I need your opinion on something. You have time, right? 💝
[ not that it matters, because attached to this text is a photo of shuten in a dressing room, wearing an unbuttoned collared shirt and... not much else. she's bent forward in such a way that the pale pink of the fabric just barely covers that space between her thighs. ]
[ Now he wasn't born yesterday. He knows what she's trying to pull. Still, it's a bad time; he's in between auditions, and the picture prompts him to duck into a nearby alley. Her ensemble is always scant, yet a glimpse of her skin and what she almost shows is enough to get him hot under the collar. He's not sure if he'll make it to this next one in time... But there will always be other opportunities.
He looks for the nearest bathroom. ]
it looks great! matches your horns but i can't see it from this angle mind taking another for me?
[ but she'll dutifully send a picture from another angle, this time the shirt is half-buttoned, and her legs are crossed. the natural hang of her breasts underneath the shirt is obvious, but if shinssin looks closer he'll notice that she is most definitely not wearing underwear. ]
[ He's settled into a narrow cubicle, phone in one hand. The other has begun smoothing the cloth over his length, a slow massage as he types out his next message.]
[ but she'll oblige, unbuttoning all of them and letting the shirt hang open. her breasts are still covered and her legs are crossed, but one hand has slipped between her thighs in the picture. ]
[ Dangerous as she is, Shuten is a sight to behold, and he loves it when the beauty indulges his every desire. That's what demons do, he supposes. They reach for the darkness within you and twist as they pull it out. Oh, but he doesn't mind. This is better. Life is so much easier when he chooses the rules to follow.
Yan Qing leans back after he types his message, stroking his stiffening cock with more purpose. ]
[ she awaits every return text with a slightly flush, warm face, eyes turning toward the door of the changing room every few seconds. shuten isn't worried about getting caught, but she knows there's only so long she can have this to herself.
she can't drag this out for too long. ]
Typing to you, my bright Star. Why, do you want it to do something else?
[ Then, a picture from him: an open shirt framing his sculpted torso, scales and peonies on display, unbuckled pants tugged down to reveal the thick base of what he wants inside her. ]
let's do it together
[ Together, like always. It's never been that way until her. ]
[ immediately upon seeing the picture, heat overtakes shuten's face and neck, and she can feel her body ache for him. just looking at him brings back a flood of recently-made memories, and her lips suddenly feel dry.
but she's not to be out done, and when she returns his text its with a photo of her hand under the shirt, over a breast, obviously digging her fingers into soft flesh. yet, it seems she's still not showing him much of anything... ]
Ah, I like it when you say things like that, darling.
[ she hasn't had someone insist on 'together', either, and it causes a knot to form heavy in her stomach. ]
hey i told you to open it, didn't i? why are you shy now? it's just the two of us
[ The messages are near rapid fire, feeding her image after image. ]
i wish i was with you then i could be where your hand is my mouth right there sucking on your tits til they're raw then i'd move down spread your thighs apart you'd be dripping wet so i'd clean you up with my tongue inside and out and i wouldn't miss a single spot you taste so good...
[ this has gone way out of her control. shuten had a plan — well, she had an idea, but... perhaps this is the reason why she let ibaraki talk strategy with the lower ranked oni, her idea seems to have gone off the rails.
it's fine, though. she's adaptable. her thighs press together because yan qing's right: already she's slick with want, and it wouldn't take much for her to unravel. ]
But I did open it. 💖 See? All the buttons are undone, you can see my curvy breasts and my voluptuous hips.
Ahh, but if you were here, I would be caught. While your tongue slid inside of me I could not help myself. I would cry out [ she has to stop typing for a moment to draw her fingertips between her thighs, gently massaging her clit to stave off the worst of her arousal ] and they would find us. It would take too long for us to untangle because my hands would be in your hair, my curvy legs over your shoulders.
We'd have to make them watch as I come.
But that can't happen if you don't tell me what you want. 💋
[ She knows what he means when he says open, but he supposes it doesn't matter now when both of them have their hands occupied. Fingers wrap around the bare length of him, beginning with a slow and languid rhythm until he builds up to something steady. He wants her hands in his hair, he wants her screaming his name as he delves into her flesh... It's not fair. She's always finding ways for him to come undone before she does.
But time and eloquence are luxuries he can't afford. ]
i want to fuck you so hard you won't be walking in the morning
it's inelegant, the way she slips her fingers between her legs again, darting them across her clit with intense fervor until she feels that heat overwhelm her. legs shake, and shuten bites back a moan into her arm as she sets her mind to pulling that climax right out of herself as fast as she can. there's no way she could do this still wanting him as badly as she does; she has to control herself, give herself some distance.
