cruel enough to watch her face the whole time. ]
But if I fuck you... [ she rolls out her tongue, licks just the smallest taste of slick from beneath that enticing hole. ] I'm gonna really have to give it to you and it definitely won't be pretty. You said it yourself, you need it rough.
[ ok texas didn't quite say that, sure. who cares. w likes the sound of herself saying it. if texas wants to call her on it, she's already eyeing up those thighs again, thinking maybe she should work on them a little more. maybe texas ought to be black and blue and polka-dotted all over.
it'd sound even hotter if texas DID say it. she walks her dainty fingers up the inside of texas's thigh, rubs the pads of them in that same careful circumference around a hole that looks hungrier and hungrier by the second. ]
Say it. [ she urges with a smirk. who needs that stupid magic wand? she could get off just on that wild look in texas's eyes, her cunt clenching just off the realization of how close to the edge she's driving poor texas. ] Tell me how bad you need it.
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[ what a way to sign away her own body. not that it matters much, she knows she's a sick, twisted sarkaz, polluted with rage and disease and an ancestral cruelty that borders on psychosis. she should have died ages ago, it's just her luck that she's lived long enough to backslide right to start.
scraping and scrounging and doing anything she's got to in order to survive. nothing ever changes, not even with all the power in the world. there's always some unexpected variable waiting in the wings to blow it all away, like it was nothing more than a dream.
well. this isn't really the same. as far as trust goes, w harbors some semblance of it for texas. she knows her as dependable, which goes a long way for any sarkaz, and she's pretty certain texas wouldn't be the type to flap her gums and announce to the first moron she sees that she's banged w, of all people. probably mostly because she wouldn't want to admit it herself. she doesn't even particularly want to crawl out of her skin when texas removes her coat. her stupid monotonous voice is pretty soothing on her overworked, over-fraught nerves. if it has to be anyone...
her skirt billows high as she leans over to roll her tights down her thighs. they'd be the perfect length to hang herself with right now, but unfortunately she definitely wants to live long enough to see theresis vaporized, so they instead become a lasso she can loop around texas's shoulders and pull her closer by. ]
And if I do...
[ at least she's enough of assassin to know how to steady her fingers no matter how much the stakes are weighing down upon her. she undoes the buttons of texas's vest just about as quick as she can pull a trigger. ]
Not likely, but I guess you can use me for whatever sick, twisted scenarios you get yourself roped into for that same amount of time.
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or in this case, helping someone survive. w would get chips to work after this if she were checked-in. cellinia's card, too. having a card banked back for later is a good start for this hellhole, not that she started with one in her bank. but, one would get the idea.
she's got a stoic tone, low and soft. something soothing when she can purr it out for someone that's supposed to be a canine. attractive when she wants to be, given that she cleans up nicely. her hat and cane were left off to the side, don't ask how she can pull off a look like this. with a top hat and a walking stick of all damn things like she's some kind of rich big shot again as an heiress. that's far from true, she's not the heiress any longer and this isn't necessarily something she would have done back then, either. not even during the carneval. besides, they're both objectively a pair of misfits. and maybe she can admit w can look attractive.
not that they're one another's types, but it's a thought. that's good enough. good enough that she found her attention on w again after the tights go around her neck, her shoulders, and pull cellinia close. she's got her attention, amber eyes lit up in the dim lights in this room. good, she didn't need much to focus on the now.
plus it shut up that brat of a spade mark she has.)
Lucky you, I don't always go around getting myself in chaos.
(does this count as terrible flirting? yeah, probably. not that texas couldn't, she just was better suited for sticking her sword in something or someone that got in her way. she's still made for a fight, made for a battlefield more than some sex casino.
....that and at least she trusts w enough, that's something else. somehow she always finds the unpredictable people can be more reliable than those that are sane, but that's because she's by no means normal herself.)
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[ big talk from someone who only has a few scant inches on texas. she's gotta cling to what she's got here, which isn't much at all. she just knows that if texas is mildly annoyed with her, it's her best bet for getting through this without having to make any embarrassing confessions. it's always better to be the recipient of anger than mockery — or worse, getting caught looking vulnerable.
that's simply not an option. she's got texas's attention, good, she'll divert it right down to her chest, where her breasts are threatening to spill out from the too-tight bra they stuffed her in at the door. it's not like she doesn't know exactly how to lean to make an underwire buckle and forfeit an already losing battle. she undoes the last button on texas's shirt and pushes the fabric aside, helping her roll it off her shoulders.
not the worst shoulders. much better she'd have expected without those flashy accoutrements. her tongue rolls over her lips thoughtfully. ]
But I guess you could just use me.
