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Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

...I wonder.

[Surely Glory is saying that to be mysterious and not because she didn't actually think of a motive for this kidnapping narrative.

She leaves it at that as she starts to pull Shrike's clothes open]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she sucks in a sharp breath, a quiet whine in the back of her throat, and squirms to the extent that she can against the sheets. ]

Ah—that's, that's really...

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

It's what...?

[Glory doesn't take any of Shrike's clothes off, which would be difficult anyway with her hands shackled, but she does undo her shirt enough to bare her chest and tug her pants down enough to see her underwear and the curve of her hips.

Once she has done that, she traces the tip of her knife over Shrike's stomach, with light pressure, just enough for a hairline scratch.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Nnnnn—

[ she bites down on her lower lip, and reflexively tugs at the chains, which of course don’t give. ]

...hah, fuck, it’s—good.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

Oh? You like that?

[She doesn't manage to make it sound surprised, her tone teasing.]

And it can heal you, too, right?

[At the end of the scratch she changes the angle of the knife to pierce directly into her skin, deeper.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Hhh—it can, but, but that doesn't mean you can just—

[ she sucks in a sharp breath; it still hurts, even as the cuts seal themselves, but in an exhilarating kind of way. ]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She withdraws the knife, turning it in her hand casually as she moves to straddle Shrike's leg so she can both hold her in place and get closer]

That doesn't mean I can just...?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she swallows hard, drawing in a shuddering breath. ]

...just... do... whatever you want?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

Is that right...? It looks to me like I have you at my mercy and I can do anything I want to you, right now.

[She shifts the knife to the side so she can lean in to kiss where the wound was, open-mouthed against bare skin.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she makes a fluttery little moan, arching into Glory's lips on her skin. ]

I guess you... really, really can.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

That's right.

[She kisses her stomach again as she holds the flat of the blade to Shrike's side, under her ribs, turning it slowly so the edge bites into her skin.]

And I want to make you make some more noises like that.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Hhhh, that's... hard to resist...

[ she hisses a sharp intake of breath, tensing as she tries not to move too much. ]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[The blade cuts deep enough that a few drops of blood well up and run down her skin, even as Glory presses her tongue into Shrike's navel.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she shivers, bodily, hips canting forwards against her, slightly, and makes a brief, sharp sound in the back of her throat in between shallow breaths— ]

Aah—nnn, it feels so...

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[She moves the knife, but only up an inch or so to make another parallel cut, as her tongue drags slightly lower.]

So...?

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ she gives a shaky laugh; it's getting hard to actually stick to the loose roleplaying they have going on. ]

...........fuck, I'm really turned on.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[Glory lets out a light laugh in response, against her skin]

Well, that was the goal.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Thanks for indulging me, by the way, although it—does seem like you're also having fun...

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

...Of course. I like doing this sort of thing... not-seriously.

[raises her head slightly to look at her properly]

And I do really like seeing you like this.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

Ah—

[ /////// ]

...mm, and, I mean, er—you're... pretty hot, doing this.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[////////]

...Thank you. I'm... glad.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

But, ah... don't let me interrupt you, though.

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

[smiling]

Right. Where was I...? I think about here.

[She tugs Shrike's panties down so she can swipe her tongue down over her clit. Her knife rests gently against fresh skin on her lower hip, not enough to break skin—unless she were to, say, squirm against it.]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[softlyfalling]

[ oh—

oh no it's really hard not to squirm and she does, in fact—hips pressing forward against Glory's tongue, back arching slightly, and the blade bites into her skin. just a little, but enough to draw a red line across her skin, to summon little beads of blood up to the surface, and her moan cuts off in a sharp whine. ]

Re: Day 285, afternoonish?

[rollplayinghouse]

Is that good...?

[Glory raises her head to ask, but doesn't wait for an answer before moving to do it again, tongue pressed against her and the knife steady. Her free hand settles on the inside of Shrike's thigh, pressing her legs open a bit more, but also keeping the contact so she can judge how she's moving.]