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( each kiss he gave her was like a drop of ecstasy straight to her heart. she felt higher with each moment they spent together, his touches and embraces a further affirmation he wasn't going anywhere. she still felt some way about it, a bit concerned he'd grow tired of her holding the leash called love but it seemed like he had no complaints. not with the way his hands parted her thighs, a breath of arousal stirring within her. her hands reached up to pull the collar of his top, pulling him now physically into her kiss.

soon though her right hand was gently dancing and skirting down the edge of his chest, drifting lower and lower to the top of his waist pants. without a word, without any warning she tugged on it and slipped her fingers further down until she reached the outline of his bulge. fingers rubbing and taunting, guiding him to become hard just for her. there was nothing more that reira wanted than to flood all of his senses with the essence of her. the taste of her sweet lips on his own, the scent of her arousal flooding his nose, the pain of her nails scrapping down his back on his skin. whatever she could offer him she would.

and soon? she was pushing past the boundaries of his closed lips, tongue lapping against his own as she moaned gently against his mouth. her belly was filled with a ravenous hunger, a hunger that would not settle until she consumed him whole. )

(he hadn't grown tired, not even once. the tug of the leash, the drag of his body closer to her. arousal was something often difficult to stir in him, but she's learned to coax it out of blade. whispers of it, the sounds she'd make when he touched her the way she was aching for from this sad and pitiful creature. who else could make him feel something so intense, so ravenous, but her? she could revel in it if she wishes, she could even beg him sweetly to worship her and blade would without complaints.

he tastes her lips, how addictive they are. his racing mind is quiet, silenced by tender hungering desire. reminders that he isn't as far gone as blade often believes himself to be, the sound of him grunting into the kiss and against her lips at being teased like this. blade feels the throb, the ache of arousal in how she taunts him. hardening, erect as it presses against her fingers and hand through the fabric. isn't it so wonderful that he wants to be good for her? the easiest stray to teach, the sight of his eyes filled with desire. hungering, craving. this pathetic man, this dog who'd bare his teeth at anyone for coming too close. beautiful and hers, for however long she sees fit. to be thrown away when that day comes for someone more capable, despite it all....he wishes himself he were good enough for more. beyond temporary love and romance.

past sex and what distractions blade offers alone. the taste of her on his lips, the feeling of her clinging to him with mutually felt arousal. doesn't she see the way he aches for her? it's so strongly, the ache and this love which he felt by no means good enough for. make him into a man she can't get enough of, a man that would treat her better than any past lover. if this eternity must be spent alone by him then he'd rather spend it for as long as she'd have him in her arms, as she drags him down beneath the fathomless depths of this sea called love. pitiful. ruined. he deludes himself so often into believing someone like her would stay, or would want him to stay. the ravenous dog that could turn and bite.

but he never did it to her, that's enough. with eyes darkened with hunger instead of insanity, with eager hands reaching to undress her during their mapping of her skin again. like it's the first again, reminders for his body to never forget were blade himself to ever forget. carving it all down to his soul to remember, this is how he loved. for this time that she had him, he would touch her the only way a stray hound might while expressing it.)

( it was difficult for reira to discern what exactly blade felt for her; only moments before she was sure he was on the path to running out on her, leaving her and viewing this as just another passing fancy. she of course had no right to stake her claims on a man she had initially used to quell her loneliness. however she couldn't help it, help but want to leash him up and be the sole person holding the end of it. she'd pull that thread little by little, making him addicted to her and almost accustomed to what she wanted. it would become rhythmic and a familiar ritual if she could help it, all for it to linger above an air of uncertainty as to whether or not this would be permanent. truly one of the most cruelest things she could do for a man who so wanted to please and be loved far beyond a temporary thing—

but she couldn't guarantee him anything beyond this moment. her work just didn't allow it, after all wasn't she supposed to be the pretty singer on stage, open and available to any of her male fans as a fantasy? not that she ever decided that.

