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(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.
(damn it, this is torture, isn't it? torture, it's painful. that ache is there, and she's feeling it drive her up the wall. being turned on already from watching w closely earlier is one thing, getting turned on more by the teasing and being somewhat trapped is another thing. texas has speed, but w has more tricks up her sleeve than that. which makes the idea of a "challenge" between them interesting. like now with their patience.
one has more than enough, the other is excellent at self-restraint when she needs to be. such as now, even if she did feel that urge to rut up against w's mouth.
not that she could, those hands stopping her were enough to. the whine that leaves her, it's closer to an animal than a human in the pitch to it. though it's low, it's high enough it's heard. fuck. she's got more than enough heat running through her, all the way down to that cunt of hers that's dripping plenty. the grip on her thighs is telling her she needs to keep playing; she can say it herself that she likes the risk (more and more) and that little back and forth between them.
it's dangerous, but that's the way she likes it. give her danger, a lot of it. that little beast inside of her might never go away in its demand for this, because that's what also helps her feel alive. that risk, that danger. texas can admit as much to herself while breathing harshly, face flushed and that wild look in her eyes only growing. demanding. it wants to lash the fuck out, but texas won't allow that. not whenever there's a time and place for that to happen. that makes it less fun if she did cave to those instincts now.
too early. but not too early for her to feel herself being pushed to the limit in that urgency she's feeling. the teasing of her fingers running along her thighs, telling her what she wants to do and won't until texas answers. maybe she'd look good covered in bruises and teeth, looking like she just got out of a fight with some manner of burdenbeast or clawbeast. it's only fitting for the last texas who left behind everything that she could in siracusa.)
Rough me up.(she sighs it out, the growl underlying her voice is guttural. loud and hungering like those amber eyes of hers. if she didn't know any better, maybe texas would have thought she's a bitch in heat from the feeling she's getting.) Come on, I need it badly. I want you to fuck me hard, merc, because if I have to wait any longer I'm going to go crazier. (that magic wand can honestly sit in the trash for all texas cares after earlier, this is much better. way better than getting off with toys in her own time.
so she'll purr it out how she is, in guttural sounds and growls. snarls of teeth, wildness edging into her expression just enough to suggest that she's not willing to back down from a challenge herself. as she said earlier to herself, her grandpa didn't raise a quitter. much less a granddaughter who was doing something that would make him and her father turn in their graves had the corpses not be burned in the manor.)
[ it really is a frightening look that anybody but w would know better than to invite the ire of. the last thing she'd ever do is let someone chew her to pieces without a dirty, dirty fight, sure, but how she loves the sounds that precede the unleashing of that bestial fury. it's half the reason she's doing this, like texas is a warm little instrument she can blow and finger to make all the prettiest sounds she pleases. if this ever backfires on her, she'll certainly have deserved it.
this time around, she's a bit too impatient. she can admit that. her fingers are wrapping texas's hip at the first sigh, a nice grip to control the rest of her body with. w's hands are pure assassin, feeling for weight, balance, leverage. she wants to really bounce texas between the fingers she's extending and the hold she's got on her, make her feel that first thrust all the way in the back of her teeth. anything else feels like it'd be sorrily anticlimactic.
before texas can even finish what she's saying (w hears 'fuck me hard,' and sure), w thrusts that first finger deep inside her. turns out that's a miscalculation, all she gets from that is her own low moan when it sinks in wet and smooth and obviously not enough at all. she pulls texas down again to feed her a second and that's so much better, more like punishing this gorgeous body with the soft slap of her palm when she bottoms out, the hand on her hip already rocking her back for more. ]
Don't think you're off the hook yet. [ w sounds drunk — on power or just on the special thrill of serving texas thrusts so hard they make her tits bounce. she still wants to use her mouth so bad, and her tongue stings teasingly at texas's clit between breaths. ] Better tell me just how much you love this, how bad you need me to turn this pussy out. It's mine for a whole week.