[ thank fuck texas isn't overly handsy or w isn't sure how she'd deal with it. it's just the low tones of her voice and the rising warmth of her body as w unwraps her like an unexpected gift, letting her take her time and absorb that this is really about to happen. her red-lacquered nails sail over one of the faded scars on texas's torso, but don't touch. they curl around texas's shoulder instead, urging her back against the door where she can hike one leg up around texas's waist.
and there it is. it's the last thing she wants to say to anybody who isn't theresa, but if she doesn't say it now, she'll lose her nerve. better to do it while there's this warm glow flickering inside her at the sight of her chest pressed flush against texas's. her hips lift urgently, her leg tightening. ]
Touch me.
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not the way some might like. that doesn't need to be her focus, she did notice it. her breasts threatening to spill out whenever the cool breeze of the room touches her skin. she's running hot, but that's not unexpected. flashy isn't always her style, not the furs or the lapels that came with it. that cape she was stuck wearing until she found herself liberated of it.
the drop of it, her dress shirt and vest, felt like a weight was lifted off her shoulders. the scars are numerous, but that's not surprising. the familiga life does this often. so does her work as an armed courier, typically. she's not the handsy type, that's for the best. most texas does is gauge her partners reactions to get an idea on how they might respond to it. she's not the best at it yet, but she's getting there and had a feeling a bit slow wouldn't be a bad idea to not push her out her comfort zone. that's how texas is with physical touch, even if she was being pushed more to accept it by people in her life that would get touchy-feely.)
....guess it couldn't hurt to include that for my end if you win, too, that you can use me.
(she needs to keep herself focused, even with them backed up against the door. she's pressed against w when her leg hooks itself around her waist, amber eyes drift in thought before wetting her lips a bit. what the hell, why not? w's been dealing with nerves at an all-time from the resort, texas has been frustrated about being forced to attend that party they're stuck dealing with. they can make this work and pretend after whether it was nice or not that nothing happened.
that is if they do pretend when that little urgent plea hits her, so she wishes then. texas doesn't say anything more, not whenever one hand finds itself on the thigh that so helpfully rests around her waist. the gloved one, but that can change in a bit while her left one reaches to help free her breasts from that tight bra and dress. as best as she can (mind you, she is still holding that toy) while preoccupied with running her lips along w's neck. )
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if she knows how to flirt, it's only because she enjoys taunting people with things they'll never have. it should ruin the fun now that texas is definitely going to have her, and indeed she stiffens just for a moment at the slide of that gloved hand over her thigh, her lips rolling over her flashing teeth instinctively, her flesh exploding with the texture of goosebumps. that impulse to push away, though, to claw and fight and keep texas from getting a good grip on her is quieter than she'd expected it to be. maybe it's the cool leather skidding across her heated skin, or that relieved gasp when the pressure constricting her chest is finally loosened that drowns the worst of it away.
but those lips against her throat — she's never been more aware that texas is a lupo. she shouldn't let this happen, texas could tear her throat out with her teeth in the blink of an eye, and it's too much to think that she can feel w's erratic pulse against her lips. if only she didn't feel like she was melting most of all, a soft purr hidden and muted in the very pit of her throat, her fingers scrambling for purchase and clutching at the front of texas's bra. ]
Wasn't that the plan?
[ it's a joke, but w can barely make it more than a breathy hum in response. maybe she's not as lost as she thought she was. her hands slide easy enough beneath the cup of the bra and squeeze into soft flesh; her other hand works between them, unthreading texas's belt, popping the buttons beneath it. they probably don't need to both be stripped down for this, but like hell she's about to be the only one. ]
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she doesn't latch those teeth down, she teases with them in nips and nibbles. almost like a pup. she knows better than to bite down when it's unwanted for someone that happens to enjoy covering her partners in teeth marks, as she's begun to learn about herself. that might be more the baser instincts of lupo talking, but she's keeping an eye on w. she's still a sarkaz and can easily snap them into being on the floor from their positioning.
something to ease that tension. nothing would help them if w winds up too tightly without letting out some of that frustration and more she's feeling.
texas can handle her own, but that's nothing new. she might shut down on occasion when it worsens, but she's starting to get there more in that regard, too. her bra is a nice black and silk one. pleasant to touch, run ones fingers along smoothly when she slips out a breathy sigh of her own at her breast being squeezed. her gloved hand does the same to w's thigh. the leather of them against bare skin must feel interesting, if w wasn't demanding that glove off yet.)
True....
(she caught the tone, thankfully, in how she hums that out between nips. texas does know that was already on the table as a necessity. she's the one with the chips and somewhere for people to crash at when they had to. her belt coming undone catches her attention, sure, they both didn't need to strip, but she's not minding. it's easier to move whenever they're not....distracted, to put it lightly. being against the door with this might get uncomfortable even if texas has made things work whenever possible.)
