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NOVEMBER EVENT | THE HARBINGER ORACLE
HEDGING YOUR BETS
Bearers feel it. Similar to when the Scorching Isles was opened, there is the same tug, from somewhere in the distance. Those who are in springstar feel it from closer, like a blossom of warmth in your heart, you feel the Oracle spring to life. Those in Highstorm feel it too, but distant. Far away. You remember Cyrus’s words, that it would come to life in Springstar, and you know, just from the relative distance, from how far away it feels – He was probably right.
So bearers must make their way to the center of Springstar’s residential district. Finding one’s way to Springstar will be difficult, in fact. Preparations have been underway since Cyrus’s announcement, and Springstar leaps into action. The Legionnaires are already marching by the time the first bearers start moving throughout the city. In addition to any of Meridian’s own preparations, the Legionnaires establish choke points and start organizing evacuations. It will be difficult to make your way through Springstar, but the closer bearers make it to the hedge maze, and what seems to be the oracle at the center, the warmer their chests feel. Throughout the city, it feels warm, like small wicks of heat. The closer bearers become, the more it feels like a torrent. It is burning them to their center and igniting them to their cores. Like the fire of drive, is what it feels like. Like the hunger for something more than just food, or anything else, like the anticipation of victory.
The maze itself is where it is the most intense as bearers start to make their way through the hedge maze. Vines and brambles lie within a neat hedge, and it looks like it is safe to jump, or scale, but the moment a bearer tries to jump it, cut through it, or even go beneath it, roots, brambles, and vines lash out to entrap bearers, and start to drag them down and into the hedges. You will have to figure out a way out – lest you be stuck for seemingly the near future.
Of course, when Dimitri’s hand touches the stone statue in the middle, it all goes dark, and wherever you were, whoever you were fighting –
Every bearer collapses at the same time.
So bearers must make their way to the center of Springstar’s residential district. Finding one’s way to Springstar will be difficult, in fact. Preparations have been underway since Cyrus’s announcement, and Springstar leaps into action. The Legionnaires are already marching by the time the first bearers start moving throughout the city. In addition to any of Meridian’s own preparations, the Legionnaires establish choke points and start organizing evacuations. It will be difficult to make your way through Springstar, but the closer bearers make it to the hedge maze, and what seems to be the oracle at the center, the warmer their chests feel. Throughout the city, it feels warm, like small wicks of heat. The closer bearers become, the more it feels like a torrent. It is burning them to their center and igniting them to their cores. Like the fire of drive, is what it feels like. Like the hunger for something more than just food, or anything else, like the anticipation of victory.
The maze itself is where it is the most intense as bearers start to make their way through the hedge maze. Vines and brambles lie within a neat hedge, and it looks like it is safe to jump, or scale, but the moment a bearer tries to jump it, cut through it, or even go beneath it, roots, brambles, and vines lash out to entrap bearers, and start to drag them down and into the hedges. You will have to figure out a way out – lest you be stuck for seemingly the near future.
Of course, when Dimitri’s hand touches the stone statue in the middle, it all goes dark, and wherever you were, whoever you were fighting –
Every bearer collapses at the same time.
YOU'D BETTER BE A-MAZE-ING!
In the dark, there is that fiery impression of the Harbinger. Competition, drive, disdain for even those that best them. It is clear, in the dark, with your eyes closed, that the Harbinger does not see the Bearers as worthy to obtain it. You feel ghostly hands on your mind, into you, as if it is delving for more, trying to pluck and pull out the right memory. It looks for victories, triumphs, defeats, or betrayals. Something that shows the mettle of the bearer, what it is looking for. When it finds what it is looking for – or is this just a dream? – after the bearer experiences the dream, they will get the distinct impression that it is not enough. That the Harbinger wants more. It wants to see what this bearer can do. It wants to see you rise to the challenge, bearer! Will you do as it wishes, and show it the scope of your mettle, or will you capitulate and let the Harbinger know that it was right – you aren’t enough?
The Harbinger wants you to prove them wrong. Can you do that? Will you use spite to convince it that it is wrong? The Harbinger at the center of this labyrinth imparts to bearers, that it will not allow the weak to succeed, that nobody who cannot reach it, would ever be able to protect them. They look down on bearers, and it is up to you, to convince them that you are worth their attention.
When bearers wake, they will be stuck in a foyer. The walls seem blank, and there is a door, leading further into the maze. It is not… fully dark, everything here seems to be lit just enough to move around without trouble, but it is not bright. Bearers can look left, and right, and see others beside them. They are not alone, but nor are they with others of their faction. No, you can feel it, between all of you, gathered here in one space. The humming of your shared aspect fills the room, as if all of you together in one space feels right.
