Re: Morning After Pills

Wed Mar 12, 2014 4:23 am

Truth be told, no. She hadn't thought about any of her con schemes ever since she stepped foot in his apartment. It had been just fun, chasing him around; the one man who never allowed her too close. She was just content with that and maybe along the way, she came to the delusion that she did this because of liking him. Perhaps even adore him. So, when he accused her of foul play, Yume couldn't help but flare up a little, insulted.

"I'm not up to anyth...!"

Impatient, was he? Her heart pounded too hard in her ears, as he willingly went in to kiss her. That never happened before, no. What little anger she had from his accusation melted away merely just by his willing touch. The backing was uncomfortable, what with the window sill digging into her skin. A few sudden movements made her suddenly hyperaware of the open window and her risk of falling out. Yume, at times, tried to blink back into reality and edge somewhere more solid, only to be violently ripped back into Demon's control.

What was this? She never had to struggle. She was always the one to be in charge. It was not so much a gentle guide on his part either. It was like he was consuming her all. It was overwhelming and she had no choice but to give in. How the tables have turned, indeed...

Her hands gripped on his shoulders and she pushed him away, with intention of only breaking off the kiss. Yume was out of breath already and felt the hot flush from her face extend through her body as it clung onto the lingering elation. She was... confused to say the least. How did he...? It couldn't have gone that quickly. Of course she would know herself better than he did. So, how did he...?

"What did you do to me?" she demanded, but recent happenings reduced her barely into a whisper. She almost regretted breaking it off, but she refused to think and let this relationship lose her control.

Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:18 am

In the end, everyone was human. The more he bent her the wrong way, the more he was convinced that she too could be made to look like a person, rather than an ephemeral idea. Her struggling only tightened his hold, like a bear trap that tightened when strained, until he had memorized the taste of her mouth. So it was understandable that he'd be aggravated when she pushed him away by his shoulders, as if she were trying to turn back the tides in her favor, he only became more forcible. What he had not expected was the quivering hi-hat of her breath to shudder out. He even stopped for a moment when it happened. Many such waves usually hit the shore, but some shores were just more susceptible, he reasoned. Of course he'd heard of these sorts of things, but never encountered one until now.

The grin that spread over his visage was equally as ill-intentioned as it was childish.

Behind all that confidence and bravado, was this little secret? As if he had uncovered a treasure, he took her away from the window. The timing could not be better, because the land lady from the bottom floor stepped out to her front yard only a moment later. Out of some instinct or divine interruption, she looked up, almost seeing the bare back of Yume's. "Asuraaa! Get up already, we're headed to the bazaar today! You promised to help!" With one hurried motion after the next, he was back on top of her, the coiling shape of their bodies set again to intertwine. Fuckin' old lady, he grunted mentally, while on the outside his room remained eerily quiet - with the exception of some squeaking of course. "I'm going to do it again," he whispered back, his eyes uncertain on whether to look into hers or dote on things lower. He chose the former, some misguided sense of manners managing to find its way into his thought process.

"Maybe a few more times, really. But what do I get in return?"

She knew what he wanted in the long run. He wanted to know more about who it was that was following him. His distrusting nature was not one to flee at the fluttering of libido. But how deep had he gotten lost into the undulating motion of things? That's when the door downstairs creaked open again. The old lady was coming out to call for him again, but before she could he yelled out: "I'll be coming in a bit!" He just so happened to still be looking at the girl beneath him.

Wed Mar 12, 2014 5:55 am

Frustratingly enough, her blush had still yet to die down and it only flared up more with that goddamn grin on his face. Oh no. This cute little asshole thought he won this battle already. Allowing herself to be picked up, she fell back onto the bed the next minute. Trapped. Again. It was just in time with a sudden yell from some old lady calling him down for some brazzer- no wait, bazaar. It was bazaar. God, Yume squirmed around a little to adjust to her comfort. She just couldn't think straight right now.

But that name... "Asura?" she murmured breathlessly, looking up at him. "Like a god?" Demigod, wasn't it? But she was not one to be that well versed in the literature of mythology. She smiled, laced with a lovely high and another mix of relief. She found out his name. Finally.

Shakily, her hands reached up to her sides, gripping onto his forearms. It was surprising how different he seemed when he was whispering instead of yelling at her. It only made Yume crave for more, shamefully at his whim. The witch winced a little though, at his sudden shout to the unseen lady and she pouted. Her hands found the back of his head again and she tugged, pulling his head closer to her and she huffed, turning her head to the side as indication of where she wanted him to be.

