[Gods, she is attractive, and this game has absolutely gotten Sekhmet worked up, but the idea of doing things like this with a member of Kohime's team, with somebody who wants to be a confidante to her fills her with terrible guilt, and somehow that's also a turn on (what is even wrong with her), and... maybe she can meet this in the middle? And it's not like she's bound to Kohime anymore after all, or like Kohime is dating Paloma so, meeting it in the middle is fine, right?]
[Stopping herself from babbling, she kneels down and brings her face closer to Paloma's thigh, awkwardly aware of how sexually charged this is, and that apparently she is now actually really into being bossed around and sometimes shamed by this very attractive, inhuman, smooth as silk older woman. She presses soft kisses in a trail along her inner thigh both against the scales and along the softer places, and she feels again that guilt, and yet- Sekhmet was going to move on, right? To move past it, and find what she really wants?
[ she stretches languidly, like a comfortable cat, and tilts her head downward, eyes half-lidded, to watch sekhmet's face. with one hand, she reaches out to stroke her hair, twisting her fingers idly through the strands. ]
[Her teeth scrape lightly against the exposed skin of her thigh, gently nibbling. Her face is a mask of concentration, entranced, intoxicated by the allure of the woman before her, broken only by a couple nervous glances upward at her face, searching for approval and validation- even as she begins kissing another trail back onto the outer part of her leg.]
[ paloma wears a doting, but controlled sort of expression; pleased, but not ecstatic. like a teacher pleased at a student's answer to a question, perhaps. her hand twists through sekhmet's hair in such a way that it tugs, lightly. ]
[She knows of course that this is a game, and she's being teased and cajoled to submit herself and the validation is being spoonfed to her just enough to keep her going, but she likes it, she likes the pursuit and the sense of reward that comes from that guarded approval. The tug on her hair makes her shiver, makes her want this mysterious woman more. So much for being reserved.]
[Sekhmet whimpers and moans at that tug and it sends a forbidden thrill of pleasure through her. She's still patching things back up with Shrike and she still has the guilt of how things got messy with Kohime, in part because of this intense lust that can take her over, a terrible and alluring master. The lust is like the violence that wells up inside her, another intoxicating pleasure, but it's so much easier to surrender to. It feels so good to be treated like this and be the center of somebody's attention.
And of course she hadn't meant being good in just this context, Sekhmet meant many different, sometimes contradicting things that she was trying so hard to do, but right now everything is blurring in a heat haze.
She trails kisses back down Paloma's leg, licking the smooth golden skin every so often. She's so beautiful that she must kneel down and offer devotion. Her hand on her chin, that little smile, will suffer no disobedience, and she surrenders to it willingly.]
[ some people want to be tormented and, listen, it would be irresponsible of her not to help. also, this is fun.
she flicks her leg back to sit up in an imperious pose, hands folded in her lap. it wouldn't be her if she didn't put an impromptu socratic-style philosophy lecture in here. ]
[She whines in disappointment when Paloma takes away her lovely leg. She thought this "good" stuff was a kinky thing! She'll be a "good girl," but she's too horny to philosophize!]
Um, I know that you wish for the well-being of your Unit, but I am not sure that that is what this situation is about... um, you're enjoying teasing me? I'm enjoying it too. Ah, I don't know.
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marsascending) wrote2019-10-11 02:03 am
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Speaking of which, do you need anything from me?
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Although I'm a little disappointed not to be asked about anything spicier, to be honest~
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[Gods, she is attractive, and this game has absolutely gotten Sekhmet worked up, but the idea of doing things like this with a member of Kohime's team, with somebody who wants to be a confidante to her fills her with terrible guilt, and somehow that's also a turn on (what is even wrong with her), and... maybe she can meet this in the middle? And it's not like she's bound to Kohime anymore after all, or like Kohime is dating Paloma so, meeting it in the middle is fine, right?]
N-Nibbling?
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[ she stretches out in her lounging position. stick the legge out real far, ]
Where's your preference?
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Ah, um- the thigh?
...Can I have a drink too? [It's disaster gay time after all.]
1/2 bakes u a paloma apology cake why is she like this
[ even as she says this, she's sliding her cover-up off of her thigh, to fully reveal the golden-tan, scale-dusted skin beneath. ]
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[Stopping herself from babbling, she kneels down and brings her face closer to Paloma's thigh, awkwardly aware of how sexually charged this is, and that apparently she is now actually really into being bossed around and sometimes shamed by this very attractive, inhuman, smooth as silk older woman. She presses soft kisses in a trail along her inner thigh both against the scales and along the softer places, and she feels again that guilt, and yet- Sekhmet was going to move on, right? To move past it, and find what she really wants?
And right now, she kind of really wants Paloma.]
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[ she stretches languidly, like a comfortable cat, and tilts her head downward, eyes half-lidded, to watch sekhmet's face. with one hand, she reaches out to stroke her hair, twisting her fingers idly through the strands. ]
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Would you say you've been good?
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I, uh, I'm trying to.
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[ she smiles down at sekhmet indulgently, stroking her fingers through her hair again—
and then tugs back on her hair sharply, still with that gentle smile, sitting up to lift sekhmet's chin a little with her other hand. ]
Trying isn't what I'm looking for. I'm looking for doing.
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And of course she hadn't meant being good in just this context, Sekhmet meant many different, sometimes contradicting things that she was trying so hard to do, but right now everything is blurring in a heat haze.
She trails kisses back down Paloma's leg, licking the smooth golden skin every so often. She's so beautiful that she must kneel down and offer devotion. Her hand on her chin, that little smile, will suffer no disobedience, and she surrenders to it willingly.]
I'll be good.
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[ some people want to be tormented and, listen, it would be irresponsible of her not to help. also, this is fun.
she flicks her leg back to sit up in an imperious pose, hands folded in her lap. it wouldn't be her if she didn't put an impromptu socratic-style philosophy lecture in here. ]
What does it mean to be good, Sekhmet?
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Um, to bring good to others?
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she takes sekhmet's chin in her hand, and not with an entirely gentle grip; her nails are sharp. her smile turns sweet, again, though. ]
What kind of good are you going to bring me?
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Um, ah, I'll give you submission and adoration, I'll give you kisses and caresses, and other pleasures if you wish, and find them good.
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[ she lifts sekhmet's chin backwards, looking at her in an appraising way. ]
You're the type that really is always after her own self-destruction, aren't you. This is a bit reckless of you, isn't it?
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she's a tease.
[ she winks, and stands up. ]
Hope you have a lovely rest of the game.
Re: she's a tease.
[UGH she's disappointed and she feels like a pervert for it!]
Re: she's a tease.