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but she can't say the danger of it all doesn't make her blood sing. maybe someday when she isn't ready to cut a bitch at the drop of a hat she'll even ask for texas to show her how sharp those teeth can really be. for now, it's just exciting, same as it is when her hands squeeze and texas sighs, when texas squeezes into the meat of her thigh and w loses her mind for a split second and feels her panties dampen. the warring bodily power of it all is as fascinating as it is intoxicating.
anyway, she likes it here against the door, climbing texas like a siracusan sapling. there's a nice dull thud to make when she lets texas's trousers fall free and tangles her fingers in the fabric beneath them and snaps her hips forward eagerly, rattling the door on its hinges. an even nicer sound when her fingers fold across texas's forehead to shove her head back, so she can bow her own and repeat the same routine down texas's chest, mirroring those slow, careful nips when she gets to her breasts. the taste of her is like a drug, exhilarating in that forbidden and dangerous kind of way, and it isn't long before she finds a nipple to worry between those needling teeth of hers.
she'll push down the remnants of her dress when she can. it's not a pretty sight: there's that cavernous web of scar tissue across her torso where she was fatally gored before babel swept her up into the sky, her flesh so busy with old burns and battle scars besides. no signs of oripathy lesions, oddly enough, but she's a sarkaz and definitely diseased. at least she's distracted enough to feel divorced from whatever texas might think — she's lucky to even be here to see this, honestly, anyone else who's ever seen this much of her skin isn't around to tell any tales about it now. but the bridge of w's nose still burns pink as her dress pools at their feet and the cool air of the room deepens the shivers thrumming through her shoulders. ]
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however, it is also is tempting to respond that day she gets asked to just show. she can't bite down deep enough to draw blood is the unfortunate thing, didn't mean she couldn't make someone infected or not into a pin cushion from the sheer number of teeth marks she can give if allowed to let loose. that's the other thing about texas, poking that sleeping wolf in her meant someone was in for a ride. didn't matter if it's like now or not, the settings on the wand should be fine. it's not like she'll start full power knowing it's a massager at its core. texas learned that the hard way whenever she tried that personally herself (not her finest moment) not to assume that much about them.
against the door it is, then, is something texas thinks briefly to herself. she would have kept going to try finding any particularly sensitive spots on her neck, somewhere she could tease more, if not for the interruption when her head is pushed back. the pressing of their hips together once her trousers drop to the floor. all she has left is those tights and black silk panties. she doesn't need to say anything, but she did notice those scars. worse than her own. the only one that seemed life-threatening had it gone deeper is from a familiar blade. along her hip to her stomach, a gift before she left columbia and siracusa. on the bright side (not that she'd admit this out loud) she doesn't find w's body repulsive.
she has no room to talk, not even to judge. not in the sighs she lets out, the shiver running down her at her nipple being toyed with from teeth. seems her enjoyment of turning her partners into pin cushions goes both ways, again, not that she'd say it. a grind of her hips is against w's for that, a rut (not entirely) while texas rubs into her thigh. she's distracted thoroughly, but checking to see if the toy is set to low. thankfully it is, otherwise she would have wanted to strangle whoever runs this resort more for giving a magic wand with one setting.
....not the worse thing she can bet that someone would want to kill the house over.)
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w expects, no matter what, that texas will eventually want to kill her, and that this will hurt. as well it should: life is suffering. she's heard ines sob a trillion times for whatever hoederer does to her in their tent, and she knows well enough from the war that shit like this can be devastating. there's no reason she can figure that it shouldn't be that way for her.
and now that she sizes that wand against the whole of her naked body — it's huge and sounds powerful. she can't take her eyes off it, her head lifting off texas's chest to track its movements. the soft buzz of it already makes her skin crawl, and for a moment, her hips steady and stop. she begins to maybe sort of regret her dedication to doing this against the door.
but she's no fainting little bitch. much as her stomach is sick with the threat of the unknown, she's not about to back down when it's texas. her fingers lock around the back of texas's neck, her gaze burning as she growls: ]
Fuckin' do it.
[ tear her apart with that thing, or whatever. what's a massage? the word almost certainly doesn't exist in sarkaz, where people toil til they drop from their muscles snapping, where every innocuous thing is expected to draw blood and spread agony. a word like that could mean a litany of terrifying anythings, and w's gone tense again though she's doing her level best to play it off, like she's now fully invested in pulling down texas's tights halfway with her hands, the rest of the way with a rubbing ankle. ]
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but this is addicting enough, it can feel like living while trapped here.
it can work. sometimes a girl needs to let her mind go and far be it for her to complain about providing that, it won't stay sweet and gentle. there's no input from that annoyance on her hand, that just means that she didn't have to focus on it deciding to flare and talk whatever shit it felt like. must be because she's feeding it. ugh, but she does understand this. not even from the things she's done while stuck there. some part of her considers it lucky she didn't try hunting people to go after them for her needs as a stupid werewolf. she was a mindless beast at the time, mindless and hungering. demanding. maybe her body wants something similar to that again with the sensation of not thinking about anything. just rutting, fucking, whatever.
she did half think they could move (honestly that would have been better) even if they've come this far. she expects her back to be scratched up, based off what she knows. hard enough to draw blood and leave whatever cuts w damn well pleases on her. texas herself? she has to keep her steady, she knows that much. help keep her steady, don't breathe a damn word after this like she intends when the low buzz is there filling the air.)
