[CHAT LOG] "Let me see you stripped down to the bone..."
Who: Asato Tsuzuki, Aramat Drawdes
What: Tsuzuki lets Aramat use him to defuse some of her urges...
When: August 19th, 2011
Rating: NC-17 (sexual content, including pain)
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Is sitting in the kitchen, helping himself to a cup of green tea along with his usual afternoon slice (or two... or three...) of red velvet cake::
Aramat: : In comes an Aramat, frustrated and more than a litte antsy: Tsuzuki?
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Looks up, a smudge of cream cheese icing on the corner of his mouth:: Hmm? Oh, hello, Aramat!
Aramat: ::Almost wants to lick it off, but doesn't:: Hello Tsuzuki, how have you been?
Asato_Tsuzuki: Oh, I've been great! I've been busy with building things lately: scenery for the play and a house for one of the folks here. :: Almost naive to the situation::
Aramat: :: Sits down, curious:: A house? For whom?
Asato_Tsuzuki: Oh, for a wise old woman named Genkai: she's a bit... well, she's sensitive to spirit energy, so she decided it was better if she had her own house on the grounds here.
aramat: Really? I haven't met her. ...I'm almost done with the score of the play but... ::Goes silent::
Asato_Tsuzuki: I'll have to introduce the two of you some time then... :: Growing serious:: There's something on your mind that's distracting you?
aramat: Well... :: Is a bit hesitant to tell him this::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Cocks his head:: Well... what? What is it? You can tell me: you can tell me anything.
aramat: :: Swallows a little:: I'm getting...nervous now that this play is about to end, I need something to do... something to do before I lose control.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Looks at her gravely:: And I did give you my word that you could call on me, if you needed to take care of....that.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Rises:: Well, at least you're asking first.
aramat: :: Remembers his promise to Kazu, there's a pained look on her face:: Yes but... it's horrible.
Asato_Tsuzuki: There's a lot more horrible things that I've dealt with. But I promised you I'd help you, and I don't break my promises.
aramat: I don't like this... :: Is kind of lying, but she does hate this a bit, especially when it's someone innocent, maybe she just hates that she likes this::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Well, it's better than doing it to someone unwilling. I'm wondering now if I'm a bit into pain. :: Laughs, a little nervously, and rubs the back of his neck::
aramat: :: Seriously:: I'm very serious about this, I will do things to you that are questionable. You may even...die for a while.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Chuckles a bit, but there might be a nervous crack in it:: Na, I might go unconscious, but not for long. Trust me: I really can't die.
aramat: :: Is dispairing a bit. She really can't do this, but she /needs/ it, she needs it so badly::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Just... don't let us do this where anyone can see it... :: Looking to the door and the windows a little nervously::
aramat: So I can't kiss you first? :: voice is tinged with a bit of roughness::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Do what you want to do to me. :: Gently, a tone of willing surrender::
aramat: :: Oh god. Places her lips gently on his neck, kissing him.:: Are you really sure?
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Leans down into her touch:: Yes... I... I'm sure... :: Trying not to think of Muraki, or those three days he spent in the sub-
basement of Shion University::
aramat: :: Bites him, hard, enough to draw blood. Can /barely/ contain herself. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Gasps, his eyes rolling, and his hand might stray to her waist::
aramat: :: Is panting into his skin as she licks him, and her legs may actually open a bit...:: We.... have to go...
Asato_Tsuzuki: Go... where? :: Quivering against her::
aramat: I don't know... :: Not the basement, I'd get too carried away::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Take me where you' need to take me... :: Wibbling, thinking of Muraki tearing through the veil between the mortal world and Meifu and carrying him away....::
aramat: I have an idea... :: May yank him by the collar and take him down the hallway, actually wanting to stop and just... do things to him right there::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Yelps a bit, but lets himself be dragged where she wills...::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Anywhere... just... don't let anyone see this. :: Can't help feeling just a teeny bit of shame, and he doesn't want her to get caught doing what she needs to do...::
aramat: :: May get to her room, Aramat throws him to the bed:: Stay.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Another yelp, but he drops onto the bed without protest:: I'm staying! I'm staying!
