The Rine Residence [For Rym]

[Ghost]

More? Such an odd request, but perhaps Kagura found something that the girl seemed to enjoy. Did the girl enjoy pain or humiliation? Perhaps a dominant woman that was dressed in a dress, clad for wealthy festivities? Kagura's lips curled into a devious grin, deciding to play along, when it came to play a part of a demon, Kagura would play it to perfection.

"More? Such a greedy little harlot."

With a quick shift, Kagura would bring one hand to the thigh that was placed over her hip, fingers digging into the flash and secured a grip hard enough for Kagura to began shifting their position, lifting Angelina off her remaining foot and guided her with rapid steps up to the wall. Kagura pressed Angelina up against it, towering over the girl with predatory eyes and an almost fang-like grin mixed with delight features, it was clear that Kagura would indulge Angelina, for the time being.

With it, her hand tightened around Angelina's throat, now starting to effectively choke the girl, denying her air. Kagura would lower her head, pressing their lips together once more, this time for a fiery kiss, where he tongue would take the lead, a charge right through the opened gates which were Angelina's mouth and explored the treasure within.

[Monsy]

And to that effect, it seemed like Angelina woke up the real Kagura Rine. She didn’t figure them much of a lead, all grump-itude, stiffness -- someone who didn't want to do more than absolutely needed to. Kagura was a puzzle. But the way she grabbed her thigh, with the small top layer of thigh-flab mending to Kagura’s finger pads, into a gentle, dull pain, gave her hypothesis. They were waiting to do this, weren’t they? Waiting to soak her with two spiteful words: Little harlot.

Her chest, face, and groin went hot at once. She couldn’t wait to leave her feet, touch the wall with her back, where the bump made her breath skip, and feel the attention soak from Kagura looking down at her like some sort of feeble rabbit. Her chin craned up, tilted, with half-open sly eyes glancing back. A wide grin matched Kagura’s own, like two devils. She brought her legs around their waist, locked by ankles and squeezed tight -- matching Kagura’s increased suffocation.

Her mouth gaped, and she silently gasped. Instead of making her forget, the taste of Kagura’s tongue made more aware that she was choking, quietly, and still playing with their mouth as she leaned in and wrapped her arms underneath Kagura’s armpits, then raked Kagura’s back to pull herself up, and steal more of the warm-wet feeling. Her remaining wind outed with a moan into Kagura's mouth. She persisted, pulled herself in, and pressed her lithe frame against Kagura’s muscled body from their midriffs to their chests.

[Ghost]

The intensity increased the more Angelina moved against her. The dress added a bit of a femme fatale allure, that was for sure! Kagura however was now fully focused on her cocky opponent rather than what she herself was wearing. She pushed into Angelina, making the woman feel like she was stuck between the wall and Kagura's hard yet curvy body, with Kagura's eyes never leaving Angelina's, keeping a steady yet predatory glare down at the girl like she was trying to pierce right into her soul.

There was some loud lip smacking, Kagura initiated kiss after give, making certain to make it difficult for Angelina to even breathe properly while Kagura went to work on making her opponent wet and feeble. With the way the girl was holding onto almost made it feel like a koala, yet Kagura didn't seem to mind one bit. Instead, Kagura's hands went to work, doing more than just holding her opponent and instead starting to explore Angelina's body ,going for curves, muscles body parts, whatever had soft flesh Kagura could sink her fingers into, it was clear that she was planning to test and experiment with Angelina's body, trying to find the spots where the most reaction came from.

[Monsy]

Pirates made for smooth shapes.
Like the gold they chased, a soft metal made a soft form, from her shoulders, waist, then widening hips. She was easy to grab that way, by the waist. Tight, curved, smooth and with a squishy top-layer if you pinched the small flabs. Her chest had way more to squish, if not for Kagura flattening her against the wall and rendering inhaling a war in of itself. But her legs, just below the top-layer, were exceptionally firm like rocks. After all, these were the legs that gave her height, to jump fences, dive over ropes and deliver the knockout kicks.

