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Come into my parlor

Who: Chloe and "Alkaid"
What: Alkaid tries to track Chloe down and ultimately stumbles into her accidentally
Where: Center City
How: Prose
Why: Because Chloe's kind of a bitch
Warnings? Fighting, Angst, Revelations of Death, Dub-Con, Knife-play. Chloe.

Really, it had been just over a week. Chloe was a little surprised that Alkaid hadn't come charging to find her already. Of course, it never really dawned on her that the fighter might have been a little daunted by the sheer scale of the city. If she didn't actually use the device to set up a meeting, disappearing was easy to do on accident, and Chloe hadn't yet gotten her 'friend's' new address.

So, it was that after a week, Chloe started looking around for rumors of the red-head making a nuisance out of herself. After all, Alkaid was about as quiet as a freight train on most days. It couldn't be that hard to find her...

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The fact that she just was not willing to make it easy was almost enough to make her want to pull back. But there was too much on her mind and pressed to her to retreat. Besides...Alkaid wouldn't retreat. "Shut up already..." She groaned, before going through with it. Lifting her head just enough and pressing her lips to Chloe's. She couldn't possible know if there were worse ways or not to cast away her first times. But at least this was was...

She'd have to think of some justification for it later. Yeah.

The knife turned with a flick. She raised it up and then jabbed it hard into a crack in the asphalt right next to Alkaid's other ear. Her hand reached down and broke the ice shackle before grabbing for her wrist to try and pull it up with the other over her head. Her lips pulled hungrily, desperately against the girl's, hauling on them, nipping and tilting her head.

Her free hand, as soon as it could, was running down the length of Alkaid's limb to the shoulder while her thigh ground even more heatedly. No more words. She was tired of talking. She'd officially forgotten how good Alkaid's lips tasted and she couldn't be fucked to keep the cold up, to do anything but want more of that taste.

She flinched hard when she heard that knife slam into the ground right beside her, twitching hard and shifting underneath Chloe. Hand found it's way up with her other, pinned down by the other woman's hands. And everything she thought she ever knew about kissing began to get crushed and destroyed. As her eyes fluttered open wide once more, and she found herself shift, whimpering, and trying just to match her.

There was a thought, as she felt that hand along her body, as she felt that thigh grind against her like that. Making her squeak, making her shift. This seemed so intense...why was it so intense? Was she going to regret this or...was she going to regret not understanding first?

Regardless, she did the only thing she could think to do. Sought out the warmth. And kiss back.

With one hand occupied, Chloe was busy using her other hand thoroughly to feel over Alkaid's body. It ran down her arm, nails digging in and running over her skin until she reached her top and started to roughly pull it open. Her lips pulled hungrily even as her fingers reached in and pressed to the girl's breast, squeezing it and fondling over the softness there while her face turned, aiming to tilt her neck back. God she wished she could reach for handcuffs. She wanted them so badly right then, but her hands were so busy, her leg grinding. Still, there was something to the tactile effort of holding her there with her own hand.

Their first time in Amat hadn't been Alkaid's first, not really, but this time... she wanted her to remember every minute of it. All of it as her tongue sought entrance, her fingers tightened over the warrior's wrists and she groaned into the kiss.

She had the vaguest of ideas what to expect, from what little homosexual blurbs or pictures she had run into online. They were never her usual fare, and she rarely lingered on them or learned more. Then again, she was only slightly more informed when it came to the heterosexual stuff. She was under-prepared at best no matter how anyone, most of all her, looked at it.

And Chloe seemed to be gorging herself on that.

It took little for her top to come open, the tie on the front now a real piece of her clothing and precious little from preventing her large breasts spilling out into the open. The way the other woman was groping her made her twist and whine, and her hands ball up into white little things. Only every action left her rubbing more against that thigh, and squeaking more and more. Her body was this sensitive little thing all over, feelings like this alien and new to her code turned flesh.

Especially her breasts, she was finding.

Eyes fluttered open as lips parted and mouth was invaded by the other's tongue. The intensity of the kiss well beyond anything she'd even imagined. A little moan escaping into the other's mouth, as she found her first kiss taken in its entirety by a madwoman that seemingly killed her once. If she believed her.