[ w will be spending that week right here, thanks, licking nastier and nastier phrases out of texas until she can't remember how to speak normal anymore. she starts with a few sucking kisses on the tip of texas's clit. ]
Take it pretty and thank me nice and maybe I won't torture you for the rest of it.
(another time and place this might have been worse, especially if this was back when texas had been dealing with her suit being a pain in the ass. well. more of a pain in the ass back during september. lucky them that she wouldn't bite, that would take a special kind of provoking for that bestial fury to worsen. that's one positive to her growling and snarling, but it's always a treat for anyone wanting to see something more feral from texas. cellinia doesn't always do this. not with threats of teeth, claws digging into the flooring that are leaving deep lines cut into it. bared teeth, hungering eyes.
it's a delicacy for those daring enough to push for it, those that are insane enough to get out of cellinia what was instincts she often leaves buried down. instincts that were worse in a fight (knowing that she fights to kill often) not to show mercy. didn't matter who was on the receiving end, other than the one time she allowed someone to live being lappland. that's not a story she's willing to talk about here. not when she's in the middle of being tortured.
tortured into trying to say filthy things, dirty things and curses that would have made her mother had texas known her blush. maybe even that bastard she called her father disown her as his child if he were still alive, a disappointment to him in that regard.
she thought for a moment she didn't say enough, that is until w's fingers thrust deep in her. both of them after that pause. the guttural sound she lets out is something she chokes on, a mix of growl and moan and whine. yes, that was what she needed. fuck. deep inside of her with those hips of hers rocking along to each thrust of w's fingers. figures that she needed to keep going. she can try, but don't even be surprised is what she wants to say if she can't do anything other than crying out those feral sounds. the guttural ones, is what she wants to say.)
Shit....!(they're going to make a mess of this luxury hideaway they're in. does it matter, though? it's their week, they can spend the party pretending it doesn't exist. getting food when needed, sneaking back no matter their cards. although it would have been funny had they checked.) Fuck, don't stop....please.
(her voice is thick with urgency, neediness. when was the last time someone had her in this state? pleading? croaking out like this? texas can't quite remember. nobody in the resort had tried. it wound up usually being texas was on top and in control, but she didn't mind that. sometimes a change is nice and good. even if....said change is her being made to cry out cuss words and dirty talk. while getting finger fucked into seeing white for a second there.)
I fucking will. I'll take it all away in a fucking second if I don't hear that mouth.
[ texas isn't the only one who can growl, and sure, her own rumbling little threat is hardly a contender in terms of volume and presence. it's barely even voluntary; watching texas swallow up her fingers and leak steamy hot fluids into her palm with every thrust has turned her throat thick with renewed and reinvigorated arousal, her chest heaving with the effort that it takes to breathe through the ache. texas should really always be this beautiful — she should forever get no farther away than the very tip of w's fingers. ]
'Thank you, W, for pounding this pussy so good.'
[ she'll even help! in that teasing, silkenly-purred sing-song, the same sort she might have used to taunt texas and her team from the rooftops back in the day. let texas remember, make it impossible for her to forget exactly who it is twisting her fingers deeper and deeper with every hard tug on her hips, who it is she's pleading for more from. maybe w's got her suspicions all wrong and texas is like this for everybody who pokes her down here, but that shit won't be happening on her time anyway. this is her week to not only use texas, but make this part of her all her very own.
fuck pretending or being shy about it. w serves her strokes she'll feel all week and spares a few torturously elusive licks to her clit until it twitches right against her tongue. all this need is doing something to her, settling over her in a fevered haze, her face on fire as she purrs: ]
Fuck, courier, you're so fucking hot inside. I think you're gonna melt right here in the fucking palm of my hand. Might as well beg me to ruin you right now.
