Miss Wolf and Lady Death
Misaya loved to watch. She particularly loved to watch her little death god, especially when she was hard at work.
She was watching now in fact from her perch atop a one story storehouse, watching as the woman fought a number of ghouls and slew them one after the other. It was just so fascinating to see her fight, to see her kill; the rest of the time she seemed so bored but in battle she came to life. Her face would liven, those lazy eyelids would open wide and a wonderfully savage grin would cross her graceful features; not to mention the awe-inspiring shade of blue her eyes would turn. And the way she moved…yes, she believed Ryougi Shiki made violence and death seem graceful and beautiful. Watching her also made Misaya quite wet.
In mere moments the battle was over and everything was unnaturally still. Misaya leapt from her roost and landed with the grace of a cat, she then made her way towards her lover. She approached slowly to better appreciate the view, really how did anyone make a simple, white yukata look that good? Although it was now covered in splashed of blood and looked much more distinctive. As she drew close she could hear Shiki’s heavier breathing and see her obviously already experiencing the come-down from her high. Maybe she should give her a small “upper” to tide her over?
When she was only a few steps away Shiki turned to face her and Misaya gave her the sultriest grin she could manage. Upon reaching her she reached out and tilted Shiki’s head up slightly by the chin, while her other arm wrapped itself around Shiki’s waist to pull her closer and press their bodies together, then she leaned down and pressed their lips together too. The kiss was hard, deep and hungry and Misaya didn’t miss the chance to sneakily grope her lover’s rear. When they pulled apart she had to take a second to catch her own breath and she felt a new, different type of hunger in her stomach now and she leaned in close to whisper in her girlfriend’s ear.
“We’ll continue this later.” She felt Shiki shiver just before she let her go. Again she gave her sexiest smile before turning to walk into the mess of corpses, making sure to sway her hips every step of the way.
Okay, time to take care of this little mess, Touko-san didn’t like leaving behind anything that might draw the attention of the Magic Association and she was the one signing their pay checks, so to speak. Besides it was usually a real pain in the arse when members of the association began sticking their noses in, especially with those few who liked to pretend they were all good and moral.
She looked around at the mounds of decayed flesh and bone and put some thought into the best way to clean it all up. Perhaps she should use her familiars? They had been ever so hungry lately.
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Misaya reclined on her bed, watching the full-moon through the bedroom window as she listened to the sound of Shiki taking her shower. She was dressed only in an overly long red t-shirt that just barely reached her mid-thigh, she knew damn well that her legs were her best feature and was going to use that to her advantage. She had position herself so that she was facing the door her head resting on one hand. Waiting had never been her strong point, so she entertained herself with thoughts of what she would do to her lover once she was within her reach. There was a hunger in the pit of her stomach and it burned.
Finally the sound of flowing water stopped and after a couple of seconds the bathroom door swung open.
Ah, there it was. Shiki wore her usual bored expression but Misaya noticed the half a second of hesitation that told her she’d caught the other woman off guard. Shiki herself was only dressed in a towel, her hair clung to her and there were still drops of moisture on her skin. If Misaya were a lesser woman, she’d probably be drooling but she wasn’t, so instead she made a made a beckoning motion with the index finger of her free hand.
Shiki obliged and when she was close enough Misaya pounced. She grabbed Shiki and pulled her down onto the bed and straddled her. At this proximity she could feel the barely perceptible increase in the rate of Shiki’s breathing.
No longer having to wait she immediately went for Shiki’s throat, kissing her as hard as she could and lightly grazing the skin with her teeth. Then she bit down, not hard but enough to draw a little blood, which lapped up eagerly. She heard her girlfriend gasp and grinned, it always pleased her to break that stoic countenance. She could feel Shiki’s nails digging into her back and it only encouraged her.
She pulled back and didn’t miss the involuntary disappointed moan Shiki made. Her lover’s eyes were still half-lidded but in an entirely different way than before. Slowly she slipped a hand under Shiki’s towel. She felt her shudder when her hand touched her skin and she gradually ran her hand up Shiki’s stomach and through the gap between her breasts. When she’d almost reached her collar she pulled her hand back against the towel, forcing it open from inside. The towel fell open presenting her girlfriend to her and she felt her hunger grow.
Already she could feel the heat radiating from her lover’s skin.
She leaned down and pressed her lips against Shiki’s, allowing the woman to know her appetite. She trailed the kisses down to Shiki’s chin, then down her throat but stopped just before she reached her breasts. She slipped down Shiki’s body and began to kiss her again on her legs. She pressed her lips to the inside of Shiki’s legs and felt her squirm and heard her moan. My, such depraved noises from someone who usual looked the picture of a proper Japanese woman. This close she could smell her arousal, she was so wet already.
Her own hunger was almost getting the best of her by this point. Misaya slowly, tantalisingly made her way back up Shiki’s body making sure to come close but not touch, her core along the way. She reached Shiki’s breast again and this time took her right nipple into her mouth and began teasing it with her tongue. In the same moment she inserted her index and middle fingers into Shiki’s throbbing wet centre. Her lover moaned and arched her back as Misaya almost immediately hit her sweet spot; pushing her breast even harder against her mouth. The noise seemed to reverberate through Misaya and finally her own will broke. She increased the rhythm of her fingers aiming to hit Shiki’s weak point as hard and fast as she could.
It wasn’t long before Shiki’s breathing became laboured panting and then she shuddered violently and let out an deafening moan that Misaya thought was sure to wake their neighbours. Oh well, let them listen.
Shiki flopped back onto the bed suddenly weak and Misaya leaned into to kiss her on the lips, a soft almost chaste caress in contrast to the sheer hunger from before. In this moment Misaya was gripped by a sudden thought; Shiki was hers and she was Shiki’s and if anyone tried to take them away from each other, she would make them suffer.
Her thoughts were interrupted by abrupt movement. Suddenly Misaya found herself on the bottom, her hands pinned above her head and Shiki staring down at her grinning wickedly. It looked like it was her turn to be the submissive one. Oh well, she didn’t mind.
-Fin -
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So there we have it, my first attempt at an actual lemon.
And coming up for a title for this one was unexpectadly har-difficult.
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