since she could offer him a taste of heaven in this moment though, some vague sense of belonging, she'd do it. the heat of his cock erect against her hand and the way his fingers so brazenly undressed her all boiled to her moaning ever so gently against his lips, her own hot and heavy with desire. she was careful with him, always so generous and devout to pleasuring him during their encounters, but even she couldn't help but get riled up. it was so easy to taunt him, to whisper lewd little commands in his ear and see how he'd react.

she gently pressed forth, lips kissing his ear and teeth even biting gently on the lobe before she spoke once more with that purring, kittenish voice she could summon and command at will. )

You're so naughty Blade....are you going to fuck me over this counter? Or maybe you'll be a good boy for me and slide down between my legs, warming me up a bit first...

( as she spoke, her hand stroked him further, fingers curling against him and pumping as she moaned softly. )

(familiarity is already something that seems to be settling in more, he can say gradually that he's learned. his mouth is better closed and used in other ways when she gets like this, the same way she uses her own words as a weapon in those taunts and sweet purrs. riling him up isn't difficult when someone figured out how to do it. whispers, words given, the sight of him and that beautiful face of his twisted into something that wasn't the constant glare he's had in his eyes. does he not look lovely like this as well? the near push for her to lie back against the counter as best as she could, an arm around her instead as a hand rests against her upper back. he's slow. one might wonder, does he do it intentionally or is it perhaps from his own desire to engrave the moment in his memories as something he wished to never forget?

the tug of the leash, the pull of strings to lure him in further. all he has to do is be hers for a spell, used until she grew bored and decided he was no longer worth humoring. by then, blade might truly have lost what remains of himself and his mind. he's a broken man, so easy to teach. so easy to command like she's been doing with her taunting. he could be perfect to have as someone's ideal were it not for many things factoring into it. it didn't matter for now that he might never feel like a person beyond this temporary thing.

that she got him to desire love again only will break him into pieces once it's gone. there's no changing this fact, that he's come to acceptance he will be discarded one day by her own hand. her choice if she found something, someone, better than this broken man. this broken man who feels arousal running through him, the ache of his cock from it with the idle thought that he likely would do as she was thinking. not only fucking her over the counter, but being so good for her as he shivers.

the brush of her lips against his ear, the purr to her voice and how kittenish she sounded was only another thing that drew him in further. bury him at sea, drown him in love he'd never hope to recover from once it's only him again. destroy him if she so chooses, but he's as obedient as ever as his free hand rests against the corner of the counter. loathed as they are to separate when their moods reach this point with some....encouragement given, he knows what she might want more. why else would she mention wanting him to be good for her?

his grunts as are a soft rasp from the deep baritone he normally has in his voice, the sight of him going down for her as he glides his lips down her neck. her collar, he'll make the siren sing for him like she wishes to. blade can wait, after all, for the rest of it. he's hard enough it's noticeable thanks to her touch, so it's only fitting that he does what is expected of him as the dog he is.)

You're eager.

(it's said so casually, but expecting dirty talk from him is....hit or miss. he isn't skilled as he said before, the nice thing is his honesty leaves no room for him to be misinterpreted instead when it comes to these moments. he noticed it, not even minding it when he pauses at her breasts. to take a nipple between his teeth, to tease it with his tongue and suckle on it. kiss it, he must've been eager himself, seems like to worship.)