But it's her sides that work her up the most. A ticklish prod that forced up her smile, wanting to giggle, but also grunt, gag and sigh as she became more lightheaded. She didn’t have the breath to do anything like that. Subtle purring is all that peeped between lip-locks, playing with Kagura’s tongue and staring into the eyes of a devil. Her face started turning red. “Gh…ngh…”

And it was perfect. Her body-heat doubled, and this woozy feeling worked into her knees and climbed up her core, so she squeezed Kagura tighter, then used her grips to hug and rolled her stomach against Kagura’s abs whenever their hands brushed on the ticklish points. Then, Angelina grabbed Kagura’s hair, squeezing and tugging to one side. She marked Kagura's neck with playful nibbles and fuck-bites, then batted it with quiet girlish moans and sloppy kisses all the way down to the toned collar -- and back up. Simultaneously, she spread her hands across their collar and slowly pushed Kagura's dress towards her arms.

[Ghost]

There was no denying that Kagura was starting to get a little more into it. She didn't expect Angelina to be tasty. Well, she knew she could enjoy Angelina, yet the hunger that was being created from this tension was something Kagura was not prepared for. At this point she might just throw Angelina onto the bed and have her way with the fellow red head for the rest of the night, which wasn't a bad prospect by any means, but she definitely wouldn't like Angelina's smug attitude because of such events.

Her focus went elsewhere when Angelina not only pressed up harder against her and squeezed her, she also went for Kagura's precious red hair, tugging it to the side, forcing Kagura to expose her neck and with a soft hiss, Kagura would find a row of teeth biting and gently chewing upon her pale skin, no doubt to make the blood rise within, for the color to turn darker, a little more crimson with a hint of purple, a hickey that would keep Kagura marked for several days longer. Kagura would just have to do worse to Angelina to make sure their dynamic stayed as it was when Kagura started to press herself against Angelina.

Speaking of which ,Kagura would bring her hands down to Angelina's hips, deciding that while Angelina was being pushing her strings of her dress off her shoulders and down to the length of her arms to expose more boobage for such curious eyes, Kagura would take two good handfuls of Angelina's butt and would use that to lift her opponent clean off her feet, turn around and basically fall forward so that she could make Angelina hit the bed, with Kagura coming down ontop of her with a soft, healthy clap of the bodies!

[Monsy]

What Kagura would find was two shorts-covered stress balls in her hands, that still fed into her fingers like firm warm dough. A rush coalesced. The attention is something she shined with when she got it, for her schemes, crimes or small but athletic form. Having it come from the very woman she beat made it taste better, but not any better than her mouth -- or the Rine's neck. Rather, every nibble, bite and tongue-flick, Angelina started to starve for them. Their bodyheat, which soundly suffocated her against the wall in the most arousal-inducing way. Her breath was still three coughs behind, but she wouldn't let up marking her new territory.

Her world became Karina's neck that the shift of elevation wasn't noticed. Not until the hairs swiped her neck from the turn, the lightness in her head, then the crash that saw her splat the bed. Her feather-sized frame had a small bounce, then a second and bigger bounce when Kagura joined, flattening her and swallowing her frame underneath Kagura's own. She had a small giggle about it, grinning as the rush took her to a wave of contained happiness.

The first order was to spread her legs so Kagura's body flowed directly between them, over her midsection and torso. Her legs folded, with her knees going against Kagura's obliques and staying there. She let her tension breathe and be taken by the cool feelings of silk to her lower back. The mattress, somehow gentle and soft, but firm at once that absorbed her body and Kagura's -- while avoiding the feeling of being crushed. A cloud is what she likened it to. A cloud for two. And on this serene cloud, Angelina went back to what wanted before their fall. Her eyes looked to the devil's own and stayed there. Her hands went for Kagura's chest and grabbed greedy handfuls, tenderly squeezing and then massaging. They explored the whole surface area, from the under-boob, the top, the sides and in-between. In-fact, it's then that she reached down, into their dress, sliding a dainty middle finger between those indomitable abs and adding light pressure just to test them... and gush about them in her head.

