The Longest Day [Asp, Naga & Others]

[thesteedman]

"You allowed her too? I have some trouble believing that." Naga spoke, tilting her head. That said, as she mentioned herself, Asp had been allowed to freely walk from the bedroom of the Baroness. That was not something Naga had ever witnessed. Once she had her sights upon a prey, they were hers for the night and sometimes even beyond. To allow Asp freedom to walk the corridors of the manor after their encounter, and with Asp even willingly walking back towards the room, perhaps there was merit to what Asp was saying. A rare occurrence indeed... her sister was losing her edge.

Asp began to slide closer to her, closer perhaps being an understatement. Naga wondered if there was mind games afoot, with Asp trying to take control to ease the woes that were coming her way. Naga was not a foolish one, though she lacked the elegance of the Baroness herself, she was no less intelligent than her sister or less observant. She was aware of Asp's own brilliance, without a doubt she had greater wit and experience than Naga herself. She was aware of her own stunning beauty, of what power such a form as her own could possess, along with the mystic of her own persona. To Naga this did indeed begin to feel like a play.

"Hmm. Interesting that you would offer yourself so willingly. Or how was it you put it... 'allow' me to do what I please. You forget your situation Asp. Do not believe your kind treatment today to be a weakness on my part. I could have easily inflicted more dire welcome within my arms much earlier and in less than desirable environments. I should not need to remind you I am in control here, not you." Naga spoke. Her tone did not shift once, carrying no venom in its rhythm, but the words she spoke carried all the threat she desired. Slowly brushing aside the dishes and wines that had been supplied to them, Naga created a space, before she took Asp by her wrist, pulling her closer.

She shifted herself to be on her own knees, settling down whilst she positioned Asp to mount her hips and be face to face with her.
"Still... I suppose I will humour you, but I make no promise of my control." Naga added, letting Asp know that she would indeed try out her request despite her statement and posturing a moment ago. Slowly, her arms looped around her waist, almost delicately locking her into a firm hug, feeling Asp's core tense up. Already it was somewhat of an inner struggle, granted a captivating sight of Asp's intoxicating midriff from just above her navel upwards, as the two were up close and intimate with each other.
"Dare I even ask how my sister proceeded? Did she allow you to control the pressure? Was it a safe word?..." There was almost a mocking edge in her dark tone, but all the same, she was waiting for Asp before she proceeded, trying to fight the inner voice that whispered to simply crush her. Feeling her bare legs tucked against her hips and her own legs, watching her chest rise and fall whilst her crimson hair loosely fell upon her shoulders... that whisper was building into a scream.

[BlackAkuma]

The surprise from Naga was surprising in itself, but then, perhaps it shouldn’t have been. The Renauds were rich and had been born into wealth, the benefactors of opulence as far back as they could remember. In Asp’s experience, it was too easy for those such infinite means to think that everything they saw was for the taking, even things they had no right to. Had it honestly never occurred to Dominique that what she craved could be freely given? That it could be a two-way street?

Asp’s heart beat faster as they drew closer and closer still, so close that she could feel the raw heat emanating from the woman’s body. At this distance, there was no ignoring the raw power in Naga’s body, perfectly frame by her outfit. Her arms were thick pillars of unflinching muscle, and Asp suspected she could’ve been a bodybuilder if such things interested her. Even without that kind of rigorous regimen, her frame was a work of art, radiating malice like the flames of a furnace.

Asp should’ve been afraid. She should’ve withdrawn, petrified with fear, trying to delay her fate. Instead, she was slipping into the snake's coils and begging it to squeeze. Madness, but then, if she had cared so much about her well-being, she wouldn’t have become a wrestler in the first place.

Despite her misgivings, however, Dominique was willing to indulge her for the time being, as she brought Asp up and held her close - but not too close. A soft embrace, almost tender, their bodies pressing against each other as if they were meant to fit. For the first time, Asp was allowed to enjoy the sensation of Naga’s firmness against her soft skin, the sensation of muscles sliding along each other without the blinding pain accompanying it.

”Ssh.” She closed her eyes and breathed hot along the nape of Naga’s neck. ”Don’t talk. Feel.” Her legs slipped around Dominique’s waist and gave her a squeeze of her own, while her lips pecked around the woman’s face, tauntingly close to her mouth, taking care to stay out of reach. ”Give me pain…but not so much that I don’t give you pleasure, as well.”