"Isn't this enough?" Yume was still adamant on clinging to the last of her dignity, but of course, she knew that wouldn't fly anymore. Her chest still heaved, her heart was racing and her head fell into a haze. One could probably call this a trance, a suggestible state for questions and answers. Against her conscious, she started to become desperate, foolishly so, for his command. So she offered, twice as foolishly:

"What did you want?"

Thu Mar 13, 2014 5:52 am

This was all out of character - for her to look at him this way, like a cocoon pealing away to reveal what lay beneath. It's working, he realized, it's working like a fuckin' charm. He really couldn't be bothered with the old lady downstairs, but at the same time, he didn't want to hang her out to dry. He hastened, to whatever degree he could, as she let out her delicate white flag. 'What did you want', she had conceded, probably his only chance to pry out the answers he wanted. 'Why are you really following me,' was likely going to be his first question. The years had made him distrusting. But Asura now scrambled for what else he wanted to know. The elixir, of course, was something he'd need to ask out of necessity. A trickle of his sweat slipped down onto her cheek, bringing his attention back to the expression she wore.

Desperation.

Searching, his mind squirmed through all of what he wanted to know, while his body did something similar. Without being close to the window, the heat was easy to rise, and their interaction had gone from something intentional into a repetition whose intervals only grew shorter. "I want you to do it again," came his words, moments before they were muffled against the skin of her neck. This time when his teeth clenched together and the veins along his flesh slithered to life, it was not out of anger. "And again." Then, like sin melting into chocolate, his questions for her melted into the skin of her flesh, lost somewhere between her jaw and her collar. 'And again', he thought, undulating with the recurring ecstatic impulse that was making a very convincing argument about how he should spend the afternoon.

Thu Mar 13, 2014 3:32 pm

Yume racked her mind distractedly, preparing herself to find the answers which he sought from her. It was obvious that her answer before was unacceptable to him and he'd only press her for more. She prepared herself to lie as convincingly as she could for the next thing he would ask. Or at least, make it as vague as possible as she could. W-Why would she have to give up her entire game in exchange for just this hour of heaven? She won't have it...

His next few words were a demand as she should have expected, but a demand of all the wrong reasons. Yume shuddered a gasp as her body almost immediately obeyed, restarting over and over again as his every wish given to her sounded like a command. Commands she just had to obey. Was this what they call hypnotism, she wondered briefly through a small window of sanity, before falling back entranced again. Of course it wasn't. It was merely the simple fact that the witch lost to the demon. But as time ticked frantically by, the more it appeared that the demon became the witch's god.

"A... Asura..."

Calling for his real name instead of her usual playful 'cutie' pet name sounded just so foreign. Weak. Her head stayed pinned to the side from his teeth clamping onto her neck. She was sure that those unusually sharp teeth had broken her skin. Pain was a sensation Yume was not exposed to a lot in life and even was avoided as best she could. So when the delicate skin of her neck really did draw blood, she only yelped now, in compensation of the scream that actually wanted to escape. Quivering, she had already concluded that pain was something she didn't like, but the overwhelming waves of euphoria confused her mind to believe otherwise. It was so hard to speak...

Fri Mar 14, 2014 12:43 am

It was hard to pinpoint exactly when the idea of flipping her over came to him. Really, when do ideas ever come to us? For Asura, it was usually where luck and preparation coincided. But while he rode the waves of highs and highers along with the witch, neither fortune nor preparation were on his side. The Demon was just a dog to impulse, having missed his chance to question her, and probably about to miss any upcoming windows. So when he finally did part contact with her and turn her around, he had the luxury of blaming his more base animal tendencies. He considered the pillow case, the blankets, or even her panties that lay on the floor a bit away, but decided against all of them. "Don't scream," he grunted close to her ear as he began doing what she must have at least considered that he'd do.

He had, albeit it was when they had first met, made her this promise. And even though at that time it was out of aggression and this time it was out of some succumbing to a repressed desire, it was still somehow significant that he should do it. The mounds of her flesh were coerced apart. A solitary kiss upon the center of the newly revealed rose was Yume's compensation package. Because he felt generous, he doubled and tripled it, but impulse caught hold of him once again, and before he knew it, he was onto her and pressing slowly. His hands found hers held them against the sheets of his bed as their bodies converged at a new spot. His face was next to hers, turned now to face her, desperately curious to learn how she would take it.