[ she's still got so many fingers left, still has this wide open mouth waiting. and she doesn't even care if texas crashes into her face so violently that she can't breathe until her lancing fingers send her rocking back again, it's a point of pride when the lower half of her face comes away wet and warm, when she knows it's probably an awful misery to lose the sweet but fleeting suction of her lips. the one thing w definitely isn't shy about is getting filthy in any regard, and if texas has still got an eye on her (which she should, w's not waggling her tongue until it aches for nothing), she'll even see her delighting in it. ]
(if texas was like this for any girl there, she honestly might have sooner wanted to die than keep going. so, this was different. most of the time she wasn't that wolf who would, she was however hard to get down by others from her own desire to not let another person get on top if she could help that. well. that and she naturally did take the lead often, but she's having to keep those pretty sounds going. raw, low rumbling sounds. growls, heat is welling up in her stomach, like knots tightening up ready to burst the longer this goes on. ugh, did she have to say that? she does have her pride, but on the other hand? she might lose her mind if it stops.
which means she has to keep going. keep going cellinia, paybacks a bitch and all that jazz if she gets pushed hard enough to do that. another time, anyway. it's her that made the bet, her loss. she can manage that. though it's not going to sound cute, she can put it in her own words and somehow the idea she might wind up cussing like a sailor was not on her list of things that texas expected from her stay. the company she keeps really is full of bad influences for someone that doesn't swear all filthy (only two, but you get the idea) in a normal day by day case for her.)
Thank....you for fucking me so hard I can barely think about anything but your fingers inside of me.
(she recognized that tone, exusiai really wanted to teach her a lesson. texas wasn't about to let that happen. to texas she knew taunting could go south if they fell for any provocation their way. they're still couriers. not a military group, but the emperor ran the girls like a familiga of his own. without the bullshit of one. she's running hot and at a point she's going to all but lose her mind more if this stops. the more she pumps those fingers hard and licks teasingly, the more texas moans like a bitch in heat. lucky them that nobody else in the resort got to see her looking this "pretty" on the floor. all spread like a meal and hungering borderline feral desire. her hips are rutting along near frantic, trying to in that rough grip.
maybe failing, maybe not, but that frantic and desperate attempt at it is not stopping. as thought, she's got her eyes on w, those amber eyes full of something wild. how can texas hide she has a side of herself like this? she just can. she's good at it, that wildside is something she hardly has let anyone else see. the only person that has....well, there's a reason why she wants more of it. she's lethal when texas lets it out in a fight, more than that.
and maybe she thinks to herself w being lit up like the best worst thing in her life has some manner of appeal. she's attractive, texas can say that. she wouldn't have made that bet if she wasn't feeling it, she's picky when it comes to who can touch her whenever she doesn't know them too well.)
Then fucking ruin me, come on....
(fine, try and ruin her, w. texas can't say she would hate to see her try. that might take a bit, but that's the thing with texas. she never makes doing that easy any other time after someone gets a taste of something from her.)
[ it's a start. texas definitely doesn't have w's say-absolutely-anything-to-get-a-reaction philosophy on dirty talk and talk in general, but w's used to guiding greenhorns up the ranks. she's done it with w squad, she'll do it right here buried in texas's cunt too. just a little practical application of positive reinforcement she thinks and they'll be well on their way. ]
This shit's gonna keep you up at night. Don't think I'll let you shake me outta your head so easy.
[ her laughter is dark and muted, cut off where she leans in to press her lips to texas's pussy again. the hand on her hip comes away just to swat at the seat of texas's ass, a quick sting of pain to keep them on the right track. she'd said rough, and w's barely gotten to be ungentle. easy to say when texas isn't the one who has to keep flicking her gaze back up at those burning amber eyes, wondering when the wolf will show her teeth.