[thesteedman]

Asp was playing a dangerous game, perhaps the most dangerous she could right now. That said, the alternative was to let Naga have her way with her. The result would have been no better, so why not attempt to bring the situation to her own terms? Naga remained flat on her knees for now, gazing over the beauty within her arms, feeling her perfect form as it began to press up against her own. With both bodies clad in so little, the skin contact was enough to stir deep and dark feelings within Naga. It would be so easy just to let her arms continue to close around that waist, watch Asp writhe as she did so well, watch her arch and moan.

Despite these desires beginning to manifest, Asp had a way about her. A level of command that Naga could not even begin to comprehend. It was almost as if the stunning Egyptian was a hypnotist, able to whisper and manipulate her way through a lion's den. A smile here, a shift of her intoxicating form to draw the eyes, a whisper there... a kiss. Naga could not deny she found herself becoming intoxicated. Asp was a woman who knew how to push all the right buttons, just at the right time. She did not doubt this woman was more than a match for her sister who had something of a similar talent herself if she did not let her whims take over... but now Asp was here with Dominique... she was all hers for the night.

Asp began to work her magic, her hips slowly, softly and sensually grinding against Naga's once her arms were secured around her waist. There was enough of that perfect midriff visible as she began to lean back a little, allowing for her bare legs to slip delicately around Naga's waist like a lovers, coming to clinch in and squeeze as her calves pressed in against the small of Naga's back. She had significant strength, near causing Naga to arch a little, as Dominique herself bit on her lower lip softly. Slowly, Asp pressed her lips against her bare shoulder, pursuing them into the lightest of kisses against her pale flesh, before she slipped another against her neck.

Refraining herself became a little easier than the norm thanks to Asp's own calm demeanor. She kisses at her face in soft fashion, her hands coming to cup her cheeks, keeping the mood smooth and in control. By now, Naga's arms began to tighten, little by little, drawing some breath from Asp's lips as her midriff came to press against her own. Naga's abs were colossal, dominating... but she did not squeeze anywhere near her full power. She found herself listening to the beauty within her arms, starting off slow, letting her core prepare for what was coming. The feel of Asp's rising and falling chest against her own made Naga shudder in delight, especially feeling her stomach tensing against her own. Slowly, she continued to up the pressure, feeling herself being pulled into Asps' spell, feeling those soft kisses teasing, edging closer to her mouth.

She wanted to take Asp's lips with her own, feverishly kiss her and bearhug her body into oblivion... but she continued to hold off, becoming drawn into this game. A soft gasp slipped from her lips as her eyes gazed upon the exquisite beauty before her. She never imagined herself to be in a moment like this... and all at once... Naga knew she was in trouble. She could feel herself falling for this woman...

[BlackAkuma]

There. Just there.

Asp closed her eyes and drew upon the image of two serpents in a pit, slithering along each other, twisting and turning in an infinite loop. A mating dance? Perhaps. They were bound together, so close that it was hard to tell where one ended and the other began. Intimate, but dangerous, one bite away from disaster, on the edge of destruction, dancing on the razor’s edge.

Even now, at a fraction of her power, Asp could feel the raw strength coursing through Naga’s body. She could crush her in an instant, and she knew that ball could very well drop any time now. There was no telling if the woman could control her whims, no way to know what was going on behind those darkened eyes. But she would be lying if she said that danger wasn’t intoxicating.

She kept the woman close, her legs bringing them in for a tight embrace, and showing a little of her own power in the process. Naga had felt the power of her legs before and knew what damage they could do, but Asp would only give her hints of that here - a little squeeze, a little flex, teasing as she continued the grind.

”There. Yes.” Her kisses grew closer and closer to Naga’s mouth, only stopping before the final touch, when their mouths were inches apart. She could taste the woman’s breath on her tongue, and every word she spoke brushed their flesh. ”You are not the only one who desires, you know?” Her eyes locked with Naga’s eyes, as if drawn by magnetism. ”I found you stunning from the moment I laid eyes on you. Like a statue coming to life…”

A small kiss. A peck. Another followed. Another. Though she knew it was not the first time their lips had met, she sought to show Dominique how satisfying such a touch could be when both parties were willing. She pressed hungrily and slid her tongue between the giantess’s lip, seeking a partner in the depths to dance with.