Keep a good grip on me.
(she totally expects if she intensifies it that it won't be a good idea, if she pumps it up then it'd be on w's request. okay. with that said (and her tights dropping to the floor) texas isn't speedy about it just in case to keep giving her that idea of being in control as needed. not with bringing the wand near, not with pressing the top of the massager against w's panties, right around where her clit would be at. she'll have to see what her back looks like after.
if she even survives.)
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she just wants to, the moment that wand is on the move. she'd thought her panties would have to come off for this — not so it seems, because texas isn't giving her any further directions. there's just the sound of buzzing sinking low between them, and then...
that's fucking it. w doesn't even get it at first, her fists balled against the back of texas's neck for no good reason, gaze locked on hers in what was unshakeable determination and has slowly succumbed to pure confusion. nothing about this has sucked so far, if anything, it's the opposite, and it's just something w doesn't get. ]
... Oh.
[ and then she feels it, a twist of texas's hand to set it right against a spot that flares beneath that buzzing. right, that spot, it's not as if w is such a terrible prude she's never played with herself before. it's soft and gentle enough that it isn't immediately alarming; her body takes care of that part, her breath huffing hot against texas's chest as she begins to pant, her face flooding with heat. she really needs to find a hole to crawl in and die for the mistake of letting texas see her like this. she feels so warm suddenly and her first impulse is to pull away, but stubbornness keeps her fast in place, and now there's something else compelling her to drive harder against it, smothering the wand between their bodies.
her teeth grit hard, locking in a word that was almost texas's name. the bet was that she can't scream, and she doesn't particularly want to yet, but how mortifying would it be to make any other noise? it really doesn't matter when that heat keeps building and she needs to breathe through it, her jaw yawning open to emit a shattered whisper: ]
Fuck.
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they're far too scared after the earlier display from w, and from texas glaring like she would have torn their throats out with her teeth.
not that she would, but the sentiment was there. vulnerability is what she hates putting herself through, so what good would bringing it up after do? the bet was more to help. seems like it did, from the way that way her fists balled up and how w resisted that urge to scream. half saying her name, half not. the whisper was enough to tell texas she made the better choice in using the fabric of her panties to act as a layer between it and her clit. pressing it on her bare clit might have very well caused a near loss, especially if she did get told to turn up the settings any.
their bodies near pressing more together is driving her mad, that stupid spade mark almost laughs again. as usual, it's mocking her. whatever, she didn't need to get off. not any time soon. she'll be okay, this isn't her needing it for anything more than them trying to prevent what would be big consequences if she doesn't play the game. even if w might not be able to spend those chips she'll get from this, that's also fine. it's still pocket money for when she has her own time.
chump change as some might view it, but in this hellhole people struggle all the damn time. herself included, so she wants to meet some of that determination with her own by seeing it through. w being stubborn was the other helpful thing, she would have stopped had she needed to with using it for a time if w couldn't endure it for now. nothing, no comments on her expression or how mortifying this must be. she's not the sort to tease or that kind of woman to torture someone on the receiving end of something like a wand of all things. maybe they should be happier it wasn't one of those clit suckers.
now that would have made texas want to throw it into the crowd, she hasn't used those, but she's seen them around the love dove. often with a terrified expression. like hell she would want to put someone that hasn't seemed to have touched herself if any before through that. or that's her assumption, the scent of arousal is thick enough a lupo like her can smell it from there.)
Easy....I won't turn it up past this unless you're really sure.
(because this was partially, cellinia's fault for obtaining that stupid wand.)
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she's been curious, sure, but she's never, ever made it here. panting, mindlessly rutting, her mind abuzz with the sensations, so fever-hot she's practically melting down texas's chest. if she were alone, she'd probably give up right here, horrified at how quickly her body needs and demands more, but it should be worse that she's not. she should hate that more.
texas's voice could be another vibration that she rides to wherever the fuck it is she's going. her skin is just as warm, and surprisingly soft too when w's stonelocked jaw brings her whole head down into a bow against it. the scent of her, the feeling of those strong shoulders beneath her clutching hands, they've turned enchanting in their own right when w wasn't paying attention. a part of her wishes she'd touched texas more before she demanded this.
as for those nails — never believe everything you've heard. w's nails are chewed to meager little stubs and largely harmless, even as they skitter frantically over texas's skin. the worst damage they do is to tangle in the hair at the base of her neck, pulling when w's body is wracking itself with heavy, sob-like breaths. ]
Don't you dare— [ her toothlessly rasped snarl is broken by a sharp gasp. ] — go easy on me.