aramat: :: Hurries up and quickly gets out of her dress, leaving only the underwear and the corset on, we really don't know whether she's going to torture him or something else. At least it's a nice view. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Watching her...just... watching her...:: Ahh... :: A small gasp, and his eyes likely widen a bit: it's been a while since he's been with a woman, not since Melisande tied his wrists to her bedposts...::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Do what you want: I'm open to anything... :: Miiight be starting to get aroused...::
aramat: Don't watch me, pervert. :: She hisses, knowing he's watching, but he /can't help/ it. Yes she's playing with him. Goes into the drawer, fetches some somethings that look like belts.::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Okay! :: Turns his gaze away, quivering a bit with a mixture of fear and expectation::
aramat: :: Your not meant to do it, Tsuzuki. XD But whatever. She ties his hands to the bedpost, and if he looks hard enough, there's a knife tucked away in her stocking::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Miiiight be peeking out of the corner of his eye as she approaches::
Asato_Tsuzuki: ::: The sight of the knife brings another gasp to his lips -- a memory of Muraki's scalpel comes into his minds' eye...::
aramat: :: May straddle his hips, might even rub her own ample ones againist his, quivers a little. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: His gaze rolls up to her, out of the corner of his eye, and a nervous drop of swear rolls down his temple::
aramat: :: Takes out the knife::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Eep... :: A small, soft squeak of fear and arousal...::
aramat: :: And she can /feel/ it, ohhhh /god/. The knife may start cutting from his collabone to the upper belly:: /Feel/ for me...
Asato_Tsuzuki: Ahhh... :: Pain shoots through his skin: he might be immortal and impervious to permanent injury, but he can still feel the bite of the knife... like a love-bite slowed down...::
aramat: :: Just... /breathes/. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: He wants to close his eyes, but he can't even force himself to do it...::
aramat: :: Crawls to him and starts licking the wound, moving her hips as she does it::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Oh!! :: He might try to shift away from her, but he can't move far with her on top of him::
aramat: Ohhh~~~.
aramat: :: Is sort of dazed a bit, and aroused herself::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Randomly... and it might be the endorphins starting to flood his system, he wonders how he tastes...::
Asato_Tsuzuki: How... how do I taste...? :: panting now, and she can likely feel his heart rasing under her::
aramat: Wonderful... *whispers*
Asato_Tsuzuki: Sweet...?? :: Husky-voiced with a mix of pain and pleasure::
aramat: :: That tone rewards him with more hip moving :: Sort of...
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: a nervous, husky chuckle:: Good... I... I guess... :: Another nervous laugh::
aramat: :: Suddenly, the the knife slips into the skin of his ribs::
Asato_Tsuzuki: AAHH! :: a sharp yelp, and the scent of his own blood puts a bit of fear into him::
aramat: Yes, yes.~~ :: Her eyes are bright, alight with lust and bloodlust::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: wibbles a little at that brightness, thinking of another pair of eyes glowing just that way:: Errr... :: A small whimper, but there's a note of delight::
aramat: :: May lie on him for a while, just straddling him, feeling his blood on her skin, kissing on the neck and his lips.::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Once she kisses his lips, she may feel him kiss her back, his lips trembling with nerves and ardor...::
aramat: :: Almost wants to let him go, to feel hands againist her hips... too bad, because she stabs him with deadily accuacy near his spinal cord::
Asato_Tsuzuki: EEP! :: Writhes in pain, his back arching under her, but his violet eyes roll in bliss::
aramat: :: May just moan in pleasure and sadism:: You're right, you /are/ a keeper. ::Hands may start to work his pants off, since his shirt is already off.::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: He'll help her out by levering his shoes off:: I... told you I'm made of tough stuff...
aramat: :: He may be in his boxers now, Aramat looks down at him, covered in blood. :: You sick /fuck/, you do get off of this. :: Says it with a nice tone, not shaming him at all::
Asato_Tsuzuki: T-told you... :: Giggles, nervously, looking up at her::
aramat: :: Her hand may snake towards his crotch:: You /naughty/ shinigami...
Asato_Tsuzuki: Naughty to the core... :: His hips arching off the mattress in anticipation::
aramat: :: Gets up and may 'play' with his crotch a little with her bare feet:: Too naughty for me. :: stomps on it::
Asato_Tsuzuki: AY! :: A sharp yelp, cringes, but laughs, nervously::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: and he likely sinks back onto the mattress, stunned from the sheer amount of pain, but he's not objecting::
aramat: :Giggles: I can just 'play' with you however I want...
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: panting:: Uh... yeah... whatever makes you happy...
aramat: Aww, you sweet thing. ::May take off his boxers::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Sighs at the feel of the air on his skin::
What: Tsuzuki lets Aramat use him to defuse some of her urges...