( the bathroom lights above illuminated the sinful scene unfolding beneath them, showcasing just how soft and translucent her skin was, heating up and heart pumping in eagerness as blade navigated himself around her small frame. it was difficult for her to admit it but she loved having him wrapped around her finger, pulling and inviting him to partake in such lewd little acts. there was no affirmation as to what they were, even as they spent more and more time together but no words needed to be spoken. she was sure of it now as he taunted and teased her in turn, taking his sweet time to indulge her—

she was his as much as he was hers. whatever souls were made of, she was sure theirs had been cut from a similar cloth even if their experiences were different. she could feel it in the way he went from being tightly wound up during their first encounter, to now calling her out for being so brazen. it made her chuckle a bit, her fingers reaching out to tangle themselves in the web of darkness that was his hair. the same hair he'd complained about before but the very same she adored.

with a soft little exhale of breath, she felt the way his teeth clenched gently down on her nipple, sucking on it and making her body come to life with soft little waves of pleasure. she loved the sight before her, him clung to her chest, sucking on her breasts with such a desperation and need to pleasure her. if she could keep him there forever, she could but even she was restless to have the rest of her pleasured. )

When did you ever know me to be patient? Don't you remember Blade? I'm a bad girl.

( a true demon lord as she'd been once called, far from earshot by nana. if only she could see this scene, the way a simple girl like her was taming a beast like blade through the power of love.

it was so dreadfully sinful. )

(it's so easy, isn't it? a tug of the leash, sweet promises, he wasn't difficult to control when this docile. that monster within his head silenced, silenced and quiet as he allows himself to be in a sense, controlled. he knows how to respond to her calls, her cries. he's learned it too well. indulgence isn't something he normally partakes in, which is what makes this all the more curious. that someone as ruined as this man could find himself attracted to her. wrapped around her finger, giving her the attention she craves more than anything from him. the distraction she wanted more than anything.

he's gotten better at this, at anticipating and knowing what she likes gradually. souls were interesting to think about, had blade been asked he might've called himself a soulless man even with familiarity felt between two who were so different and yet not at the same time. by all counts, his own life greatly differed than hers. the loss of his family, his home, and then what remained of what little time he had left before his twilight years would fade into eternal rest. but that never happened, if they were soulmates he might've called himself as undeserving of that. these small glimpses of what he used to be like coming out underneath. imposing, frightening, but mundane and calm. willing, eager. he isn't the beast he makes himself out to be fully.

he knows she's impatient, he likes that about her. her impatience directs him, coaxes him to stop holding back in whatever way this pretty siren wishes. he doesn't say anything when she threads her fingers into the lengthy mess of his raven and red locks. part of it hangs over his shoulders, half around his back, half around his chest whenever he starts to go down lower. he'll give her breasts more attention after he does what he does best in devouring her the way that reira wants him to.

and likely later, he'll let her help him tie back his hair before they find themselves going out again. somewhere, anywhere.)

....not that I'm any better.

(not when he wants something, the deep baritone of his voice sounds so breathy when he shifts about slowly. he must look so hungry for her, that look in his eyes suggests it. sinful, so sinful they are. he's already a sinner and blade would not be changing that at any time. it only is fitting that this sinner drags down to hell with him another. the flames threatening to take both of their souls, or maybe like in those stories he'd beg for one soul to be redeemed as his own fades to nothing in the fire.

it's almost sad to think of himself that way, to wish for redemption for her and not him if given chance. kneeling, his hands shift about again, their shakiness easing whilst blade rubs into her thighs. he shouldn't keep her waiting too long, when he licks his lips from that same hunger he's been feeling. for now, he needs to be the patient one instead when he starts to kiss along her inner thighs. to lick in-between each kiss, he's trying to tease her from what little he's learned as they carried on together.)

( it's a subtle and soft admission that escaped his lips as he spoke those words. they were enough to cause her eyes to widen, a little stirring to the mental image she had of him. up until now he'd been a bit more hesitant in saying much, or rather she assumed he had no comments to add to their lovemaking sessions; moments filled with passion. she was sure he was rhythmically going with her whims, like a machine working a purpose programmed into it. this admission filled her heart with a rush that made her lips part and a breathy moan slipped from her. the fear of separation had become an obsession, born from her being unsure of his feelings.

now? he made it clear this was double-sided, she wasn't the only one actually enjoying this. it was enough to make her tremble and shift on the counter as his body began to trail down her petite frame and between her legs. one kiss, a lick, a nip here and there and she's rolling her head back from anticipation of what's to come. if he pushed further, pressed into her skin at all, she's sure he could feel her heartbeat resonating throughout her body.

it was intense what they had going on, and it was clearly driving her wild to dominate such a man with all the voracity she had to offer with her feminine wiles. )

Blade....