[ it's maybe too late to start running her mouth about that; she's already trembling all over, her thighs doused and dripping from where the toy is spreading along her wetness. even through her panties. she really can't catch her breath suddenly, can't stop pulling harder and harder at texas's hair, and much as she loathes when her body does anything she hasn't commanded it to, there's no stopping this too-quick rising of tension between her thighs.
it feels too good and the sounds it's ripping from her are worse than mortifying. the bet was she couldn't scream, there weren't any other rules beyond that. flush-faced and spilling right over the edge, she can lean into all that inviting skin and suckle at texas's tit until her mouth's plugged full and come so hard it blacks out her vision. all this flesh is her one anchor while she drifts in and out.
turns out the screamy part comes after. texas neglected to mention that, not that there's any reason she should have. that sensitivity keeps climbing and her face crumples in something close to pain, her hips stuttering, automatically backing her off the toy no matter what an example she's trying to make here. if it feels like a defeat, w's finally too fucked out to care. ]
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texas does have her needs too, her body is running hot, and she's having to ignore that spade mark again trying to cut in. luckily it didn't decide to go straight to full on her, mainly because she's doing something instead of ignoring her needs like some players are prone to. texas is more than guilty of that, but she's not going as far as to play it off into her having an incoming suit activation. she isn't stupid.
she's pulled down closer when w's fingers manage to tangle in nice and proper, at this point they're body to body. texas has a good grip on w's thigh and isn't being hasty to test the other settings on her. it said that they needed to use it in a sex act, not go for pushing limits. and maybe she would have liked to touch her more, but god, is she not going to say that. that can be blamed on a certain thing that's been an annoying voyeur. not a word, nope, she'll dance around that subject as long as she has to.
she doesn't need more problems in her life (bit hypocritical of her, isn't it? since she openly invites them) that might kill her. she almost wants to point out and snap back with a comment on this not being that easy. whatever, she won't. that'd kill the mood and she's got enough common sense to stray from doing that. the same way that she does with having to keep it down herself.
fuck. naturally she is quite sensitive along her breasts in how she growls out her moans. tugged down, kept close, her well manicured claws dig into w's thigh from the grip she has on it. not deep enough to bleed, she actually has something that can get a bit bad if she did start digging into the skin like that.)
....later.
(that was to her not going "easy" on her, if later does happen. she's impressed, though. the stubbornness of the sarkaz is always intriguing, not that cellinia has gone near any as partners. honestly, it's a bigger mystery on how she has some manner of experience. or maybe it's not.
that depends on who gets asked, it's whenever w goes flying over the edge that cellinia remembers, she didn't warn her about that. she won't count her being loud after climaxing as a loss, if only because she did want to reward that stubborn streak with something. the lupo has her eyes on her face as best as she can, amber watching and making a note if she might be pained or not (while keeping her held upright, maybe pulling it back when she pulls away to help more) given this was a helluva way to get used to things in the golden peacock. she's planning on switching this thing off in a minute.
....and maybe realizing she owes w new panties.)
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were it not for all of these variables, w'd probably figure that texas is done with her. or hope that she is, because she can't imagine that pulsing, smarting sensation between her legs will subside anytime soon. but texas seems to like what w's doing with her mouth, and w's not really ready to stop rubbing against her thigh yet. who knows? those growls could be a warning and texas is seconds away from biting her head off instead. she's not certain that'd ruin the mood either.
now that she doesn't have to keep playing chicken with the wand, she tilts her head and drags her lips over texas's other breast. that's about when she becomes aware that texas is watching her, which sinks some sparking, live wire sensation deep into her belly. she's been watching this whole time in that quiet, observational way. w should have known better. it was always stupid to try to keep this air of bravado going beneath a gaze like that.
she lifts her eyes too, fixing texas with a stare that brooks zero commentary, please. ]
Tell me what to do.
[ she knows she can slide one warm hand over the breast she's made messy with her mouth and tease the other with those bites texas taught her — her teeth pull gently at a nipple to try to incite more of those growls. but that alone obviously won't get her very far in a place like this and she wants to know this whole world of debauchery she's stubbornly locked herself away from. again, if it has to be anyone watching her lashes fan low as her red little tongue rolls out of her mouth... at least she finds she likes the taste of this one. ]
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maybe she's responding from her observations: the low growls, being turned on (not a word will be said on that), and maybe somehow finding present company to be more appealing than she'd also like to admit. the baring of her teeth, guttural and like something predatory yet restrained. is she tamed or is she good at hiding it is often the question that most ask, but she's liking it. from the way her eyes are dark in hunger. strongly, wanting.
getting teased isn't helping her maintain her composure, not from how they're pressed body to body. teeth teasing her breasts, a hand grabbing at the other. she wants to know, huh? she caught the first message, naturally, she wasn't going to say a word to that no matter how her expression contorts with pleasure mixed into more baser instincts. having a lupo in the bedroom can be unique like that, nobody knows how one might act from how their own responses to these things.
texas just so happens to be a low growl and snarl type of woman when she's really feeling it.)