She broke away only for a moment, long enough to whisper. ”A little harder. A little.” Her words were soft, but held an air of command. She needed to test this.

[thesteedman]

An inner struggle continued within Naga's mind. A part of her did not take kindly to these commands, as soft and as innocent as Asp managed to portray them. Asp was her POW after all, in truth it should have been Naga in control, telling Asp what to do. If she so wanted she could command her to dance for her, to worship her and present herself openly so that Dominique could take the spoils that were owed to her. Yet here she was, letting Asp spin her tricks, telling her when she should squeeze when it was within Naga's right to take what she so desired. That notion lined up like an army within one side of her mind... but opposing it was a force of equal might.

As much as she hated to admit it, she found a certain appeal in this. Yes, she was not squeezing Asp as hard as she would desire, but the manner in which she began to arch within the grip, her intoxicating figure almost turning the motions into a dance as she always would. The sultry whispers reaching her ears, the heat of her form against her own. She did not struggle against her, and all the same she moaned and writhed as Naga's bearhug tested her agile spine, bringing the two bodies of both women closer together. It was quite an appealing contrast, with the sunkissed and flawless flesh of the Egyptian Asp pressing up against the near Moonlit pale complexion of the French beauty. Despite the contrast in skin tone, their bodies looked like they belonged together, Yin and Yang.

When Asp whispered for Naga to squeeze her just a little more, Naga complied. Perhaps too eagerly, her arms closing significantly around Asp's waist to drive her hips and her tensing midriff against her own. It certainly would have been a shock, but the grip was far from Naga's full strength... no doubt discomfort was slipping in, but it was not outright crushing. When Asp took Dominique's lips with her own, it was everything she could have imagined. It began softly, teasingly... with Naga caught off guard by the first, before she shared the second and all that followed. Her breathing began to increase, her chest rising and falling as she finally had the woman of her desires within her arms... and right now she was there willingly.

It was no surprise when Asp began to slide her tongue into Naga's mouth, that her own passion would match that of her prisoner's. She moaned softly, her eyes closing as she began to let her own tongue entwine with Asps in a moment of bliss and pure passion. She felt Asp's own legs tighten around her waist almost possessively, as Naga let her arms squeeze just a little more. Both forces within her mind began to clash violently, beginning a very dangerous kind of warfare. For now... Naga continued to follow Asp... but barely. It was evident she wanted to do more, her breathing became heavy, her arms near trembling not from exertion... but from holding back…

[BlackAkuma]

There was a certain appeal to this danger, Asp couldn't deny. While she was never the type to enjoy riding roller coasters, she imagined it was much the same for anyone who did, putting themselves in a dangerous situation for a thrill, flirting with disaster, coming so close to a perilous end. It was a rare thrill, and while Asp would wager her situation was less dire than anyone who took a ride on those hell machines, the idea was much the same.

Despite being crushed by Naga - gods, three times now, was it? Despite her being a relative expert in the experience of being between this woman’s arms, she was still taken aback by the force that she could bring to bear, the well of relentless power in her body. Both of the Renauds were wonderful physical specimens, but as magnificent as Stephanie was, Asp would have to rate her sister’s higher. Where the Baroness had chosen to focus on her legs, her darker sibling’s power was more spread about her form, creating a body that was overflowing with strength, dangerous at every inch.

She could feel that power beneath the surface, trembling, shaking, a volcano that could erupt at any moment and consume her. Yet, still, she had no qualms dancing around the mountain and tempting fate as much as she tempted Naga.

Each kiss was a risk. Each kiss was a chance.

And yet, Asp asked for more, and received it in short order, as those arms closed tighter with a shocking speed that forced out a gasp. She breathed into Naga’s mouth, then closed that gap with another kiss, taking her hungrily, possessively, wantonly. Naga responded in kind, and as their passions rose, she could feel the heat building between them, as if they were heading towards some unseen finish line. This was the tipping point, where Naga would either show her control or fall prey to her whims…

She broke away from the kiss only long enough to let her hot, rasping words slip out. ”This could be us, Dominique.” She had another kiss, sating herself before she spoke again. ”This could be us, every night.” Her legs flexed tighter as she pressed their bodies together, so hard that a piece of paper couldn't have slipped between them. ”Is that what you want?”