( she'd been using her arms to support herself on the counter, but she shifted her weight a bit to return her hand towards his face, fingers brushing away a few stray locks before lowered a finger down to his lips. she trailed alongside it, taunting him a bit before pulling away. )

Don't hold back. I'm not as fragile as I look, you can be rough.

(his silence never truly was from a lack of words, but more from it being how he is. the silence is met with his reactions, his sounds. how he grunts, the sound of him groaning when she finds a particularly sensitive spot on his body despite this ruin to it. obsession is something he knows too well, he's obsession given form when it comes to his desires and what blade wanted most in his eternal slumber. but the problem is that obsession can slowly shift, change. what would happen if he became obsessed with her too, just like this broken and pathetic shell of a man has been the longer this goes on for? there's no way that he isn't. physicality isn't something that stays one-sided regardless of the efforts of the other person involved.

it changes. that had been part of why blade recalls movies he's seen briefly, ones that kafka had put on much to the dismay of silver wolf. they were filled with intimacy, intimate moments and love that bloomed. silent pictures, black and white films, sometimes certain ones from the 70s and 80s that she adored from her own retro tastes out of that large collection she had. humans are not machines, he might call himself an object to be discarded. a weapon, an animal, but humanity as a whole feels things and does things in strange ways. this is not anything different from their whims as some might've perceived it. except they would be wrong. blade knows that, he feels it strongly in every recent night they've been together.

his hands are shaky, but they feel her soft skin. he hears the breathy way she moaned, feels the way she trembles. does she understand what it does to him? maddening. she causes him to pause, to look up at her with those deep crimson eyes of his. lit like flames, burning and threatening to engulf them in his own way. his name was all it took to make him listen, to make him wait as her hand takes the chance to brush her fingers against his face. the lengthy strands of raven hair moved away to reveal both his eyes again properly when staring.

expectant. listening, whenever she taunts him by running her finger along his lips. another invitation. he thinks briefly to himself that his strength itself is....difficult, one shall say, to manage. he isn't superhuman, but there was a reason he was more mindful of exerting himself in the kitchen when he found the others had him on cooking duty. he's unfortunately gone through a few cutting boards while handling knives from not knowing that delicate balance at the start.)

....as you wish, then.

(better he holds back that monster, for the two of them. just enough of his strength can be used for this. but how would he approach that? there were things he saw in those films, surely, though he muses he can apply it here enough if it sounded feasible. it's almost like he has to consider it for a moment longer, before he opts to pick up where he left off. his lips brushing up against an inner thigh in further thought until he bites down slowly. not enough to make her bleed, he'd sooner be locked away and forced to die horrifically than cause that himself intentionally. enough to leave for her a pretty red mark, a ring of teeth for her suggestion.)

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( if he was looking for a lover with restraint, one who'd hold his heart with precious care as if it were fragile, he'd placed his bets on the wrong girl. reira did have the capacity to truly love and give him what he may have sought, but the road to that kind of unconditional love was long and strenuous. it was paved with endless sinful entanglements, toying with his ever-growing affections for her with her body. she wanted nothing more than for him to carve his path out on her body, leaving his mark and making her his—

just as badly as she wanted to do the same to him, pulling on that leash and forcing all of his attention to be just on her. it was the reason why their time together never just ended with one little moment of passion, a bit of just the two of them being a normal couple. he didn't have to say it, she knew they could never just be normal.

there's a hiss that escaped her lips as he treaded lower, teeth sinking into the firm and soft flesh of her inner thigh. it's sure to leave a deep and dark mark next day, but it was somewhere only the two could see and know about. she wondered if he'd be bold enough to mark her somewhere more visible, more daring—

a question that may come up today. )

That's my good boy....mark up my pretty little skin, show me how much I belong to you.

