skiamakhia | Let's do this thing.

Let's do this thing.

[Which is to say, in a wholly predictable series of events...Myoh, crazy person that she is, succeeded in what she was trying to do, which means there is a fully sentient cyborg dragon now existing in the world.

This naturally means quite a few people have been trying to kill her. This last incident, whether they were lucky enough to be there when the murderhobo wasn't, or just good enough to make it that close, she got shot. Nonfatally, of course, and then the dragon ate them, but this means she's been basically stuck in bed while she recovers.

It might be unnerving, how much she's sleeping--especially when it's clear that, even while she's asleep, she's aware of what he's doing, through every inch of the house. But hey! Maybe today she'll wake up. The stitches come out today, after all.]

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[He licks up her ear, then, and then leans back out of her face.]

Very well. I have always wanted to my own dragon...

[Squeaking.]

...Well, it's too late in the day to get started on the process tonight. So.

[Just going to lean over to honk his ass.]

Guess for tonight, nothin' to do but each other.

[Yep, that is a very nice ass and a look that borders on scary.]

I imagine you've got some desires, since it's been a month...

Oh, don't make this all about me...You're the one complaining about how bored you've been.

[Leaning up to murmur in his ear.] Or do you mean to tell me you aren't hard up at all, after a month...?

[He licks along her neck, up to her ear.]

Oh, I keep thinking back to how you got me to plead last time... I think it's time I got you back for that!

[She shudders, and makes a little noise, but that only means she's going to lick along his collarbone.]

Yeah...? Then bring it on.

[He bites her ear, pinches her ass in retaliation, and then spins her around.]

Bedroom, then. I'm not wrecking this table; I like it too much.

[Laughing, as much as she jumps at the ass pinch, and heading off for the bedroom.]

Right, right. You remember where it is, don't you?

I've been keeping an eye on you, sleeping beauty. I remember where you sleep. And even if I don't, I have your scent~

[He is following, not directly on her heels but it doesn't take him too too long to get to her.]

...See, to a sane person, that would be terrifying.

[But she isn't, and it isn't, and by the time she's reached the bedroom she's already gotten rid of her shirt so he can admire that impressive exit-wound scar. It's a miracle it didn't sever her spine, much less any organs, to be honest.]

But I'm more worried you've gone and found the more embarrassing shampoos I've got stashed.

[He just slips in behind her, then, running a hand down her back... and into the back of whatever pants she's wearing. He's paying especial attention to her ears.]

I liked the cherry blossom one, you should use it more.

[She was in bed, they're loose boxers that she probably stole from him. She's also shuddering and squirming around, trying to get a reach down his pants. Which is...tricky, in this position.]

Wouldn't have expected that one...y-you seem more like a cinnamon kind of guy...

Oh, I am! But you are much more of a cherry blossom person, though the pomegranate one was nice too. But I really like the whole package, I think you understand.

[He's kissing along the top of her spine, near the base of her neck, and just being relentless with the hand down her shorts, then.]

Aaaha....

[That's actually making it pretty difficult for her to stand, so she's given up on trying to grip for just finding a way to not collapse here.]

T-that...'s pretty romantic...coming from you, Lidan...

You're the one who decided she wanted me to stay, you know. You've got nobody to blame but yourself, especially once you drop pretense and just admit you belong to me.

[He's not being done being a jerk, not yet, but he'll keep her upright by, you know, groping what chest she does have, holding her against him.]

[Well, he'll have her squirming and groaning against him in fairly short order, then, and gasping to try and get out words.]

W-won't...be satisfied...until you're mine, too!

You're questioning my loyalty, when I watched out for you for a month?

[Pinching one of her nipples, then pushing her onto the bed while keeping a hand on her shorts. He either just pushed her out of it or tore them off and he doesn't care.]

Oh, now you've done it...

[That got a yelp out of her, but she'll turn as much as she can, once she's hit the bed, to give him a look that might melt a lesser man on the spot. That sure is some shades of truly unbridled lust going on there.]

Then show me, already...

Who said you had any right to be so demanding?

[He'll lean over her, though, still fully dressed, and lick over her breasts all the way back up to her.]

You made me ask last time, you think I'm going to be any nicer?

Y-you didn't...exactly...go quietly...

[She's moaning and squirming plenty at all that, but she's going to try and slide her hands up under his shirt if he's not holding her down.]

Do you expect me to believe you'd enjoy this if I didn't fight back?

[Yeah, his shirt comes off, and she'll remember the muscles and tattoos pretty much exactly as they were before her bullet induced nap.]

Oh, I love a good fight... But you've got no chance in hell.

[He leans in and kisses her right then and there. And it is... surprisingly sweet?]

[She is more than willing to kiss back, even if she's obviously a little thrown by how sweet he's being. Still, she can be plenty sweet, and hey, it's been a month. She's apparently trying to re-memorize his entire torso by touch.]

[Weird texture from tattoo, muscles, part where he squirms from being a little ticklish, all that fun stuff. And he's going right back for the hand between the legs, then, in response, while he tries to keep this kiss going as long as possible.]

[She does have to break the kiss to gasp when he gets down there, but she's perfectly happy to keep feeling him up, maybe heading on down south to his pants.]

[Well, she can, but he's not being even remotely fair about trying to get her off with just his fingers. Speaking of, he's just going to grope her, then, see how sensitive she really is right now.]

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