You will not be able to stay. The foyer lasts only until the last person leaves, and if any try to stay behind and stationary, they will find that eventually a door appears, and the room begins to shrink. You had better get moving!
You must move further into the maze. You will find that grouping up for long periods of time becomes impossible, and moving from one door to the next can find foes, allies, or even neutral parties. Every door you open within this maze, leads to new and unusual locations. You may both walk in, from opposite ends, only to find that the doors are gone when you turn your back. Do you end up on a precarious path over spikes, lava, or even water? Do you walk into a room with your greatest desire, a hunger that can now never be sated? Will you do anything to find your way through the corridors? Will bearers help each other, and resist the call of the Harbinger, or will you push over even your treasured ones to win?
The Harbinger wants you to prove them wrong. Can you do that? Will you use spite to convince it that it is wrong? The Harbinger at the center of this labyrinth imparts to bearers, that it will not allow the weak to succeed, that nobody who cannot reach it, would ever be able to protect them. They look down on bearers, and it is up to you, to convince them that you are worth their attention.
When bearers wake, they will be stuck in a foyer. The walls seem blank, and there is a door, leading further into the maze. It is not… fully dark, everything here seems to be lit just enough to move around without trouble, but it is not bright. Bearers can look left, and right, and see others beside them. They are not alone, but nor are they with others of their faction. No, you can feel it, between all of you, gathered here in one space. The humming of your shared aspect fills the room, as if all of you together in one space feels right.
You will not be able to stay. The foyer lasts only until the last person leaves, and if any try to stay behind and stationary, they will find that eventually a door appears, and the room begins to shrink. You had better get moving!
You must move further into the maze. You will find that grouping up for long periods of time becomes impossible, and moving from one door to the next can find foes, allies, or even neutral parties. Every door you open within this maze, leads to new and unusual locations. You may both walk in, from opposite ends, only to find that the doors are gone when you turn your back. Do you end up on a precarious path over spikes, lava, or even water? Do you walk into a room with your greatest desire, a hunger that can now never be sated? Will you do anything to find your way through the corridors? Will bearers help each other, and resist the call of the Harbinger, or will you push over even your treasured ones to win?
MADE IN THE SHADE
And even further in, as you start to catch sight of them, patches of darkness seep into the corners, into everything. They may be hidden, at first. They may lurk underneath patches of leaves, or in shadowed corners. But the longer bearers are within this labyrinth, the longer the shadows seem. They start to reach out, to pull bearers into their shadowy depths. You may feel malaise, or an unwillingness to continue, once you first step within these patches. The longer you are there, the harder it is to get out. You will need help from your friends or dear ones, or sheer strength of will – but can you fight on, as you start to lose the things that motivate you?
And then there are the visions. People you know, love, or trust, they round corners, just ahead. They seem just out of range, and at first, it is difficult to tell if they are there or not. But they happen to reappear, and then disappear around a corner. Try and chase them, if you dare. When your fingers touch their arm, or grab their clothing, or heaven forbid, if you pull them into a hug – it seems impossible to pull away. They were treasured, weren’t they? There is a reason they appear here, to you. Why would you want to pull them away? Why would you –
They reach out, their fingers seem long, as they reach toward your shard – they will not be deterred by clothing or armor, their fingers seem to bend and twist around the junctions – before they find purchase on your shard. They rip it from you, and it feels like you are being separated from something. It’s painful, it hurts, but the last thing you see, as they hold your shard in your hand, is someone you care very deeply for, placing the shard in the same place on their own body, and your own face smiles back at you, and it all goes black. You are gone. Into… nothing.
And then there are the visions. People you know, love, or trust, they round corners, just ahead. They seem just out of range, and at first, it is difficult to tell if they are there or not. But they happen to reappear, and then disappear around a corner. Try and chase them, if you dare. When your fingers touch their arm, or grab their clothing, or heaven forbid, if you pull them into a hug – it seems impossible to pull away. They were treasured, weren’t they? There is a reason they appear here, to you. Why would you want to pull them away? Why would you –
They reach out, their fingers seem long, as they reach toward your shard – they will not be deterred by clothing or armor, their fingers seem to bend and twist around the junctions – before they find purchase on your shard. They rip it from you, and it feels like you are being separated from something. It’s painful, it hurts, but the last thing you see, as they hold your shard in your hand, is someone you care very deeply for, placing the shard in the same place on their own body, and your own face smiles back at you, and it all goes black. You are gone. Into… nothing.
NOTES
Here are some prompts to set the scene and foundation of the Exalt Oracle! Please refer to the ooc post for more details about what’s happening in the labyrinth! Feel free to direct questions here.