[thesteedman]

Regrettably, the moment Asp began to speak was the moment she would lose control. For a time, Naga was oddly satisfied with the moment, enjoying the deep passion that continued to build between her and the woman of her desires. It felt like a dream come true, as Naga continued to enclose her arms, slowly and firmly squeezing Asp in such a way that her body almost felt like it was joined to her own. Her midriff strained, her back arched flexibly, whilst their lips continued to kiss with a passion Naga was not used too. The feel of her legs around her waist was firm, enjoyable, only added to the passion of the moment as Naga could not get enough of this beauty. The feel of her form, the captivating sight of her beauty. It was easy to get lost in this moment... and Naga almost welcomed it.

Until she spoke.

It planted a seed within Naga's mind, watching as Asp broke the kiss just for a moment, whispering promises of what could be. As Asp slipped in for another kiss, Naga was subtly not as receptive to it, a sudden sensation of dread beginning to take her core. When Asp began to try and plant ideas in her head that the two could be doing this every night... it all felt too good to be true. Was it what Naga wanted? Of course it was. She felt ashamed of it, but she desired Asp. The woman fascinated her like no other, possessed a beauty and mysticism like no other. Naga had the pleasure of bedding various women, but none had captivated her more than the allure of Asp. Since coming to the LAW, that obsession began to creep into her own presence, adopting a similar attire to the woman that had caught her eyes when she first graced the manor with her elegant presence.

It was in fact too good to be true, and all at once Naga began to heavily suspect she was being played. Asp was intelligent after all. What better way to survive a night with Naga than to take control, tease her with what could be. The first night Naga took the spoils and let her darker desires take over was the moment she destroyed any semblance of hope that she and Asp could ever be a thing. It was no different now as far as she was concerned. Asp was merely playing the game... making sure she remained on top of the situation. Naga had hoped to make amends, wanting to try and build trust. She wanted to help Asp against Anna and Tia but she was turned down... In Naga's eyes it must have been because she could not be forgiven. She could not blame Asp for her actions, for doing what she was... but if this was to be the last night she could possess her... then Naga was not going to waste it.

"Of course it is what I want." Naga spoke, a rare edge of emotion slipping into her tone, before her arms slowly began to seemingly grow around Asp's waist. Whilst her grip had been tight, there had been an air of comfort to it, but that was swiftly removed as they began to close around Asp's slender frame... tighter... and tighter.
"Do you take me for a fool?! Do you really believe I do not know what games you play?" Naga added in a darker tone, slowly shifting upwards with Asp locked into her oppressing grip.
"I am done playing your games Aspasia. It is time you play mine." Naga whispered, standing tall with Asp within her arms... before she went for a long winded and crushing squeeze against the woman of her desires.

[BlackAkuma]

This was beautiful. A part of Asp wished they were recording the moment, because she would have very much liked to see it from a different perspective, to enjoy the sight of their forms melding against one another. There were no lies in what she said - she had admired Dominique’s body from the moment she saw it, enraptured by the power she wielded and her body's unmitigated strength. It was a physique worth painting, something to be viewed with reverence and awe, and to have it so close, to have it pressing against her, to have it all to herself, was a rare privilege.

Everything was perfect. The right pressure. The right heat. Their bodies fit together as if they were made for each other, like a lock with its key. This was meant to be.

Until the moment it wasn’t.

Asp’s brow furrowed when Dominique answered her question, speaking with an edge that had not been there a moment ago, a chill under her tone. She opened her mouth to speak again, only to have her breath cut off when the pangs of pain seeped into her midsection. The balance was tipping, the thin line between pain and pleasure was being crossed. Dominique was stepping away, and Naga was taking control, her arms cutting into Asp’s body with a brutal, familiar, crushing force. ”Dominique, I-”

She winced as Naga yelled in her face and lifted her up, pulling her off the ground and holding her tight in the relentless embrace. Asp hands came up to fumble at her arms, pushing in vain at the encroaching muscles, but she knew from experience how futile that was. She would have had an easier time bending steel bars. ”It’s not a trick, Dominique!” She sagged forward and ran her hands over the woman’s face, pecking at her with weak kisses, searching for some small sliver of warmth to latch on to, but only finding cold malice. ”Please, it doesn’t have to be like this, we can-”

Naga’s full power put an abrupt end to her pleas, crushing her midsection with an insane pressure that forced a guttural shriek from the Water Serpent’s flattened lungs. Her body bent over at an obscene angle, even for her flexible standards, and she went into a spastic, writhing fit, her limbs flailing about. Even still, she tried to appeal to Naga, desperate for any hint of humanity. ”Please…please....”