[Ghost]

Getting on top of the girl meant a better position for Kagura herself, even though Angelina seemed happy to both oblige and find ways to get a good feel of Kagura's generously sized curves. She couldn't blame the redhead for going for her chest first. They always did sit rather enticingly within her knotted wrestling top, and now in a dress they threatened to spill out of their confinements with every little motion.

There was no sound coming from Kagura though, who would focus on the task at hand, which was breaking Angelina bit by bit. The girl overplayed her hand, and Kagura wasn't one for complete submission, at least not when it came from herself. When those hands were teasing those orbs, Kagura would let her enjoy herself a little while longer before they went into her dress, which quickly had Kagura resume her dominance. She brought her hands down along the length of Angelina's arms, trailing her soft fingertips downwards until they met the position she wanted, which were Angelina's wrists. In one fluent motion, she latched onto those wrists like handcuffs and forcefully brought them upwards to pin them above Angelina's head. Once that was done, she secured both of Angelina's wrists with one hand, leaving her other hand to go downwards and give the girl a brief spank on the side of her rear, a moment where the dynamic, the very hierarchy between them would be a lot more clear.

"You don't get to touch unless I allow it."

[Monsy]

They played it tough, even in foreplay.
Angelina was fine with it all, though. So long as she had handfuls of boobs, she was a happy pirating devil. A winner too. With sinful thoughts about Kagura’s tits running through her head at each new inch of boobage mapped, she found her wrists pinned squarely into the cushion overhead. She fought it, initially, just to keep things fun and let dear Kagura flex her strength. After all -- what were handcuffs, if not tight and secure?

What stung her ego a little was how they handled it with one hand. Wrist-on-wrist, hands crossed like an X, with a large grip over her wrist pulse that pushed deep into the mattress. “Showoff.” Angelina touted, giggling, but was interrupted again with a smack against her, thankfully, still clothed posterior. “H-HEEP!” An arch went into her spine. Her belly and hips rolled into Kagura, and her legs momentarily tightened before they relaxed again… Not too bad.

She looked up, a blushing damsel-turned-devil as she cheekily grinned at the laid down rule. Fair play, all around. Angelina believed them when they said it. But still… Where was the fun in showing it?

“That’s sooo tyrannical.” Angelina said with a lick of ass. “Is that anyway to treat a winnah?”

[Ghost]

Oh the things she could do to Angelina that didn't involve any type of lewdness but rather physical punishment that would have the girl hiss in pain.. Alas, she did make a single point though. Angelina had won, and Kagura would have to play her bets evenly, even if it meant relinquishing some control of the situation. With a subtle eye roll, Kagura would briefly release Angelina from her bonds and raised herself up, going for a different position.

Kagura would try to shift and push Angelina to lay on her side, just so Kagura could straddle one of Angelina's legs while bringing Angelina's other leg up and over her shoulder. It wasn't something Kagura was used to, but she was going to test Angelina out, see what made her tick, made her whimper.. Made her moan.

"Let's try this, then."

With a flat tone, she would hoist that leg up higher so she could give a few kisses upon that leg, at the same time shuffling forward until her crotch would press up against Angelina's. The dress would work in her favor, it wasn't a clumsy shuffle or a attempt to get comfortable, she sat snuggly upon Angelina's thigh and kept her in this position.

[Monsy]

Yeah… The physical pain threat did loom rather large.
And really, the only safety net was the sense of honour that Kagura had. Worked like a love spell.
Now with two free wrists, Angelina positioned herself more comfortably to Kagura’s influence. On her side, propped by an elbow. She combed her hair back, then set the hand down in front for balance.

She watched. One leg stuck, the other up, easily flexible. Her leg wasn’t quite thick, so much as soft, with a top layer of squish, then harder muscle underneath. Stress balls. And Kagura’s pelvis touching her own made her watch quite intently, with a dress up against her clothed crotch. She imagined this, but with no clothes at all -- blushed, then smiled.

This is anothah first… Her thoughts said. And having been dotted with affection, her legs reacted each time with a shiver. Her feet kicked. The smooch feels cold, invasive and violating, but makes her sex feel warm, throat tight, her chest light. She lets out a loud sigh, then swipes her hair back again, becoming smug as she suggests… “Wanna.. pull back my stockin’...?”