If your character gets killed by a shadow-copy, please let us know in the reporting post that goes up on November 20th if they touch the effigy. If they do not, please let us know on the deaths page! Don't forget to report any dissipations as a whole! Please also let us know if your character is saved by another bearer, or if your character’s shard is taken by the shadow copy for the entire duration of the event. This will not result in any permadeath, but you might get some cool lore! Teehee! If your character defeats a shadow creature, please let us know [HERE]
If your character gets killed by a shadow-copy, please let us know in the reporting post that goes up on November 20th if they touch the effigy. If they do not, please let us know on the deaths page! Don't forget to report any dissipations as a whole! Please also let us know if your character is saved by another bearer, or if your character’s shard is taken by the shadow copy for the entire duration of the event. This will not result in any permadeath, but you might get some cool lore! Teehee! If your character defeats a shadow creature, please let us know [HERE]
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It’s a familiar ache, because it’s one he’d been holding for a long time indeed before he decided to break his fast in Kenos. Sebastian’s hunger is both literal and not, because the pull of this sumptuous room makes his teeth ache. He could leave, no, he should leave, but the idea of just taking a little taste of someone’s Shard… It’s too good to pass up. It’s the only thing that has him lingering long enough for Kiritsubo to catch him.
Caught up in his hunger as he is, he (conveniently) misses her approach, but as soon as she presses against him, every muscle tenses in an instant. His head whips back to look towards her before she can mouth at his ear, and his eyes are very literally bright. It’s a sharp gaze of blood red and slit pupils that immediately says danger and nothing else—a predator ready to lash out.
However. That gaze also shows him something else. And that’s enough for that severe expression to quickly melt away into recognition and from there into a sly smile. ]
I see we meet again, madame.
[ …Because I’m going to say that he still didn’t ask for her name because it’s funny. How long will they go before he learns it, stay tuned, ]
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She slips up against him as smoothly and silently as the smoke that often curled from the bowl of her pipe, ready to embrace, to envelop... but she is greeted with a body that is hard and eyes that are too bright, too crimson, to ever be mistaken as belonging to a mortal. Seemingly fearless, he is met with pure teal eyes that seem almost innocent compared to the shameless way she has chosen to approach him, seemingly heedless of nothing but her particular brand of hunger...
But then he says that. Perhaps another woman caught in such a situation would attempt to fool him, leaning further into her "disguise" and claiming ignorance of the idea that they might have met before... But she isn't actually hiding from anything, and in an absence of such motives...
Her own smile grows sly. She blinks, and the bright teal eyes vanish in favor of the all-consuming black of the woman who had come to Sebastian Michaelis' apartment in Highstorm to appraise his flesh for what artistic designs could be gleaned from it. The rest of her shape she maintains, for now, blonde instead of near-white, slim instead of curved, but that much... ?]
I've been looking forward to seeing you again, Sebastian Michaelis.
[Unlike the conversation they'd had about her abilities in his home... she does not mean「see」in the way she used her tar black gaze to see future and truths. No, she means the far more simpler, far more lusty sight of simply what he was presenting. Her hands trail seductively over his chest, slow and intentional, as if reminding him she is not to be put off too long simply because he can somehow-]
But... how naughty~ You did not tell me that you also have a... discerning gaze.
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—Though, clearly, she has a different idea of playful fun in mind now. Not that it’s surprising, considering the consultation. It had been more surprising that they had both parted without things going further, but likely because it’s clear they both have a playful streak. It’s more fun to tease and wait, like the matter of her name. ]
You did not ask.
[ Not that she would think to, of course. Another playful answer. Sebastian slyly slips his fingers in between hers and lifts that hand up. With how sharp and inhuman that gaze is, it’s quite the contrast as he gallantly places a kiss on the back of her hand. ]
Just as you 「see」, so do I. Though my sight is not as illustrative, I shall say.
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But here in Kenos, where she is far busier most days than many would likely guess, establishing her reputation as a tattoo artist in Kowloon, Springstar, and Highstorm using her usual mix of forms... Here, she is perhaps simply having fun. And laughing slightly when he points out the very simple fact that she had not asked, as if he had given her any reason then to think he could do anything similar to her in that way. But if they were going to play fair about it...
She waits until his gentlemanly kiss is pressed to the back of the hand warmer in tone than the one she had trailed over his body not weeks before, the nails now a ladylike pink instead of the dramatic black. It is easy enough to turn her wrist, just enough for her fingers to brush against his lips and position her thumb to rub along his jaw.]
Then I will ask, too. When you look at me… What is it that you “see”?
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The soul. Not as anyone may see a Shard, but in its purest, ethereal form. Each is just as unique as a face, but I have yet to meet anyone who can change its character at will.