When: August 19th, 2011
Rating: NC-17 (sexual content, including pain)
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Is sitting in the kitchen, helping himself to a cup of green tea along with his usual afternoon slice (or two... or three...) of red velvet cake::
Aramat: : In comes an Aramat, frustrated and more than a litte antsy: Tsuzuki?
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Looks up, a smudge of cream cheese icing on the corner of his mouth:: Hmm? Oh, hello, Aramat!
Aramat: ::Almost wants to lick it off, but doesn't:: Hello Tsuzuki, how have you been?
Asato_Tsuzuki: Oh, I've been great! I've been busy with building things lately: scenery for the play and a house for one of the folks here. :: Almost naive to the situation::
Aramat: :: Sits down, curious:: A house? For whom?
Asato_Tsuzuki: Oh, for a wise old woman named Genkai: she's a bit... well, she's sensitive to spirit energy, so she decided it was better if she had her own house on the grounds here.
aramat: Really? I haven't met her. ...I'm almost done with the score of the play but... ::Goes silent::
Asato_Tsuzuki: I'll have to introduce the two of you some time then... :: Growing serious:: There's something on your mind that's distracting you?
aramat: Well... :: Is a bit hesitant to tell him this::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Cocks his head:: Well... what? What is it? You can tell me: you can tell me anything.
aramat: :: Swallows a little:: I'm getting...nervous now that this play is about to end, I need something to do... something to do before I lose control.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Looks at her gravely:: And I did give you my word that you could call on me, if you needed to take care of....that.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Rises:: Well, at least you're asking first.
aramat: :: Remembers his promise to Kazu, there's a pained look on her face:: Yes but... it's horrible.
Asato_Tsuzuki: There's a lot more horrible things that I've dealt with. But I promised you I'd help you, and I don't break my promises.
aramat: I don't like this... :: Is kind of lying, but she does hate this a bit, especially when it's someone innocent, maybe she just hates that she likes this::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Well, it's better than doing it to someone unwilling. I'm wondering now if I'm a bit into pain. :: Laughs, a little nervously, and rubs the back of his neck::
aramat: :: Seriously:: I'm very serious about this, I will do things to you that are questionable. You may even...die for a while.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Chuckles a bit, but there might be a nervous crack in it:: Na, I might go unconscious, but not for long. Trust me: I really can't die.
aramat: :: Is dispairing a bit. She really can't do this, but she /needs/ it, she needs it so badly::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Just... don't let us do this where anyone can see it... :: Looking to the door and the windows a little nervously::
aramat: So I can't kiss you first? :: voice is tinged with a bit of roughness::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Do what you want to do to me. :: Gently, a tone of willing surrender::
aramat: :: Oh god. Places her lips gently on his neck, kissing him.:: Are you really sure?
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Leans down into her touch:: Yes... I... I'm sure... :: Trying not to think of Muraki, or those three days he spent in the sub-
basement of Shion University::
aramat: :: Bites him, hard, enough to draw blood. Can /barely/ contain herself. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Gasps, his eyes rolling, and his hand might stray to her waist::
aramat: :: Is panting into his skin as she licks him, and her legs may actually open a bit...:: We.... have to go...
Asato_Tsuzuki: Go... where? :: Quivering against her::
aramat: I don't know... :: Not the basement, I'd get too carried away::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Take me where you' need to take me... :: Wibbling, thinking of Muraki tearing through the veil between the mortal world and Meifu and carrying him away....::
aramat: I have an idea... :: May yank him by the collar and take him down the hallway, actually wanting to stop and just... do things to him right there::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Yelps a bit, but lets himself be dragged where she wills...::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Anywhere... just... don't let anyone see this. :: Can't help feeling just a teeny bit of shame, and he doesn't want her to get caught doing what she needs to do...::
aramat: :: May get to her room, Aramat throws him to the bed:: Stay.