Touch me....grind down against me, however you want to do it.
(a low purr, the toy was discarded to the floor. dropped like it served its purpose after a flick of the switch. she's not paying attention to that any longer, they didn't have a timer to worry about counting down into doom. what was going on now is....definitely not what one would expect from w and texas of all people. not a single person would know, that's for sure. she'd keep her mouth shut while also expecting the same on that. even if texas did find she had a similar line of thinking, that she doesn't mind w's taste. that she likes that, too.)
Be as rough as you want to.
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if these were any other circumstances, she might laugh or tease or press that advantage for fun. her body reacts first, though, her hips rolling back against the luxurious ache of those nails, her mouth so full of soft, warm flesh that her sigh becomes a drifting, soundless vibration. one hand weaves between them, finally tracing those gruesome scars texas carries from battles of the past, finally squeezing into those strong hips, at last raking texas's underwear down her thighs.
she's never touched anybody like this before, barely herself. there's a soft hiss when her fingers are near enough to realize how wet texas feels, a sensation that makes her leg squeeze tighter around texas's hip, makes her rub her own damp crotch against her thigh. her mouth goes wandering, her tongue stinging at the column of texas's throat as she pulls her head back by the fingers grasping tightly in her hair, and those teeth...
w isn't afraid of them. she flicks her tongue between those lethal points to prove it as she eagerly crushes texas back against the door, as she begins to run her fingers up and down the soft, dripping flesh of texas's cunt. ]
How?
[ she doesn't need a map or anything, obviously, she's got the same parts. but she's also not about to start digging into someone who wouldn't want that. it's tempting, when whisking her fingers over that little hole makes them come away silky with slick, but she's quickly discovering it's nice to spread that around and get her fingers rubbing wet against her swollen lips and the hardening clit between them. ]
Like this?
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for now, she's going to pretend that she didn't just think about it again. she's going to have to help a bit, but sometimes letting someone have free rein over a body can be interesting, too. maybe. she's still learning what else she likes in this damn place, but it's probably nothing good for her. the scars are sensitive slightly, nobody has touched them before. then again, cellinia wasn't one for letting people get that far along to see them in a more intimate setting. not long enough to touch or trace them, anyway.
she's dripping wet whenever her panties get tugged off; soaked down to a rather obvious wet spot on her panties she won't be talking about after this. another thing on the "not mentioning this again" column potentially, but she's the one shoved back to the door now. positions swapped (and maybe her debating on hooking her legs around w's hips) without much of a fight. not right now. any fighting for dominance is best left for any other opportunities. texas can assume as much once her head finds itself tugged back again. throat exposed with another low growl, a moan leaking out into it from teeth and tongue going along it.
it might sound amused too whenever w flicks her tongue through those wolf teeth of hers, her own tongue flicks back against it. god, it made her squirm just about from how close she is to getting some relief. sometimes it can be unbearable, especially in this hellhole, to just sit and bear with it. this is going to be maddening while testing her restraint like this, but she's going to remind herself to be patient. she's the one that has somewhat more experience in comparison to her, which also means her more considerate side takes the lead.
while w runs her fingers along her dripping wet cunt, feels along her swollen lips and clit, texas had to remind herself immediately to be patient. that didn't stop her, though, from a needy roll of her hips into that explorative touch.)
Like that....fuck.
(normally she doesn't swear like this (she's been around people who have a potty mouth more as you can see) yet there are some moments where it comes out. not strongly like now, but strong enough that it gets more apparent how she's feeling about something or other.)
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What a dirty mouth.
[ this is an exciting new texas, one w might even admit she likes a lot. the hungry urgency in her driving hips, the way endless way she drips over w's fingers... what are the rules here? much as she'd like to break all of them, she needs to figure out how to get as much of this as she can stand. it's not enough just to pin her against the door and nip at whatever she can reach anymore. ]
Don't you dare blame me if it gets you in trouble.
[ oh right, there are none! except to be as rough as she pleases. still a crazy thing to say to a mercenary like w, and maybe texas will have a moment to think that little misstep over when the weight of w's leg on her hip shifts and her hold in her hair tightens and w bears down with everything she's got to send them crashing to the floor.
she won't make it terrible anyway, perfectly happy to take the full brunt of the fall before she rolls texas on to her back. what are a few rattled brains between friends? she mostly just wants the real estate to really spread texas out and get a good look at her, and indeed texas can hook her legs around w now if she really wants to, but not before w lifts one herself and chains gleeful little bites up her thigh. her free hand pins texas's chest to the floor — if that's necessary, she doesn't know, it doesn't actually make any sense to her why texas would ask to be roughed up without it all being a cheeky ploy so she can retaliate in kind. ]
Won our little wager, didn't I?