[ Sebastian turns gracefully as if they were dancing, and the smoothness of his movement means that her hand barely has to move as he turns to face her fully. He reaches to her waist with his other hand— ]
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I—
[ While this isn’t the first time he’s seen someone with two souls, the location of her second one is what surprises him much more. The first thing that comes to mind is an indelicate question to ask a lady, but it’s also quickly struck because it’s never worked that way in the past. A pregnant woman had never shown a second soul, since at least for what he perceived, there was simply nothing to see until the first breath had been drawn.
He clears his throat and brings his gaze back up to her, as he was likely staring a bit too long by the standards of his manners. ]
…I see that you have a second as well.
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It makes her smile, to have an answer to that little part of the puzzle. It makes her smile even more mysteriously... when he turns around and stares in a rather distinctively downward direction. So. He could see that soul, as well. She was almost tempted to be angry about that.
But with no reason any longer to hide her abilities (that ability, anyway), Kiritsubo drops her borrowed form in favor of the most comfortable one she tended to return to, the innocent looking blonde woman disappearing in a ripple of white fur that travels down her body and leaves the woman who had come to visit him in Highstorm in its wake. From here, with her body completely bare, he will be able to see far more of the ink on her skin. On her left breast, a deadly wasp over dripping honeycomb. On her left upper arm, a turtle on waves, on her right, a crane over them, both symbols of enduring couples and long lives. On her mons pubis, a sanskrit symbol. Just above that, right about where the soul he can detect rests... a blossoming crimson peony. One that had hidden that soul from everyone in her world, who did not possess such an ability as this man apparently does.]
I do.
[There is no denying it if he could「see」it. She would never deny him. Fingers slip over a silver ring pierced through a cherry blossom pink nipple, count down her ribs, and trail over her belly with the protective cradle of a mother and the sensual drag of a lover, lingering over the peony inked into her skin as her thighs spread shamelessly to adjust how she had gotten to her knees to embrace him from behind in the first place, her other hand still curling along the line of Sebastian's jaw to draw his gaze with a purr.]
It's not a turn off for you, is it... ?
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He laughs at her question, but it’s warm. It certainly helps him move past the surprise of the secondary soul. As he blinks, his eyes revert back to their handsome tea color, and with it, the ability to see that soul goes too. ]
Not at all. Merely a surprise, for it is very unusual… My apologies for the rudeness.
[ As if to assert that, he tilts his head into her hand to kiss her palm tenderly. He’s not sure if the genteel lover is what she wants, but it’s something given playfully for her. He thinks that as he feels hunger (and seeing not one but two souls makes it gnaw at him—), she must too. Lust isn’t his vice of choice, but it’s one he’d much prefer to indulge in over his much more deadly gluttony.
He shifts his lips down to kiss at her inner wrist, but his eyes flick back up to meet hers. He smiles again as he’s back to playful. The moment of seeing perhaps a bit too much is— Not forgotten, certainly. But he believes that if he’s to ask, it would be another time. ]
Shall I make it up to you in some way…?
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Fate could be a strange and fickle mistress.]
It was not rude at all.
[He apologizes... But he needn't. Not just because she does not believe that he is truly, sincerely sorry, but also because... well. If someone could perceive it... Let them. She has not felt shame about a single thing that she has done in centuries, perhaps even longer, and in some ways... it is almost affirming. She had worked so hard, for so long, moving through the shadows while pretending to meander carelessly in the light, all to arrange one single thing: that soul, nestled in her womb. Even if it is this man, in this world that is not hers, as she waits for what comes next and wonders if the supposed new world Zenith promises will be strong enough for that man to live freely in it...
Well. No one was completely immune to the desire for recognition.
And here, no one was immune to the hunger. It gnaws at her belly, it pulses with need, and it has already made the pale skin of her inner thighs glisten slightly in proof of desire she has been trapped in. She does not know how long. She does not really care. Her gaze follows intently as he presses his lips to her palm, making her fingers curl to brush the tops of her nails gently along his cheek and jaw. As he moves to her wrist, they slide into his hair, scraping along his scalp. And though she did not always lay with gentlemen...
She doesn't hate it. It's like teasing herself, like putting gourmet cuisine on the table and forcing herself to admire it first before she picks up the fork.]
What would be rude... would be for you to leave me here all alone...
[Her hips roll slightly against nothing, on nothing, her tongue sliding sensually over her bottom lip, just a tiny glimpse of blue crystal visible sparkling on her tongue as she speaks, slowly, intentionally.]
Aren't you starving, Sebastian... ?
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And I would never.