she simply won't give her the opportunity. while texas's flesh is still rippling from her slap, she dives forth to bury her face and lock her lips around texas's clit and suck hard. maybe there's an art to this kind of thing, w doesn't know or particularly care, she's too fascinated with how it feels to itch the point of her tongue up the shape of that poor little bud stuck fast in the inextricable vacuum of her mouth. she sucks her own cheeks thin and hollow, her lashes dusting across her cheeks as she exhales a satisfied sigh through her nose.
those churning hips — now w provides the scaffolding for them, cupping her hand beneath texas's ass to feed each thrust of them into a devastating crush against her face. maybe she'll bust a lip or fracture her nose if she gets texas going with enough force, it certainly seems like she's intent on trying to get one of them to break. and the more violent it gets, the more she very plainly delights in the noisy slurps she's definitely not holding back for any sense of decorum. ]
(honestly, she might have kicked her if she said anything too out of pocket. but that's just texas. she's always like that, nobody is safe from her almost giving them an ass kicking for some manner of commentary. not her friends (well, the emperor is safe with sora) or anyone else that made that mistake to cause her to grab them by the ear and leave. exusiai is living proof that someone can sound dumb enough to make texas of all people react in what she does, or what she says, since cellinia has done this to her often. more than most would give her credit for.)
Trying to be a new nightmare for me?
(that's all she gets out, that....sounds right. probably. it is w, she wouldn't put it past her to do that. or that's what she was going to add whenever her ass becomes the next target by how she almost jolts. god, she better count it lucky someone didn't decide to mess with the sensitive base of her tail. no, that shouldn't be counted out. she's already getting closer to the peak, even if she can admit that w looks a little too attractive for her own good like this. fucking hell, if this comes back to haunt her next in some form? texas might genuinely wonder what's wrong with her and her type, being silver haired women that aren't the most mentally sound.
the thoughts of course are cut off like her words, aside from a string of siracusan curses whenever w takes her clit in her mouth and sucks that hard. seems she forgot for a second that columbian was her first language, not siracusan. funny given how frantic that was while she has to remember, this is w. there can be something of an art to it, but sloppy and messy might suit the mood better. texas has surely done it more "politely" in not almost killing her partners (wolf tongue and all) from her own time spent doing similar.
she's getting tighter around w's fingers, she can't even tell if they're still inside of her cunt from how this is going. it's quite the overloading of her senses between the pain and messy suckling. her hips might rut, roll, whatever, but if texas did manage to hurt w with that much she'd be more surprised. hurt during what feels more like messy fucking than a punishment for losing a bet in cellinia's case.
[ well now that's a question w doesn't even have to answer, save for the dark little giggle it rouses from her in the first place. there's no mistaking the way that w eyes her, even from this low, nearly-prone angle: there's trouble enough for far more than a week in that gaze, a deep thrill that shows no signs of overstaying its welcome. she's only just begun, after all; if this is to become a nightmare, there's no telling where it'll lead them in the end.
for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]
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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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one has more than enough, the other is excellent at self-restraint when she needs to be. such as now, even if she did feel that urge to rut up against w's mouth.
not that she could, those hands stopping her were enough to. the whine that leaves her, it's closer to an animal than a human in the pitch to it. though it's low, it's high enough it's heard. fuck. she's got more than enough heat running through her, all the way down to that cunt of hers that's dripping plenty. the grip on her thighs is telling her she needs to keep playing; she can say it herself that she likes the risk (more and more) and that little back and forth between them.
it's dangerous, but that's the way she likes it. give her danger, a lot of it. that little beast inside of her might never go away in its demand for this, because that's what also helps her feel alive. that risk, that danger. texas can admit as much to herself while breathing harshly, face flushed and that wild look in her eyes only growing. demanding. it wants to lash the fuck out, but texas won't allow that. not whenever there's a time and place for that to happen. that makes it less fun if she did cave to those instincts now.
too early. but not too early for her to feel herself being pushed to the limit in that urgency she's feeling. the teasing of her fingers running along her thighs, telling her what she wants to do and won't until texas answers. maybe she'd look good covered in bruises and teeth, looking like she just got out of a fight with some manner of burdenbeast or clawbeast. it's only fitting for the last texas who left behind everything that she could in siracusa.)