Whether she believe her or not, that madwoman was taking everything that she could get out of Alkaid in that moment without even a speck of modesty. They were in the open. People could see what was going on under the cloak, and she didn't seem to care. If anything, the only action she took right then besides groping Alkaid was to reach back and unhook the cloak to let it fall to the side. While the warmth in the air was returning, she was making sure that the girl's first time was visible to anyone walking along.

Her tongue ravaged all along its partner while her fingers resumed their kneading, teasing ways. They pinched and prodded, palm pressing to soft flesh and thumb and forefinger squeezing her nipple, the nails barely digging into the sensitive skin. Whenever Alkaid seemed to push back, Chloe pressed forward more.

Finally, she'd relax a little on the groping, the hand releasing a breast only to reach down to a little hip pouch at her side. If Alkaid looked, she'd see the hilt of knife after knife after knife, all along her arms, strapped up in bandoliers to her back. there was an unzipping sound, and she produced a pair of handcuffs. Where Alkaid had fallen, there was a broken down old pole for the chain-link fence very close. She broke the kiss to smile at her, saliva trailing as she rain the link up towards the girl's wrists. "Just remember the word 'no,'" she breathed. "I will stop if you ask, I promise."

All things she wasn't aware of. Couldn't be aware of. Her heart was still pounding from the chase and fight. And this was just setting it off all over again. How could she know what a lewd spectacle she was being turned into. How could she focus on everything else when this was taking everything she had and leaving nothing to spare.

It didn't help that Chloe had actions to spare. Things to do to her that hadn't been done to for, to a body that hadn't even known the touch of cold before. She had tried to meet Chloe, at least a little, but soon found herself practically crushed against the hard, cold floor. Until it was all she could really do to even squirm under her.

She didn't want to throw her off. And she realized that.

The softening of her hand's gestures made her groan a touch into the kiss, but with her mouth so occupied, it wasn't as if she lacked things to focus on. Eyes caught the woman's knives, the scary amount of them all over. A maniac again and again, each time more than the last. Then came the handcuffs. And her eyes, half drooped, widened a little. She didn't even know about the link yet.

"What's that...for?" She murmured a touch breathlessly.

She opened one and slid it sensually over the girl's forearm, sliding it further and further towards the wrist, clicking it closed more tightly as she went. She was grinning down at her, pressing with her knee while she wound the other half around the pole, pressing it to Alkaid's other wrist and licking her lips. It was cocked open but not closed... yet.

"Handcuffs. I'm freeing both of my hands so they can work together to make you squeal," she whispered softly, her fingers closing the cuff in a gradual motion. No click yet. she was just barely away from actually pushing the last inch and starting to lock it into place. Her lips went down to brush along Alkaid's throat, working up to her ear and breathing there again, teeth grazing once more.

"You're all mine for a little while." Click. "I'm going to take everything from you." Click. "I'm going to make you a woman." Click. "I'm going to drive you insane." Click. "I'm going to ruin you for all those boys out there." Click.

And it was firmly in place now as she bit Alkaid's earlobe and her hands slid down her arms, dragging her nails.

Not once did she say no. Head craned to watch, until that grind made her twist in spot and her breath come out in a huff. Returning to it just in time to see it ready to close around her other wrist. And to let Chloe whisper sweet poison into her ear. Or maybe she was waiting. For those lips again to came down onto her skin. Up to her ear. Where they made her shudder and wince and weak with each action.

She did not say no as the cuff closed and trapped her hands there. Eyes widening, she did not say no when Chloe laid it all out. And she did not say no when she tested the cuffs herself and found her situation as explicit as Chloe had laid out. Shifting in place, twisting slightly, as teeth came down more firmly, as nails drew along sensitive skin more thoroughly. Two hands? One hand was undoing her easily...

What kind of sinister thing did she let past her guard?

"This is so..."

There was no reason to say anymore. She wasn't going to kiss her again this time. Oh no, she wanted to hear the words that the girl said as her clothes began to come off. Two bandoliers of knives and arm straps were set to either side before she tugged her top off and revealed a chest that was lacking in all of the assets that Alkaid had been blessed with. Her fingers reached down, squeezing and teasing at the girl's breasts while she nipped and bit on her throat. She wouldn't see the tattoo in the back of Chloe's neck, but there were bite marks all over her shoulders, old 'war wounds' from fucking youkai and other demons so often.