[ her reply comes in about two minutes, slipping her messy fingers into her mouth to clean herself up, pulling that button-down off of her shoulders and reconstructing her kimono and obi out of gold mana. ]
My darling star, you can do so much, but I do not think even you are capable of that.
[ the last photo she sends him is of her fully dressed, purple kimono hung down over her breasts — but her face is still pink from what she's had to do to herself, and there are obvious beads of sweat on her hairline. ]
You have an audition to go to, right? You should take care of that.
But do not let yourself finish.
If you really want to unbalance me you will need your full strength.
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what's up babe 😘
10/7;
[ not that it matters, because attached to this text is a photo of shuten in a dressing room, wearing an unbuttoned collared shirt and... not much else. she's bent forward in such a way that the pale pink of the fabric just barely covers that space between her thighs. ]
How do you think this color looks on me?
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He looks for the nearest bathroom. ]
it looks great!
matches your horns
but
i can't see it from this angle
mind taking another for me?
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[ but she'll dutifully send a picture from another angle, this time the shirt is half-buttoned, and her legs are crossed. the natural hang of her breasts underneath the shirt is obvious, but if shinssin looks closer he'll notice that she is most definitely not wearing underwear. ]
Is that better?
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[ He's settled into a narrow cubicle, phone in one hand. The other has begun smoothing the cloth over his length, a slow massage as he types out his next message.]
open it
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[ but she'll oblige, unbuttoning all of them and letting the shirt hang open. her breasts are still covered and her legs are crossed, but one hand has slipped between her thighs in the picture. ]
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[ Dangerous as she is, Shuten is a sight to behold, and he loves it when the beauty indulges his every desire. That's what demons do, he supposes. They reach for the darkness within you and twist as they pull it out. Oh, but he doesn't mind. This is better. Life is so much easier when he chooses the rules to follow.
Yan Qing leans back after he types his message, stroking his stiffening cock with more purpose. ]
what's your hand doing, babe?
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she can't drag this out for too long. ]
Typing to you, my bright Star. Why, do you want it to do something else?
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can you do that?
[ Then, a picture from him: an open shirt framing his sculpted torso, scales and peonies on display, unbuckled pants tugged down to reveal the thick base of what he wants inside her. ]
let's do it together
[ Together, like always. It's never been that way until her. ]
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but she's not to be out done, and when she returns his text its with a photo of her hand under the shirt, over a breast, obviously digging her fingers into soft flesh. yet, it seems she's still not showing him much of anything... ]
Ah, I like it when you say things like that, darling.
[ she hasn't had someone insist on 'together', either, and it causes a knot to form heavy in her stomach. ]
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hey
i told you to open it, didn't i?
why are you shy now?
it's just the two of us
[ The messages are near rapid fire, feeding her image after image. ]
i wish i was with you
then i could be where your hand is
my mouth right there
sucking on your tits til they're raw
then i'd move down
spread your thighs apart
you'd be dripping wet so i'd clean you up with my tongue
inside and out
and i wouldn't miss a single spot
you taste so good...
[ She's hooked, he knows.
This is how he makes her stay. ]
but it can't happen if you don't show me
darling❤
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it's fine, though. she's adaptable. her thighs press together because yan qing's right: already she's slick with want, and it wouldn't take much for her to unravel. ]
But I did open it. 💖 See? All the buttons are undone, you can see my curvy breasts and my voluptuous hips.
Ahh, but if you were here, I would be caught. While your tongue slid inside of me I could not help myself. I would cry out [ she has to stop typing for a moment to draw her fingertips between her thighs, gently massaging her clit to stave off the worst of her arousal ] and they would find us. It would take too long for us to untangle because my hands would be in your hair, my curvy legs over your shoulders.
We'd have to make them watch as I come.
But that can't happen if you don't tell me what you want. 💋
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But time and eloquence are luxuries he can't afford. ]
i want to fuck you so hard you won't be walking in the morning
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it's inelegant, the way she slips her fingers between her legs again, darting them across her clit with intense fervor until she feels that heat overwhelm her. legs shake, and shuten bites back a moan into her arm as she sets her mind to pulling that climax right out of herself as fast as she can. there's no way she could do this still wanting him as badly as she does; she has to control herself, give herself some distance.
it'll be worth it in the evening. ]
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[ her reply comes in about two minutes, slipping her messy fingers into her mouth to clean herself up, pulling that button-down off of her shoulders and reconstructing her kimono and obi out of gold mana. ]
My darling star, you can do so much, but I do not think even you are capable of that.
[ the last photo she sends him is of her fully dressed, purple kimono hung down over her breasts — but her face is still pink from what she's had to do to herself, and there are obvious beads of sweat on her hairline. ]
You have an audition to go to, right? You should take care of that.
But do not let yourself finish.
If you really want to unbalance me you will need your full strength.
And we will come.
Together.💖
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