Rough me up. (she sighs it out, the growl underlying her voice is guttural. loud and hungering like those amber eyes of hers. if she didn't know any better, maybe texas would have thought she's a bitch in heat from the feeling she's getting.) Come on, I need it badly. I want you to fuck me hard, merc, because if I have to wait any longer I'm going to go crazier. (that magic wand can honestly sit in the trash for all texas cares after earlier, this is much better. way better than getting off with toys in her own time.
so she'll purr it out how she is, in guttural sounds and growls. snarls of teeth, wildness edging into her expression just enough to suggest that she's not willing to back down from a challenge herself. as she said earlier to herself, her grandpa didn't raise a quitter. much less a granddaughter who was doing something that would make him and her father turn in their graves had the corpses not be burned in the manor.)
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this time around, she's a bit too impatient. she can admit that. her fingers are wrapping texas's hip at the first sigh, a nice grip to control the rest of her body with. w's hands are pure assassin, feeling for weight, balance, leverage. she wants to really bounce texas between the fingers she's extending and the hold she's got on her, make her feel that first thrust all the way in the back of her teeth. anything else feels like it'd be sorrily anticlimactic.
before texas can even finish what she's saying (w hears 'fuck me hard,' and sure), w thrusts that first finger deep inside her. turns out that's a miscalculation, all she gets from that is her own low moan when it sinks in wet and smooth and obviously not enough at all. she pulls texas down again to feed her a second and that's so much better, more like punishing this gorgeous body with the soft slap of her palm when she bottoms out, the hand on her hip already rocking her back for more. ]
Don't think you're off the hook yet. [ w sounds drunk — on power or just on the special thrill of serving texas thrusts so hard they make her tits bounce. she still wants to use her mouth so bad, and her tongue stings teasingly at texas's clit between breaths. ] Better tell me just how much you love this, how bad you need me to turn this pussy out. It's mine for a whole week.
[ w will be spending that week right here, thanks, licking nastier and nastier phrases out of texas until she can't remember how to speak normal anymore. she starts with a few sucking kisses on the tip of texas's clit. ]
Take it pretty and thank me nice and maybe I won't torture you for the rest of it.
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it's a delicacy for those daring enough to push for it, those that are insane enough to get out of cellinia what was instincts she often leaves buried down. instincts that were worse in a fight (knowing that she fights to kill often) not to show mercy. didn't matter who was on the receiving end, other than the one time she allowed someone to live being lappland. that's not a story she's willing to talk about here. not when she's in the middle of being tortured.
tortured into trying to say filthy things, dirty things and curses that would have made her mother had texas known her blush. maybe even that bastard she called her father disown her as his child if he were still alive, a disappointment to him in that regard.
she thought for a moment she didn't say enough, that is until w's fingers thrust deep in her. both of them after that pause. the guttural sound she lets out is something she chokes on, a mix of growl and moan and whine. yes, that was what she needed. fuck. deep inside of her with those hips of hers rocking along to each thrust of w's fingers. figures that she needed to keep going. she can try, but don't even be surprised is what she wants to say if she can't do anything other than crying out those feral sounds. the guttural ones, is what she wants to say.)
Shit....! (they're going to make a mess of this luxury hideaway they're in. does it matter, though? it's their week, they can spend the party pretending it doesn't exist. getting food when needed, sneaking back no matter their cards. although it would have been funny had they checked.) Fuck, don't stop....please.
(her voice is thick with urgency, neediness. when was the last time someone had her in this state? pleading? croaking out like this? texas can't quite remember. nobody in the resort had tried. it wound up usually being texas was on top and in control, but she didn't mind that. sometimes a change is nice and good. even if....said change is her being made to cry out cuss words and dirty talk. while getting finger fucked into seeing white for a second there.)