[thesteedman]

By now, Naga was standing tall, managing to lift her impressive figure with ease despite having Asp within her arms. She watched as Asp began to writhe in agony, as those powerful arms continued to seemingly grow as the tension within her muscles built, allowing for a powerful squeeze that had ended more fights than Naga bothered to take note of. She began to pace towards the pool, not needing sight of the steps having frequented this place so often. Her eyes remained dark, watching as her prisoner of war began to plead in desperation. There was a semblance of Naga's psyche that wanted to believe Asp, that she was being serious when she made the claim without directly saying that the two of them could be together.

The more she lingered on such thoughts, the more Naga began to grip the reality that it simply could not be true. She had been a menace to Asp since the first time she lay her eyes upon her. Her attempts to draw her in could be nothing else but a game of self preservation. No more.

The water was warm when Naga's feet entered it with her careful strides, the two becoming basked in an unusual glow from the ambient pool lights below, sending reflective shadows against the glass ceiling above. It would have been beautiful if Naga had been taking note, but her focus was upon the woman within her arms. She jostled her, grimacing as she hoisted her up to get a better grip on her slender waist, watching as her crimson hair swayed from her dance of agony. It was not long before Naga was waist deep within the waters, gazing over Asp as the water began to douse her form from her struggles, leaving glistening trails from the droplets as they ran down her flawless skin.

"I have already wasted precious time tending to your 'needs'. I should have done this from the start." Naga whispered with a clear hint of malice, all too aware she could have had Asp within her grasp much sooner. That was her own fault, letting her sister whisper in her ear to do all of this prim and proper. Feeling that anger well up inside, it was Asp who would endure the brunt of the wrath. Suddenly those arms closed tighter, enough to let a few clicks and creaks sound out from Asp's lower back. The squeeze was fierce, designed to make Asp arch once more, involuntarily, before Naga would dip her down into the water, lowering herself to submerge the two of them in a terrible torture. Squeezing tight, Naga kept a close eye upon Asp as she was underwater with her, squeezing her waist with frightening strength, denying her air with the two submerged.

Though Naga had longed to do this to Asp all night, she found she was taking no pleasure right now in crushing the woman she was infatuated with. As of this moment, it was simply malice. A desire to inflict hurt and torture on a woman she believed to be deceptive. It created a concoction of emotions that Naga was unfamiliar with. Was this what it was to be hurt?

[BlackAkuma]

It was a sad statement, but Asp had been crushed by Naga enough times that she was likely an unparalleled expert on the woman’s arms, knowledgeable enough that she could write a thesis on the subject. She had been crushed by the woman in a private and setting and in passion, broken in the midst of fighting and when she was relaxed, had felt her body from different angles, had been contorted and crushed and compacted in ways that were even new to her.

And yet, this was different. Before, Naga had always struck out of lust, satisfying her dangerous desires, using Asp as a tool for her satisfaction. Though she had been rough and willful, there had never been any malice behind her moves. She took pleasure in hurting Asp, but it wasn’t spiteful, had never done so out of vengeance. She didn’t hate her any more than someone hated a stress ball.

This time, however, there was an unmistakable fire in Naga’s eyes, a cruelty in her movements. Asp could see it her dim eyes, even as she struggled about in the grip, her body flailing and failing. It caught her so off guard that she didn’t even notice the water around her ankles at first, until a cold chill came over her. She looked over her shoulder long enough to confirm - yes, Naga was bringing them into the pool, clothing be damned. The woman truly didn’t want to waste another second.

Knowing how poorly this could go, Asp’s pleading began again as she vainly pushed at the woman’s iron shoulders, hissing and gritting her teeth. ”Dominique, Naga, think…think for a-” She was cut off by her own body, as a loud crack rang through the air and a sharp pain ran through her sides. She arched her back with a voiceless cry. ”My ribs, my ribs-”

The waters rushed to meet her on all sides as Naga brought her into the waters, as if forcing her into some unholy baptism. Water snuck its way past her nostrils and choked her, robbing what little breath she had, and her body went into survival mode, ineffectively bashing at her capturess’ arms, even as her struggles grew weaker and weaker still…