[ He pulls his lips away from her skin and he shrugs off his fine suit jacket (truly, ever the overdressed gentleman), though this time it does reveal a new layer that had been absent last time. A leather holster is on his shoulders, but rather than guns, there’s a few knives tucked away. It’s smoothly unclipped from his belt and also shrugged off, though. Even if it looked handsome on him, it would get a bit in the way. While he takes off both, he does continue speaking. ]
So, please. Get comfortable as you would like. It is always my pleasure to serve.
[ He’ll follow her preference here, but once he’s shed the garments that would be in the way, he does gesture wordlessly towards that comfortable pile of pillows behind them that seem perfect to lounge against. For his part, he starts to lay down on his stomach before her, but once he’s stable, he does trace a hand along the line of her leg and down her thigh while she settles. ]
fr nsfw now y'all
[She doesn't say it like it's a good thing. Though, she doesn't necessarily say it like it's a bad thing, either. Just an observation, of course... that might be just a tiny bit loaded with insinuations born from the karma and truth she had seen in abstract form of stains and crawling images upon his skin. But right now... she isn't「looking」at him. Not like that.
She is enjoying the view as he intends for it to be perceived.
Aroused and intrigued by what she has already seen, possessing certain high expectations that came from seeing just how confident and shameless he had been in his body when she had given her consultation, Kiritsubo lets her gaze linger leisurely over his undressing for a bit... but she has seen that before, so she is not terribly reluctant to turn away for the leisurely slink towards the pile of soft pillows. Doing so reveals glimpses of her colorfully tattooed back between shifting strands of long, pale hair, a stylized blade stabbing through a crimson flower, its tip pointing at a circular black symbol just above the cleft of a well-toned ass. The navagraha... if Sebastian is familiar with his Hindu astrology. And just below it, in turn... the mark of an Exalt.
Situating herself into an easy lounge against the cushions, Kiritsubo cannot help but smile with fangs as the man (hah) seamlessly, almost naturally, takes up a subservient position between the thighs she boldly spreads, pale skin supple and receptive to his touch. Fingers tap on the heavy swell of her right breast in a little flutter of amusement, a brief refraction of light glinting off the silver nipple ring that moves along with her. Her left hand, though....]
I don't know about you, but. I don't exactly appreciate this labyrinth playing with my desires, so...
[As much as she did not mind, no, liked indulging in this sort of feeling... She did not enjoy the core idea of being manipulated by an Oracle. Of knowing that it could do such a thing to even a being as powerful as she. There was an easy enough temporary solution to that, though. It's his pleasure to serve? Dark nails and long fingers slide past the tattoos over her womb and then all too casually spread her lower lips in both offer and demand, her voice a low, seductive rumble.]
... I am going to need you to provide me with a good reason to be this wet.
❤️🔥
Your tattoos— They are beautiful.
[ It’s might not be something she necessarily trusts from him, “gentleman” that he is, but it’s given in earnest. Sebastian may not feel attraction, but he loves art and aesthetic beauty. So, Kiritsubo combines the two excellently, in his opinion. The artwork emblazoned on her skin is lovely, and he means it more genuinely than he means most things.
However, he doesn’t let the compliment linger too long, which is also a sign of his sincerity, in a way. He settles comfortably between her thighs, and his eyes flick up to meet hers with a smile as she spreads herself for him. He does think that it’s good to solidly confirm that this place is toying with their desires so, since that helps confirm that gnawing hunger, but indeed. He’d rather quiet it with the different sort of meal before him. ]
Then do not allow me to disappoint.
[ He doesn’t think she would, but she strikes him as someone that might like to take a bit more control. He doesn’t mind it. He’d normally work his way to her pussy, but indeed, he can see for himself that there’s not so much need as there normally could be. He places another kiss to her inner thigh, just next to her mons to know that he’s there when the view is hard to see, then nestles further inward. He presses the flat of his tongue against her and draws it up her entrance at a slow pace as if to taste her.
Clearly, he doesn’t find her lacking. Rather, he knows what to do. Once his tongue makes his ascent, his lips wrap at its crest around her clit so that he can delicately circle it with the tip of his tongue. At the very least, chance seems to at least given her a good partner, since he certainly seems to know what he’s doing. ]
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Thank you…
[There was not a single ounce of doubt in her about the quality of her work. And it pleased her greatly to see it adorning the flesh of her clients, even her own skin where she’d been able to reach and done her own, a mix of both pride and simple appreciation for the arts… for things made from passion and whimsy and the mind made real.
So she is pleased, that Sebastian Michaelis likes her work.
She is also pleased that his tongue licks its way up the slick line of her cunt.