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[ texas isn't the only one who can growl, and sure, her own rumbling little threat is hardly a contender in terms of volume and presence. it's barely even voluntary; watching texas swallow up her fingers and leak steamy hot fluids into her palm with every thrust has turned her throat thick with renewed and reinvigorated arousal, her chest heaving with the effort that it takes to breathe through the ache. texas should really always be this beautiful — she should forever get no farther away than the very tip of w's fingers. ]
'Thank you, W, for pounding this pussy so good.'
[ she'll even help! in that teasing, silkenly-purred sing-song, the same sort she might have used to taunt texas and her team from the rooftops back in the day. let texas remember, make it impossible for her to forget exactly who it is twisting her fingers deeper and deeper with every hard tug on her hips, who it is she's pleading for more from. maybe w's got her suspicions all wrong and texas is like this for everybody who pokes her down here, but that shit won't be happening on her time anyway. this is her week to not only use texas, but make this part of her all her very own.
fuck pretending or being shy about it. w serves her strokes she'll feel all week and spares a few torturously elusive licks to her clit until it twitches right against her tongue. all this need is doing something to her, settling over her in a fevered haze, her face on fire as she purrs: ]
Fuck, courier, you're so fucking hot inside. I think you're gonna melt right here in the fucking palm of my hand. Might as well beg me to ruin you right now.
[ she's still got so many fingers left, still has this wide open mouth waiting. and she doesn't even care if texas crashes into her face so violently that she can't breathe until her lancing fingers send her rocking back again, it's a point of pride when the lower half of her face comes away wet and warm, when she knows it's probably an awful misery to lose the sweet but fleeting suction of her lips. the one thing w definitely isn't shy about is getting filthy in any regard, and if texas has still got an eye on her (which she should, w's not waggling her tongue until it aches for nothing), she'll even see her delighting in it. ]
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which means she has to keep going. keep going cellinia, paybacks a bitch and all that jazz if she gets pushed hard enough to do that. another time, anyway. it's her that made the bet, her loss. she can manage that. though it's not going to sound cute, she can put it in her own words and somehow the idea she might wind up cussing like a sailor was not on her list of things that texas expected from her stay. the company she keeps really is full of bad influences for someone that doesn't swear all filthy (only two, but you get the idea) in a normal day by day case for her.)
Thank....you for fucking me so hard I can barely think about anything but your fingers inside of me.
(she recognized that tone, exusiai really wanted to teach her a lesson. texas wasn't about to let that happen. to texas she knew taunting could go south if they fell for any provocation their way. they're still couriers. not a military group, but the emperor ran the girls like a familiga of his own. without the bullshit of one. she's running hot and at a point she's going to all but lose her mind more if this stops. the more she pumps those fingers hard and licks teasingly, the more texas moans like a bitch in heat. lucky them that nobody else in the resort got to see her looking this "pretty" on the floor. all spread like a meal and hungering borderline feral desire. her hips are rutting along near frantic, trying to in that rough grip.
maybe failing, maybe not, but that frantic and desperate attempt at it is not stopping. as thought, she's got her eyes on w, those amber eyes full of something wild. how can texas hide she has a side of herself like this? she just can. she's good at it, that wildside is something she hardly has let anyone else see. the only person that has....well, there's a reason why she wants more of it. she's lethal when texas lets it out in a fight, more than that.
and maybe she thinks to herself w being lit up like the best worst thing in her life has some manner of appeal. she's attractive, texas can say that. she wouldn't have made that bet if she wasn't feeling it, she's picky when it comes to who can touch her whenever she doesn't know them too well.)
Then fucking ruin me, come on....
(fine, try and ruin her, w. texas can't say she would hate to see her try. that might take a bit, but that's the thing with texas. she never makes doing that easy any other time after someone gets a taste of something from her.)
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This shit's gonna keep you up at night. Don't think I'll let you shake me outta your head so easy.