(he didn't need a lover with restraint, what he needed was someone willing to take control. tease him, unleash him. he wanted love as the craving grew, the obsession, but he knows what he is. a sinner, a monster. a sinner deserves little more than the sweet ache of these entanglements. the pull of the leash and to drown deep in it with utterances whispered that he is not to be absolved for his crimes. this crime of his is unforgivable. blade's body is a battered mess, ruined so deeply, webs upon webs etched into the skin made up of scars he carries. stabs to the heart, slashes to his chest, his arms, his back.

even his neck along the column of his throat holds a nasty one like someone attempted to take from his shoulders that beautiful head of his. his hands could never get enough of her body. touching her soft skin, feeling her truly in her quest to make him addicted to her and never leave. never look away from this siren in her alluring seductions. driving him down to the bottom of the sea, dragging him in her arms as they sink together and alone. they're not normal. a single moment of passion was not where it ended, not with blade dragged into something as addictive as sinful delights. how fitting. he finds himself drawn away by the feeling of her hands along his body. her cries, her whimpers, oh, she is such a delight in her gradual mastery of how to make him into a man that would never leave her.

not even if she were to discard him, the same way that he believed she might one day as their attempts at being a normal couple often change into something that wasn't so normal at all. he's quick to kiss the bite mark he left along her inner thigh, to run his tongue against it with care. soothe the bite, soothe the sting of pain before his attention falls elsewhere on what he wants to do to reira more. like the other times, he wants to devour her in the way she desires. blade plans to do just that happily. obediently.

he'd even leave her such pretty marks in his obsession, his possession. bruises from his shaky hands clinging to her hips, from blade's lips in their feasting of this woman. teeth from his mouth being used in better ways that weren't talking. he wants to be hers, he needs to be hers if she'd ever let him when he hums in approval at her "praise". she needn't worry....blade would leave them in more daring places. all it'd take is the fever pitch of this heated and sin filled passion to get him to do that for her when he reaches his destination.

he already wasn't a chatty man, that didn't stop him from showing things in his actions whenever his lips are quick and even gentle in how they take her clit between them. a kiss to that sensitive bundle of nerves, his tongue lapping at it like an obedient beast. the taste itself is heavenly to him as usual from the way that blade groans in pleasure. sweet, lovely. as she deserves, he'd eat his fill and give her ever drop of him in kind while his tongue drifts about, to find a rhythm, to taste her more.)

( he was truly more man than beast and even if she didn't know his background, his history, there was always that pressing thought in the back of her mind that she was dealing with something dangerous. she had far more power holding that leash called love within her slender, slim fingers. she was certainly one to use and abuse that power after all, craving and demanding all of his love and attention based on her little whims.

it was enough to call her evil— to label her as the indirect antagonist that she really was. however there were no ill intents coming from her, she never really did call him out for being the silent type, or for the bruises and marks he left upon her. no verbal demands for him to change or be the kind of lover she actually needed; the kind to settle down, get married and take her out of the life she lived. instead she played these long games with him, taunting and teasing him until he enacted his more aggressive desires with her through sex. )

Mmm....oh Blade...