When the pressing stopped an aching stillness overcame him. It felt like a cave constricting around him, and it was difficult to break the motionlessness. But with slow, labored motions, he dragged her into a lower common denominator under the hope that she too could find a home in vulgarity.

Sun Mar 16, 2014 12:33 am

Being thrown around like a ragdoll was not a particular past time Yume enjoyed. And even less so was any activity by her most sinful area. She debated protesting but the proximity of Asura's body against hers was the closest she had ever experienced.It was almost suffocating.

Don't scream.

"W-What...?"

She almost did. Immediately burying her face into the mattress, her hands gripped onto the sheets tightly. It was getting harder to breathe. She turned her face to the side, incidentally facing his directly, and rewarded herself with new oxygen. Her breaths were laboured and heavy and she only allowed herself to whimper. He went slow... painful but slow... Her body tensed up more often than not, through it wasn't her intention. She was trying. Trying not to hinder his movement anymore than her body already unconsciously did.

It was so hot. She was burning up. And eventually, the slow and painful actions of her so-called god became painfully slow. Sounds that did not usually come from the witch, not even from activity minutes before, echoed something guttural and almost inhuman. His heavy body restricted her own movement and she was helpless to do but succumb to the crashing waves of elation he wordlessly pulled from her. Over and over.

Sun Mar 16, 2014 2:31 am

Each step he took forward was a direct reaction to a step backwards that she had not taken. She didn't scream, so he picked up his pace. She didn't turn away, so he picked up his pace. She hadn't tied to wriggle free from beneath his imposing presence, so he picked up his pace, until the clap of their flesh returned to the same rhythm that it had been before. The constricting nature of her body had only added spice to his concoction, and did not stop it. It was a challenge to incorporate to make the result more complicated, a mural that had the reds of pleasure blended in with the blacks of pain. When his left hand moved over to her hair, the instinctive grip he applied was the rough one that he had used before.

And it felt natural to push himself up onto his elbows and yank her hair back. Of course his other hand would squeeze acutely at her throat, intensifying his background motions until he felt the familiar crumble of her larynx inside of his hand. It wouldn't kill her instantly -- at least not until the choking did its part. His growl, then, felt like the most natural thing he had done all morning.

But he awoke from the temporary day-dream, realizing that he had done nothing beyond holding her hair. And upon meeting her forehead with his own, his eyes half-closed in madness, he could not bring himself to keep the harsh hold. And instead, his fingers loosened while his panting breaths made soft signs along the surface of her lips. Was this his olive branch? A tongue that found its way into her mouth? It felt like a satisfying thing to do, but it took some effort to ignore the sudden urges that had welled up. Some things never change, he told himself condescendingly, while he kissed her like he had never kissed another girl before. Still just a dog out of hell, he insisted, when his caressing touch through her hair begged to differ.

"Ready?"

This time, having her wrapped in his right arm while his left held her head close to his own, it was not necessary to part with her before rolling her over. On the bottom and imprisoning her form above his own, his tongue conveyed to her's what his body was only now beginning to realize. He had not been careful enough, and now, he had crashed head first into his limit. Pulling his lip away from hers he made the shape of words whose message she had already received through the powerful tremors that caused him to hold tighter.

After the gift she had given him, this was the least he could do in return.

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Sun Mar 16, 2014 10:29 pm

Guess it wasn't so painfully slow anymore. He drove her higher and higher into the clouds until eventually, he paused. Yume opened her eyes in brief annoyance and half heartedly glared. Why did he stop? Before she could speak up, she was cut off, caught up in how close his face was to hers; how his breathing was just as heavy as hers; how his body was as hot and sweaty as hers. The one thing she didn't expect though and so ensnared her so enchantingly was just how gentle his touch was with her hair.

Ready? He asked. She fought his tongue for dominance. She's been damn ready all morning.

"Mmm..." She was rendered speechless though and rightly so. Delving deep into his kiss, she hardly noticed the change in their position, though she had instinctively grasped onto his arm. Her legs slowly bent up, feet stretching outwards and toes curling, she whined as he parted his lips from her. The pains of separation was short lived though. Her gasp was soft and her bodily response, immediate. The place of sin was one of remarkable sensitivity. As such, the worries of the responsibilities that would follow minutes after dampened through her ecstasy. She kissed him, an uncharacteristically chaste one this time, and sighed out softly.

This was just her own little moment.

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