[ she's definitely considering something as her gaze roams over texas's body. 'use' is a really loose term too, she didn't even really think of it before she put it to a gamble, but she is liking the sound of using texas more and more. ]
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rougher than rough. that's part of why she didn't necessarily mind, regrets are left for the morning.
she only growls out lowly at w's "admonishing" as if to say she's part of why she said that. the other cause of it in his case is likely enjoying (no, texas doubts ragna is) the party somewhere in the resort. somehow she wound up with two foul mouthed people in her life. well, one is a friend and the other is....w. that's all she can label her. at least in a way that isn't like insulting for now. that can be later, too. she's not that hard to get on her back, but the lupo did sign up for this. she told w of people she can "use" her if she wins. the offer of rough play in particular was included. it was texas putting her body on the line in a similar way; that's just how most things work in the resort.
put your body on the line and gamble, gamble it all on if you survive or not in this special hell. this wasn't anything different than that, she did say sex is considered a transaction. it only would be worse if cellinia wasn't good at disconnecting herself from the emotional side of it by now during her stay. technically earlier too than that, it gets easy to tell when she should watch herself for her own sake.
the feeling of teeth along her thigh causes her to hiss out more of those low and pretty sounds. she's trapped, pinned down with one leg held up and the other? well, it did naturally wrap around w.)
Like you can talk about having a clean mouth.
(she would have said "bite me", but that's happening already. no need to make it more literal in between their back and forth being....like this, for lack of a better term. that did leave the wager comment, she almost wants to take that back. she won't, a win is a win. she didn't get loud until the end. which. also means as mentioned she gets her body as a prize. isn't that funny? the last texas gave her body to someone like w as the other prize and there's some that would kill for that opportunity.
yeah. she might as well not back down, her grandfather didn't raise a quitter. she's an escape artist, sure, but the point stands.)
You did. Which also means the week of meals and my body included.
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[ w's been sharing barstools with seasoned mercenaries since she was a tiny tyke — she's got the mouth and then some. it's a point of pride for her, same as it was when she could hold her own on the battlefield too, when she could become one of them herself. texas is obviously cut from a different cloth, but why count her out of the fun? in fact, why let her count herself out of the fun at all? w's always wanted to be somebody's bad influence.
it doesn't seem like texas is going to start punching at her head or anything, though that leg wrapping around her does give w a reason to go still and careful for a moment. it's just what she did to texas herself, but go figure, w barely trusts even the most innocuous gestures towards her person. she can talk shit and tease like a pro, but she's definitely not yet used to touch at all.
she shrugs it off easy enough, resuming her little train of bites. the inner thigh's the most sensitive, where all the juiciest, most fatal arteries are, and it's delicious to sink her teeth in there too. she rakes her teeth right up to the very joint of texas's leg, then casts a low-lidded glance back up at her. ]
Maybe I wanna make you one of those meals. Chew you up piece by piece and show you what a dirty mouth I've got.
[ she bites little fading, pink crescents into the hard muscle of texas's abdomen, her fingers ticking over her stomach and pinching at texas's nipples. where she's settled between texas's thighs, she's fucking immersed in the scent of her arousal, such a heady fragrance she's almost whimpering with every low-trailing crunch of her teeth, but her head tilts before she can quite make it back to texas's pussy. instead, she'll start nipping at her other thigh, smirkingly pleased with herself. ]
I don't wanna hear a word from you unless it's dirty too. Now that I know you can speak my language, you're gonna have to use it if you want a fucking thing from me.
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or play and speak the language game wise.
bad influence meets the girl that isn't too hard to talk into doing bad things, she's got that vibe to her that she will. texas did notice the pause, she would have to be mindful, w seems like she would throw her or worse if texas doesn't. sometimes her quiet observations is helpful for herself when it counts. means she gets to memorize her surroundings better, probably notice things others might not while maintaining her usual attitude about it. texas tenses almost at the nip of teeth in more risky places along her thigh.
in general, maybe letting w go at her thighs was riskier than anything in her life. texas did half consider if she made a monster in how w keeps teasing with her teeth, but that's also the appeal. if she near shivered at them locking eyes, she didn't. she is not going to think her attractive. no way, even if she's going to lose her mind like this. she's got low pitch whines coming out her throat at the teasing. her nipples perk out easily from the stimulation to them, her sharper sighs are from teeth going in her toned abs.
she wants dirty? fine, she's not good at it, but she can let herself run with it. she might just have to remind herself of other cuss words she knows for that thanks to certain people in her life about that. the joys of being bilingual is useful, she might be a whimpering mess partially, but she does get the idea.)