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Another yelp, but he drops onto the bed without protest:: I'm staying! I'm staying!
aramat: :: Hurries up and quickly gets out of her dress, leaving only the underwear and the corset on, we really don't know whether she's going to torture him or something else. At least it's a nice view. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Watching her...just... watching her...:: Ahh... :: A small gasp, and his eyes likely widen a bit: it's been a while since he's been with a woman, not since Melisande tied his wrists to her bedposts...::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Do what you want: I'm open to anything... :: Miiight be starting to get aroused...::
aramat: Don't watch me, pervert. :: She hisses, knowing he's watching, but he /can't help/ it. Yes she's playing with him. Goes into the drawer, fetches some somethings that look like belts.::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Okay! :: Turns his gaze away, quivering a bit with a mixture of fear and expectation::
aramat: :: Your not meant to do it, Tsuzuki. XD But whatever. She ties his hands to the bedpost, and if he looks hard enough, there's a knife tucked away in her stocking::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Miiiight be peeking out of the corner of his eye as she approaches::
Asato_Tsuzuki: ::: The sight of the knife brings another gasp to his lips -- a memory of Muraki's scalpel comes into his minds' eye...::
aramat: :: May straddle his hips, might even rub her own ample ones againist his, quivers a little. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: His gaze rolls up to her, out of the corner of his eye, and a nervous drop of swear rolls down his temple::
aramat: :: Takes out the knife::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Eep... :: A small, soft squeak of fear and arousal...::
aramat: :: And she can /feel/ it, ohhhh /god/. The knife may start cutting from his collabone to the upper belly:: /Feel/ for me...
Asato_Tsuzuki: Ahhh... :: Pain shoots through his skin: he might be immortal and impervious to permanent injury, but he can still feel the bite of the knife... like a love-bite slowed down...::
aramat: :: Just... /breathes/. ::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: He wants to close his eyes, but he can't even force himself to do it...::
aramat: :: Crawls to him and starts licking the wound, moving her hips as she does it::
Asato_Tsuzuki: Oh!! :: He might try to shift away from her, but he can't move far with her on top of him::
aramat: Ohhh~~~.
aramat: :: Is sort of dazed a bit, and aroused herself::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Randomly... and it might be the endorphins starting to flood his system, he wonders how he tastes...::
Asato_Tsuzuki: How... how do I taste...? :: panting now, and she can likely feel his heart rasing under her::
aramat: Wonderful... *whispers*
Asato_Tsuzuki: Sweet...?? :: Husky-voiced with a mix of pain and pleasure::
aramat: :: That tone rewards him with more hip moving :: Sort of...
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: a nervous, husky chuckle:: Good... I... I guess... :: Another nervous laugh::
aramat: :: Suddenly, the the knife slips into the skin of his ribs::
Asato_Tsuzuki: AAHH! :: a sharp yelp, and the scent of his own blood puts a bit of fear into him::
aramat: Yes, yes.~~ :: Her eyes are bright, alight with lust and bloodlust::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: wibbles a little at that brightness, thinking of another pair of eyes glowing just that way:: Errr... :: A small whimper, but there's a note of delight::
aramat: :: May lie on him for a while, just straddling him, feeling his blood on her skin, kissing on the neck and his lips.::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Once she kisses his lips, she may feel him kiss her back, his lips trembling with nerves and ardor...::
aramat: :: Almost wants to let him go, to feel hands againist her hips... too bad, because she stabs him with deadily accuacy near his spinal cord::
Asato_Tsuzuki: EEP! :: Writhes in pain, his back arching under her, but his violet eyes roll in bliss::
aramat: :: May just moan in pleasure and sadism:: You're right, you /are/ a keeper. ::Hands may start to work his pants off, since his shirt is already off.::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: He'll help her out by levering his shoes off:: I... told you I'm made of tough stuff...
aramat: :: He may be in his boxers now, Aramat looks down at him, covered in blood. :: You sick /fuck/, you do get off of this. :: Says it with a nice tone, not shaming him at all::
Asato_Tsuzuki: T-told you... :: Giggles, nervously, looking up at her::
aramat: :: Her hand may snake towards his crotch:: You /naughty/ shinigami...
Asato_Tsuzuki: Naughty to the core... :: His hips arching off the mattress in anticipation::
aramat: :: Gets up and may 'play' with his crotch a little with her bare feet:: Too naughty for me. :: stomps on it::
Asato_Tsuzuki: AY! :: A sharp yelp, cringes, but laughs, nervously::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: and he likely sinks back onto the mattress, stunned from the sheer amount of pain, but he's not objecting::
aramat: :Giggles: I can just 'play' with you however I want...
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: panting:: Uh... yeah... whatever makes you happy...
aramat: Aww, you sweet thing. ::May take off his boxers::
Asato_Tsuzuki: :: Sighs at the feel of the air on his skin::