( it's a soft little moan, almost prayer-like whisper that escaped her lips as he began to lap his tongue against her clit. each stroke made the bundle of nerves become flush and swollen with arousal, throbbing for satisfaction. in turn her inner labia swelled with wetness as she started to become aroused by his actions. her chest rose up, breasts heavy as her nipples hardened and she was left with a soft blush on her face. it was so easy to stir her up, to leave her aroused and overwhelmed—

especially when he let himself go and just manhandled her in the way she loved. )

(listen to her, his mind tells him. the sounds she makes as his tongue runs flat in how it works its way along her clit, further down against her cunt in how he wants to taste her properly. devour her, eat her alive the way she adores from him. more beast than man, indeed. dangerous is only one way to describe blade. dangerous, sinner, vile monster. he can think of many ways to describe himself, none too highly in his thoughts and how he understands he is unworthy. her whims are whims, they can be directed elsewhere whenever she pleases with the knowledge that she ruined him into being this way. each lick is slow, savoring, each suckle of that bundle of nerves is done with such care. a nip of his teeth. a kiss of it while he takes to her like he's dying of thirst, and she's the sole balm for that.

if she wanted a gentle lover, she'd have found one. if she wanted a man to marry....he knows she could've found one if she wished to. neither seem to settle, the same way that he reacts to her needs. he doesn't demand her to change, he doesn't expect her to while knowing his position remains unchanged. she will throw the leash away, the collar, whenever she pleases and leave blade in true despair. he knows. it'll only be another part of the agony of living that he's carried. another reason why he'd crave his eternal slumber while his heart never recovers from that when it happens.

if it happens, for now, he allows himself to indulge despite not being a man with earthly desires. his cock throbs with arousal, blade can feel the ache in his body for her. this isn't something that can be rushed into though, the foreplay is helpful in knowing what reira wants. he only knows that he wants to pin her to the counter when he's done, to respond to her taunts with something slow, something rough in how he might take her this time. she seems to enjoy it more whenever he's like that, or whenever the impatience wins out and he has to have her.

with torn clothes, sex in places they shouldn't be doing it at while his rougher hands rub into her thighs. he's watching her expression, watching her with such hunger briefly. beautiful. is something that he thinks to himself before those deep crimson eyes close, and he focuses again on the task at hand. his tongue is slow to pick up the pace, his lips giving her the worship she desires in the form of ecstasy from pleasure. blade soon reaches down with one hand to slip down his sweats and briefs further. he isn't going to stroke himself once his cock springs free (erect and hard, being large was helpful sometimes in how he knows she likes it), that might come as a surprise, but he never had once done it without it being something mutual in their more heated conversations with reira asking for it.

there wasn't a need to, anyway, he's hard enough without it thanks to her.)

( if there was a bottomless pit that no man could truly ever escape from, it wasn't enough for reira. she wanted to drag this poor man into her world, further and further into the depths with not an ounce of restraint— if he wanted this to end, for the brakes to be pressed down upon, he'd have to look elsewhere. her eyes were fixed on him and the more he gave into her, the more she wanted. her heart felt a coldness when he wasn't around, something she never felt before; all she could think of when he wasn't around, was him. it was becoming obsessive really, soon words of unspoken promises hiding behind humorous sentiments would drip from her lips or her fingers through forms of various text messages. each one designed to push his boundaries further, to see just how much she could get away with.

it was clear though, from him being so obedient and only putting all of his attention on her during this moment, she had him well wrapped around her finger. she could probably ask for anything from him, but strangely enough—

with all their walls put up, no established relationships or promise of eternity, she knew she didn't really have to ask for what she wanted. one look into those hazel eyes of hers, reflected within his own deep dark eyes, they both knew what they wanted and liked. a gentle touch in the morning, kisses to rouse her from bed— a rough, pinned fucking with those hands of his against her pretty skin leaving memories of their time spent together. tonight was no different, he had been compelled to linger around all day for her sake after all. )

F-Fuck....

( such a lewd and heavy word from her lips almost seemed cute— but he knew better. this was a woman right before him, being pleasured in such an intimate and generous way, falling apart with each stroke. it wasn't long now, that her clit throbbed against the pressure of his tongue and her wetness only built up, creating threads of their fluids. her nails scrapped along the marble counter, soft noises filling the bathroom as her thighs trembled.

soon she was singing his name like one of her songs, fingers gripping, thighs trembling and indicating what was coming. he was the only one who could truly make her come undone like this. )

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