What, gonna make me fucking beg now?
(does that count as playing along in how her tone got from mimicking ragna? heated almost, but also hungering. every bit a predator when given that chance, she might run with it. didn't mean she wouldn't bite her if texas didn't like something that was going on and not in a sexy way. well, or maybe in one anyway. that can go both ways right now.
hope the staff can clean a mess up if it gets real messy.)
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she's definitely leaving marks now, if only because her lips are getting involved now too, leaving hard-sucking bruises in her wake. she's only abstractly aware of it when what she's hungering for is a different kind of flesh in her mouth. the way she locks her lips around texas's skin is a performative effort to show her exactly that. ]
Yyyyeah...
[ it's really not taking long at all for her to claim up all this skin. she stretches like a cat, raking blunt nails down texas's sides, following the curves of her ribs, gaze locked on her reaction to it all. turns out teasing takes a double toll if both parties really want something, but she's collected enough to keep to the plan and this new little game she's invented, nibbling out a stubborn path all around where she truly wants to go.
she's not perfect, though. even a monster like her isn't immune to temptation. as her mouth works at that thigh in slow, tongue-lashing suckles, her antennae tick curiously against texas's flesh. she can bow her head a little and let one tap almost imperceptibly light against the more prominent flesh of texas's clit, but the taste she steals rocks her, makes her back arch and her ass rise in the air like she's in heat. ]
Beg me, courier. [ she pants hotly, her open mouth a wet mess as she rocks hungrily on her knees. ] Tell me exactly what you want me to do with this foul mouth of mine.
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the pain from her teeth, the bruises suckled in from her lips getting rougher. she can tell she wants more of her skin, the thin layer of sweat along it and the scent of texas hangs along closely. like rain, like subtle cologne. more than that (lone wolves do carry a unique scent to other lupo, not to any others) mixed into her body. if she's that hungry, she should play along with this game. it's her body that was the bet payment for "use" however w wants to spin it at any time. could be like now in this debauched resort.
could be another time, with less patience on both sides for the wait in this teasing going on. that look in cellinia's eyes is full of hunger, a lot of it. dark enough to make it almost seem like she's a step away from being a wild animal more than a human. restraints been something she's good at despite herself, as long as she had a reason to be and she's been showing considerable patience in not letting herself go so quickly. sure, she'll take responsibility for letting a feral monster rediscover how much she likes to bite.
(if only because texas is learning more tonight that she's into both giving and receiving those teeth marks.)
not all of her body had been claimed up like this, the growls low growls mixed into moans leaving her is a dead giveaway for that. the way she snarls out pleasured sounds, how one of her hands is digging clawed lines in the flooring (at least she doesn't have to pay for that) with each second it's dragged out. that light lick of her to get a taste did however, cause the hand that had raked those lines to dig more sharply in how she tenses. she's almost feeling like she actually is in heat from how much it's eating at her. texas isn't very good at this (honestly it'd be impressive if she was good at dirty talk knowing how she acts) but that didn't mean she was about to give up when she hisses out:)
....I want that filthy mouth of yours to eat me up. (surely there's more....) To fuck me nice and pretty, cover me in bruises and teeth marks. (oh. there it is, she honestly is groaning and whining from how much she's aching by admitting this. texas doesn't do this with making these admissions, much less begging, but it's something different tonight. she'll take it and run with it.)
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Oh, I'm gonna devour you.
[ that's just a matter of fact, a statement of the inevitable. she's going to put her mouth anywhere texas will let her and her teeth are coming too. right now, they gently catch the very edge of one pussy lip, her lips pursing for a soft suckle, her hands fanning over texas's thighs in case she gets any bright ideas about rutting up into w's mouth. of course that won't do, w wants her spread wide to soak in these soft kisses she's pressing to those reddened, slick-shined lips, wants her to feel her huffing breath heating where it aches the most, and she's just cruel enough to watch her face the whole time. ]
But if I fuck you... [ she rolls out her tongue, licks just the smallest taste of slick from beneath that enticing hole. ] I'm gonna really have to give it to you and it definitely won't be pretty. You said it yourself, you need it rough.
[ ok texas didn't quite say that, sure. who cares. w likes the sound of herself saying it. if texas wants to call her on it, she's already eyeing up those thighs again, thinking maybe she should work on them a little more. maybe texas ought to be black and blue and polka-dotted all over.
it'd sound even hotter if texas DID say it. she walks her dainty fingers up the inside of texas's thigh, rubs the pads of them in that same careful circumference around a hole that looks hungrier and hungrier by the second. ]
Say it. [ she urges with a smirk. who needs that stupid magic wand? she could get off just on that wild look in texas's eyes, her cunt clenching just off the realization of how close to the edge she's driving poor texas. ] Tell me how bad you need it.
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