One leg shifted, moving between Alkaid's as her leg kicked feebly at the ground. Sliding between them as the girl moved, she ground her thigh up against her hip. She pressed it in close, adding pressure with the blade to barely knick the skin. Her lips grazed the earlobe, teeth running up the cartilage of her ear to whisper in sultry, knowing sort of tone.

"For one, I've fought you enough, I know how much you're an adrenaline junkie. You get off on the fights, on being Alkaid. You have Chika's mind, her heart, her soul, but tell me that chasing me wasn't exhilirating," she breathed. "And part of you craves this, the feeling of beating... or being beaten. Claimed."

She nipped. "And I know because we've had sex so many times. It was that, or die."