Kiritsubo was never one to deny herself the indulgence in natural reaction nor her partners the rewards of their work (unless, of course, that was the game). She lets out a long, languid hum of pleasure as his lips press close and his tongue swirls so expertly around the sensitive bead of her clit, her hips angling upward slightly into his mouth in demand for more.]
Ah… I’m still disappointed you think yourself not the sort for tattoos, but…
[Watching what she can over the heavy swell of honey combed (and deadly wasp-ed) breasts, one hand flicks idly at her nipple ring while the other travels down her belly… and into his hair, stroking sweetly, encouraging gently… looking for the best place to grip…]
I’m sure I could be convinced to put that slight aside…
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He pulls back, but only for the moment it takes to remove the glove on his right hand. It’s at least not as showy this time, mostly because she can’t see it, but this is also more practical. His hand and mouth return simultaneously as he spreads her his fingers by her clit to give better access and a better angle. His tongue swirls around her slowly and smoothly as if it were an apology for pulling away at all. But once that’s given, he closes his eyes as he gives it a suck and leans in further. The fun part of laying with someone new is always discovering what they like, after all.
His other arm loops under her leg to wrap around it and grip very lightly into her thighs, but it’s only for leverage. With his softly gloved hand, there’s not even nails to bite. Of course, it does make it easy for her to access and remove herself, if she wants. That’s just as much why he positions it that way. ]
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She said she was sure because she was sure.
Her fingers release his hair to allow him the movement because she wanted it just as much as she liked that grip. Besides, she’s already figured out the best spot, so when he presses back between her legs in the wake of that titillating hum her fingers are ready for him, sliding dark, manicured fingernails along his scalp until she finds that helpful placement, curling raven black hair between her pale knuckles as his own hand works so skillfully to spread her, exposing the sensitive bud of her clit all the better for the warm slip of his tongue and the pressure drawing her into his mouth. And for a few moments… she just enjoys it. Her head falls back and her mouth falls open for an encouraging moan, enhanced with a little whine as she arches into the stimulation, pale hair scattered on the mound of cushions behind her and toes sliding in soft fur rugs. She isn’t going to deny him the sounds that will guide him, but…
Her other hand finds his gloved one where it wraps around her thigh, and Kiritsubo’s voice is chastising in play as she lets her fingers slip beneath the soft material and scrape into the tight space between textile and skin, tsking softly all the while.]
Ah, ah, ah~
[She manages to force enough of the glove off that it begins to expose the occult mark on the back of his hand, her tone transitioning into a sultry purr that demands in the guise of a request as she curls back in to all the better look at him there between her thighs, her dark eyes almost sparkling as her lips curl, a pale blue crystal piercing (soul shard) glistening on her tongue.]
Fuck me with this one.
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My apologies. Would you still believe it is habit?
[ And since she’s looking… He plants a coy little kiss on her mons as he relaxes the hand to let her draw the glove off completely. But he doesn’t need to be told twice. He slips his arm back and first brings the now ungloved hand to his own mouth to briefly wet them to the second knuckle. Normally, he’d probably make more of a show out of this too, since he knows it’s a provocative sight, but it’s not exactly as needed in this case. She’s plenty wet enough that this is likely more courtesy than necessary.
So, he settles back again with his mouth over her and keeping up a smooth, steady rhythm of lapping the tip of his tongue against her clit. He puts more attention on her request for the moment. He slips one finger in carefully to the knuckle, but finding it easy with how aroused she is, he slips the second in right after. He starts to match the pattern of his tongue as he works them further inside her to steadily ease her body to the thickness of his fingers. ]
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Would she believe that... ?]
Mmm... No~ I think you just like the reveal...
[And yet even though she says that... She gives it, slowly peeling off his glove to reveal the star "inked" on his hand, scratching over it with her fingernails before she urges him to use it as she asked. Dark eyes follow obligingly, she hums in anticipation as his tongue laves over his fingers and leaves them glistening with saliva, and courtesy or not, well. She could appreciate consideration.
The hum grows louder when he returns to his task, transitioning into a happy purr as his fingers press easily into the hot silk of her body in tandem with the slippery friction of tongue to clit. Well, she was a tanuki, not a bakeneko. It is more a rumble than a purr. Her fingers re-find that perfect place in his hair, and she arches luxuriously back into the cushions once more, but this time... this time she is growing more demanding. She cannot help it, he is just so obliging...]
Mmm, more-
[Two isn't enough, not for how aroused she had grown waiting in this chamber alone for someone to come along and join her in a similar enough hunger. She wants the satisfaction... but she also wants the journey to it, and to enjoy each step along the way... her fingers tighten in Sebastian's hair and tug, guiding him to just the sort of pressure and angle she loves the best, a louder moan slipping off her tongue once he finds it, back arching and free hand clutching at a pillow above her head.]