[ her laughter is dark and muted, cut off where she leans in to press her lips to texas's pussy again. the hand on her hip comes away just to swat at the seat of texas's ass, a quick sting of pain to keep them on the right track. she'd said rough, and w's barely gotten to be ungentle. easy to say when texas isn't the one who has to keep flicking her gaze back up at those burning amber eyes, wondering when the wolf will show her teeth.
she simply won't give her the opportunity. while texas's flesh is still rippling from her slap, she dives forth to bury her face and lock her lips around texas's clit and suck hard. maybe there's an art to this kind of thing, w doesn't know or particularly care, she's too fascinated with how it feels to itch the point of her tongue up the shape of that poor little bud stuck fast in the inextricable vacuum of her mouth. she sucks her own cheeks thin and hollow, her lashes dusting across her cheeks as she exhales a satisfied sigh through her nose.
those churning hips — now w provides the scaffolding for them, cupping her hand beneath texas's ass to feed each thrust of them into a devastating crush against her face. maybe she'll bust a lip or fracture her nose if she gets texas going with enough force, it certainly seems like she's intent on trying to get one of them to break. and the more violent it gets, the more she very plainly delights in the noisy slurps she's definitely not holding back for any sense of decorum. ]
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Trying to be a new nightmare for me?
(that's all she gets out, that....sounds right. probably. it is w, she wouldn't put it past her to do that. or that's what she was going to add whenever her ass becomes the next target by how she almost jolts. god, she better count it lucky someone didn't decide to mess with the sensitive base of her tail. no, that shouldn't be counted out. she's already getting closer to the peak, even if she can admit that w looks a little too attractive for her own good like this. fucking hell, if this comes back to haunt her next in some form? texas might genuinely wonder what's wrong with her and her type, being silver haired women that aren't the most mentally sound.
the thoughts of course are cut off like her words, aside from a string of siracusan curses whenever w takes her clit in her mouth and sucks that hard. seems she forgot for a second that columbian was her first language, not siracusan. funny given how frantic that was while she has to remember, this is w. there can be something of an art to it, but sloppy and messy might suit the mood better. texas has surely done it more "politely" in not almost killing her partners (wolf tongue and all) from her own time spent doing similar.
she's getting tighter around w's fingers, she can't even tell if they're still inside of her cunt from how this is going. it's quite the overloading of her senses between the pain and messy suckling. her hips might rut, roll, whatever, but if texas did manage to hurt w with that much she'd be more surprised. hurt during what feels more like messy fucking than a punishment for losing a bet in cellinia's case.
she'll definitely not be forgetting this.)
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for now, for once, w's mouth is occupied with far more important endeavors than taunting her latest mark. her eyes can hold that place for her, always watching, almost too intent and honed and calculating, not a twitch or grasp or growl missed for each accompanying twist of her tongue. after all, this is a brand new way to tear texas apart, even if it's a far kinder way of going about it, and w isn't about to be caught missing the kill switch in the heat of the moment — it's just not her style.
that tightness around her fingers, it's her cue to add another with one swift thrust, pounding hard into the molten clench of texas's pussy until they're buried and almost aching from the tension. not that that would ever slow her down; w rocks on her knees too, building more force between them as she drives them deeper and deeper into soft, swollen tissue, happy to let the crooking tips of them drag like she means to turn texas out completely.
it just makes her hungrier for that flesh in her mouth, to a crazed degree where her jaw aches from the strain she puts on it. the knowledge that whatever she feels, her greedy, over-eager little sips and slurps register so much more intensely to texas carry her through the negligible discomfort, embolden her to really dig in her tongue and pinpoint her attack on the more sensitive side of her clit. it's all dependent upon which reactions she can dredge up with her ambitious mouth, those twitches that make her double down, the growls that make her fingers drive twice as fast, her gaze unerring from beneath that now-sweated out curtain of silver hair falling over her face. ]