She wasn't grinding now. Instead, she was focusing on taking advantage of each sensitive part of the girl's anatomy, one at a time. All of those filthy little toys she kept in her fanny pack were going to be brought out, and Alkaid was going to get a full lesson in the things her body could feel very soon.

She squirmed a little in place as she watched, mouth still opened as she tried to find words to catch up with this whole bizarre situation. One she welcomed, of course. One she couldn't even really begin to understand. At least not yet. Maybe looking back. But that was neither here nor there. As she watched the other woman strip herself down, at least her top. Eyes roaming her body. She couldn't rightly stop them either, in that moment. It was the first time someone had started stripping around them. It was the first other naked body she was seeing that wasn't in some book, or a picture on the internet.

But that only lasted so long. Until her large breasts were getting played with. She didn't expect them to be so sensitive, and arched into them without thinking. Murmuring quietly as teeth marked her throat in various places.

Was she gonna mark her like she herself had been marked? She pressed her heels against the ground just thinking about it, not sure if afraid or...tantalized.]

The way that she bit? There were going to be marks. Nothing was cutting into the skin, but Alkaid's would still pucker with red welts for the next few days. Savagely, she gnawed on the girl's neck, right above the thin line of fabric around her throat. Her fingers kneaded the flesh of those breasts, squeezing, teasing, twisting over her nipples and pulling while she hovered above the young woman. She kept it up, squashing them together for a moment before she grinned over at her and pressed her lips hard against Alkaid's.

The kiss was meant not only to be passionate, but so that she couldn't see what was happening while she pulled her pants down. One of the other toys was being taken out as one hand kept up at the girl's breast. This long, and Chloe knew how to put a strap-on on with one hand. It was tricky. It took practice, but she'd learned to practice it.

A little later, though, she was slipping up, the toy sliding between soft pillows of flesh. She hovered over her, squeezing in on their sides to compress them and sawed forward once, so the tip could peak out from Alkaid's cleavage. "I have so many things to teach you about your body, Chika," she whispered.

As odd as it was to admit, the way those teeth felt against her exposed skin, at each point Chloe decided to bite, reminded her of just how tough her body was. They were meant to mark her up, she was sure about it. It should have hurt more plainly, but it didn't. Not as much. And that got lost when other things kept happening. Like her much more sensitive breasts and their erect nipples getting squeezed and tugged on.

Or the feeling of their lips grinding together again, tongue deep in her own mouth as she squirmed helplessly again. It was dizzying, really. How quickly and easily Chloe could overwhelm her. She was outmatched then, and outmatched now. And just as frustrated now as then.

Only it was a different, toxic kind of frustration that she was succumbing to.

When Chloe's movements and actions finally, properly registered with her, she was staring at the head of a toy poking out from her squeezed together tits. Her eyes slowly grew wider as she realized what she was looking at, mouth hanging open a little. "This...looks so wrong..."

Chloe giggled, groaning as she did. "It probably looks that way, but don't say you're not enjoying every last minute of it, of what it looks like," she purred, pulling out a string of beads where Alkaid could see them, dangling from her fingers. Her eyes were sparkling, holding those as she pressed the tip closer and closer to the toy's tip. Leaning over her, hair drooping down, she growled low.

"Tell me you don't want to put this in your mouth as it presses up like this. Almost like it was a man's..."

She shifted in place, feeling very small and helpless as the far more confident and erotic woman towered over her. Speaking venom that she was succumbing to each time she spoke. Her eyes glanced sharply to the side, before catching the beads that she had now withdrawn. And staring at them through confused, if not worried eyes.

The growl brought her attention back to Chloe. Eyes widening at the implication and lips trembling when she realized just what she was saying. "H-hey...what are you saying. Of course I don't..." She muttered in a low voice, each time feeling that toy near or against her lips when she moved them. Was this woman really going to...

"Liar," she said, reaching up with one hand and releasing Alkaid's breasts to take hold of her by the head. She started to slide around so that her hips were positioned over the young woman's head, strap-on hovering right above her lips while she guided it down, worming up against that entrance and hunting for admission in. The other hand, though, was no less busy. She was oiling up the beads, leaning down to make sure none of that naughty little fabric was in her way...

before the first started to nudge its way gently at the back door. "Go on. Open wide. I think I've heard your pretty little voice for long enough."

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