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So, with the pleased rumble and demand, he’s more than happy to oblige. Were his mouth not otherwise occupied, he’d surely joke about how he loves to serve… He’ll just show it through action instead, so a third finger slips inside. His thumb and pinky are almost braced against the join of her thighs, but it helps to keep his hand steady as she twists and guides him along.
And once she’s guided him to where she wants him, he does take a little initiative of his own. He’s found that sweetest of spots inside her, so he pauses the comfortable rhythm for just a moment. He drags the flat of his tongue against her clit with a luxurious pressure, but it’s matched by doing the same with his fingers. It’s only barely slower than the pace he’d set, but because of that it simply feels like it’s more drawn out than it is.
Of course, it’s only the one. It’s meant to draw her desire higher, since by the time she’s at the tip of his tongue, he starts up the rhythm with his fingers again just a bit more quickly. ]
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Kiritsubo sinks into the pleasure, letting her mind empty of most everything but the wind up towards release. Though she controlled her perceptions to some extent... it could still be somewhat exhausting, somewhat numbing, to「see」all that she did, as much as she did. Yet in moments like this, consumed with only the immediate, throbbing desires of her species' high libido and the physical responses of her body... all of that fell away. As Sebastian indulges her in his love to serve her back quivers in the pretty arch that stretches her tattoos over pale skin and svelte muscle, fingers twisting in his hair and in the soft cushions of their "bed" as her mouth opens for a fetching moan. As his fingers press and rub into the heat of her body her thighs strain not to clap inwards and trap him there, not ready to interrupt the rhythm building in his movements or the warm, soft pressure of his tongue that turns to an electric flick once he applies the tip. It inspires her to release her grip in the softness of her support to roam as she sighs and whines, fingertips dragging heavy over her plush lips, swirling up her breast to the tip, where she tugs and twists gently on the ring pierced through a taut pink nipple, playing with herself while her partner teased, tormenting just a little with the delicious slow down...
And the even more delicious resumption. If she had the reason for it, she could hold out... But she does not want to. She's been aching since she entered this room, and she assumes she will be aching still because one has never been enough for her, but it would surely at least take the edge off. That's why she opens herself up to every sensation, to the stretch around his knuckles, the lewd, slick sound produced where he presses into her sex, and the rub of his bared fingertips over that sensitive place inside her. Once Sebastian works back into pattern just where she has directed him, once she decides to let go...
Kiritsubo cums with a sudden snap, long legs straightening out with a quiver on either side of the demon's head for a moment with painted toes splaying in the air before she finds purchase in the furs beneath them, curling as she uses the leverage to buck her hips greedily up towards his mouth, tightening on his digits and letting out a wanton cry... but not letting go, just yet, of the tight and demanding clutch she has on his hair.
She won't let go. Not until she finishes with the peak.]
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Granted, it’s his pleasure too, since at this point, her cries and the taste of her on his tongue (and maybe the influence of the room shifting) have his cock hard and uncomfortable against the floor. He shifts slightly without disturbing her, but as he tilts his hips to give himself more room, it’ll likely make it obvious to her why. ]
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Kiritsubo selfishly indulges in the fullest extent of that orgasm, crying out again as he takes her clit into her mouth and provides just enough pleasure to keep her peak electric, hips twitching with each suck, each wave of her climax that tightens her body around his fingers. Her efforts and his both allow her to spiral higher... so that she can fall back farther, abandoning the tease of her own body in order to clutch at him with both hands and keep him there between her thighs as her cry breaks for a gasp, a whine, dissolving into heavy panting as she finally pulls his head up just slightly by the inky strands between her fingers.]
Mmm...
[She doesn't have the words yet, and so only a low, husky hum is all that comes out as she follows up the slightly painful yank with petting. A little "apology" perhaps... Not a reward for a job well done. That will be different. But she definitely knows why he shifts... and it makes her laugh somewhat breathlessly, falling back into the soft, slightly sweat damp cradle of cushions and furs for a moment of rest. Just a moment. She won't make him (or let her) wait long.]
Let me give you a kiss, Sebastian Michaelis...
[Just a kiss... ? Kiritsubo smiles, languidly stretching out her legs on either side of him in slow extensions, rolls of her slim ankles, and curls of her toes before she shifts herself, parting her thighs wide enough to accommodate hips and not merely lips, preparing a lewd offering of her slick sex, made warm and oh so ready. But when she asks,]
You're still starving, aren't you... ?
[The icy blue crystal of her Shard glistens temptingly on her tongue.]
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Though as she shifts back with a laugh, he raises an eyebrow lightly, only to duck his head lightly as she speaks. His smile isn’t shy, because even though she says it sweetly, he can make a guess of what she truly means. It’s quite explicit as she spreads herself, though. It’s his turn to laugh, warm and pleased. ]
Only a kiss…?
[ Sebastian languidly rises and shifts closer. He leans closer to her lips and that lewdly decorated tongue, but his hands linger at the closures of his pants. It’s not impatient so much as asking permission. He’s ever polite, or rather, they’re both the sorts of people that like to tease with words and gestures both. ]
Why, I do find myself more hungry than usual, indeed.
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Well, she is not an unfair woman, even in what seemed like selfishness. She provided for what she required, and when in the mood, she gave as well as took. He'd earned a reward. And if he was so very attuned to souls... Mm. She's curious. The very first Shard-bearer she had fucked had made it apparent to her that their souls in crystal form had a flavor... and the second had made it clear they were all different.]
Possibly the most delectable kiss you've ever had~
[So what about hers, hmm? The taste of a woman who has walked the earth so in love with freedom that she condemned herself to a life spent pining for a beheaded man who would never return the feelings she had for him. A woman who has secretly maneuvered pieces in the shadows for centuries all to engineer the return of that man's soul... so that she might capture it and keep it safe until she could secure a world powerful enough to tolerate his existence, nestled even now...
A hand slides down her taut belly, splaying over the crimson peony petals tattooed over her womb as her plush lips curl into a shameless smile.]
... That, and a tight, hot cunt.
[Mysteriously, her partners have rarely found her to be anything but a perfect fit. She did not have to change every single aspect of her body, or her face, when she shapeshifted. And why wouldn't she? Her darkly painted nails swirl over the petals of the flower inked on her skin as her even darker eyes regard him, black as the abyss and just as all consuming, if one accidentally fell in.]
Now... Get those pants off before I rip them off.
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[ Sebastian’s gaze drifts down so that he can watch the drift of her hand if only so that his gaze doesn’t linger so hungrily on her mouth. Does she fully know, he wonders…? A kiss from him could easily be dangerous, and especially so when her Shard was so enticingly close to being stolen away. Yet, he’s more dignified than that. Or likes to be considered such.
It’s also why his easy gaze snaps back up to her in surprise at the crude words. Even a year removed from England, coarse language still catches him by surprise, he’d admit. But with a laugh, he’s quick to start undoing the closures of his pants as she demands. ]
Ah, now that would be fun…
[ One he would partially like to see, honestly, but another time, perhaps. He pulls his trousers down once the closure is undone, and having already been teased about his love of a reveal, he at least abstains from the impulse with the briefs. She’s already seen him completely nude, sure, but showing his now hard cock is at least something new. As is the case with the rest of his appearance, it’s just as carefully, intentionally crafted to be appealing. ]
But making you work so hard is not fair, is it?
[ Granted, his attention is more on her tongue than her lower lips, but. That is indeed his own hunger expressing itself. Boldly, he leans in to steal a kiss, if only just a taste… But he reaches out to grab her hip and squeeze as he pulls her closer. ]
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Does she know just what she is doing, inviting a being such as Sebastian Michaelis to kiss her when her shard rests so seemingly vulnerable on the flat of her tongue? She has given no overt sign that she knew what species he belonged to, though she has her suspicions based on the hints he has dropped and the contract she had「seen」the signs of on his body. Add in his ability to see souls... and a girl from a world where spirits were all too real could get ideas.
But she doesn't seem worried at all. Either she is confident in those eyes of hers and what they read of his nature... or it might have something to do with the subtle binding tattoo she inked on the roof of her own mouth very shortly after she explored and came to understand the vulnerabilities of a shard. That one, she won't be revealing nearly as proudly as she does the other colorful tattoos that decorate her skin.
It's cute, though. How he seems almost like an actual gentleman caught off guard when filthy words fall from her lips. More will fall before she is done, so natural and shameless and explicit that it could almost be forgotten how dirty they were. If it weren't for the lewd way she smiled when she said them. As tempting as it is to respond, to assure him that she would be doing her fair share of work before she deigned to release him from her company, as she did so hate to shirk her own exercise...
First, she just kisses him, her hands moving to almost tenderly clasp his face in parody of lovers. There is no doubt in her experience there, either- seamlessly tipping up towards him to meet without awkwardness, plush and soft and tempting. There is a moment when just half an inch of space opens between them and there is a breath, and perhaps she is going to break from him with just that, more tease than actual taste... ? But no, of course she isn't. That isn't what she offered him. Her fingers slip into his hair and around an ear, pulling him back in... to where her lips part and she invites him into her mouth just as openly as she invites him between her legs.]
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