To be honest, Konoka had been waiting for someone under the mistletoe, but those thoughts left her when she saw the other woman stepping nearby. She couldn't help it--her thoughts were overrun with the desire to play with the woman, orientation be damned.
As such, the only warning Tifa got when the eager demon girl showed up was a chipper "Let's play!" before the smooch happened.
((Dunno if it's good, but she wants to roleplay a "robber robs victim, but finds victim more interesting" instead, with either girl taking either role. Since it's more her setting it up IC, I'd though I'd start like this first.))
Re: Rolled a 6dolphins_criesDecember 3 2011, 02:11:16 UTC
[ooc: that's fine. tifa doesn't mind being assertive, though i guess we can alternate when the need arises between them?]
She had been avoiding the mistletoe, for obvious reasons, but it seemed not even Tifa Lockhart could sidestep tradition every now and then. There was no warning, however, when Konoka exclaimed what she wanted to do and then so boldly kissed the martial artist.
Shocked at first, her eyes wide open as she tried to think of anything but what was happening right now... but as her body calmed down, little by little, Tifa found herself holding onto Konoka's arms.
Konoka smiled brightly when the kiss finished, feeling somewhat hazy, as if she had consumed a sort of aphro and alcohol cocktail. "You look perfect. Do you want to play a fantasy with me?" Her eyes shined like a kitten's, and her white tail wagged behind her. "I always like it when a woman tops me."
((Konoka's a switch, so that can easily be arranged. 8D))
Affected by the aphrodisiacs too, Tifa licked her lips, as if she downed a fruity cocktail and the after buzz was still linger, making her want more. "Mhmm," she hummed, still rather close to Konoka and not having let her go. In a moment of daring, and wanting to get that buzz again, Tifa leaned in and trailed her tongue over Konoka's lips, arching into her body as the hands that gripped her forearms smoothed down until fingers were touching the swell of her ass.
Konoka rose up, to put more of her ass in Tifa's wonderful grip. The touch felt so intoxicating, this second kiss had to stop before Konoka could articulate any more.
"Yay~" Konoka cheered, pressing her chest against Tifa's. "So you get to be a robber who's got me as a hostage. Instead of taking my stuff, you take me~" It sounded like a simple idea. "Of course, if you're the justice seeking type, you could be a cop strip searching me in jail, too~"
Her ideas were interesting and Tifa had to mull over which scenario to play out. Both fantasies seemed to call out to her, but she wondered if she could actually play the part of the robber. The whole my-friends-and-I-saved-the-world thing would probably prevent her from being the bad person, but maybe she could be a Turk...? Tifa never really liked them in the first place, but they were akin to authority, though it was for a corrupted justice system meant for one organization. And it gave her the excuse to wear a suit.
"Alright," she placed one last kiss on Konoka's lips, chaste though anything but innocent and untangled herself from her. "Can I change into costume?" Tifa didn't wait for a reply; the Hotel, as magical as it was, had provided a large chest of sorts for them to dig through and pull out any costume or prop to use for their scenario. Just as she suspected, the chest contained a Turk's uniform. Giving a seductive wink at Konoka, Tifa sauntered off behind a corner and quickly changed
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The hotel had all sorts of nice conveniences. Konoka considered changing into something herself, but chances were Tifa was going to strip her anyway. It was fortunate her kimono was not only short, but easily removed. She had been so wrapped up in these tiny details that the tug on her hair came as a mild surprise, and she gasped as she was already in Tifa's grip.
Seeing her was both sexy and intimidating--exactly how she liked a woman that was topping her. She still struggled in Tifa's grip, but it was for show. "But-aahh! I didn't do anything wrong!" Konoka pleaded, even as her fingers reluctantly undid her obi.
Tifa smirked, enjoying the surge of power as it coursed through her body when she manhandled Konoka. With her short kimono undone and toppled into a heap on the floor, Tifa stood infront of her, obscurring her view from the mirror and bound her hands with the tie. Securing her hands in a knot, the martial artist brought Konoka's arms above her head and looped the ends of the tie to the pole, securing her in place.
Sidestepping her, Tifa stood behind Konoka just enough so that both their reflections were apparant in the mirror, but all the attention was on the bound woman. "There. So when I inspect you, any attempt of an escape will be null." Smirking, Tifa kissed underneath Konoka's chin, tongue running along the skin as her hands wandered down to spread her legs. "Hididng anything in here?" Without hesitation, fingers delved deep into her pussy, probbing knuckle deep.
Konoka felt her arousal spike from being manhandled--in moments, her hands were tied above her head, and her body was terribly nude and vulnerable. Her tail was still free, but for this roleplay, she would let Tifa discover how that thing worked on her own.
When those fingers invaded her pussy, Konoka gasped, tugging slightly on her bonds. "Iya--! Why would I hide anything there?!" Pleasure shot through her body as she played weak and helpless against Tifa's invasion of her body. Her hips actually thrust mildly at the invading fingers.
"I'll ask the questions, thank you very much," her voice was low and husky, breath coming out a little harder than it should have been; Tifa was just as affected by all this as Konoka was. She wanted to laugh at the gasp and thrust of her hips forward. All this was certainly turning out to be an interesting night.
But Tifa had no plans to stop there. No, if she could coax more gasps and thrusting hips, then she wanted to hear Konoka scream as the martial artist really gave it to her. One thing about training, either for the Turks or martial arts, patience and endurance were key elements in a successful victory. Nothing got done when one was hasty.
The tail was certainly interesting, and in the heat of the moment, Tifa wrapped her fingers around the base, brushing against the swell of her ass, and tugged gently.
Konoka could understand the art of patience. After all, the best ways to make things exciting was to tease and torment. But Konoka wasn't especially good at being patient when it came to receiving sex--it made her very easy to torment. Then again, Konoka liked it that way, so maybe it wasn't impatience so much as she liked to act out when she could.
She felt hands upon the base of her tail. She squeaked at the tug, jerking back slightly and tilting her head back a bit. Her tail twitched, shivering from the stimulation.
"Oho~ A sensitive spot for you, hm?" Tifa smirked, ghosting her lips along a thigh, tongue barely touching as hot breath formed a trail until she bit down gently on an ass cheek, lips quick to kiss the abused flesh. The hand around her tail continued to tug and pull, smoothing the fur against her palm until she reached the tip only to repeat it all again
( ... )
The way her body was held, Konoka was almost taut, just enough to show her slightly toned body, but not enough to where staying that way was uncomfortable. Konoka gasped as she felt Tifa's hands continuing to pull on her tail. It flopped and jerked slightly, but stayed obedient to Tifa's command.
She heeded Tifa's voice with a whimper, just moments before she felt the tongue run through her pussy. It made Konoka gasp, shuddering from the pleasure she felt run through her body. She could feel Tifa's face buried in her ass and sex, only adding to the arousal. And then the tongue to her swollen clit... "Ahh~!" Oh god, this felt so good. She felt almost guilty that her captor was turning her on like this.
She continued to lick and tease Konoka's pussy, moaning into her wet folds. Sitting on her haunches, Tifa drew away from her to suck on two of her fingers before pushing them inside her entrance, all the way to the knuckle and leaned up to rub her tongue on that hard clit.
Tifa couldn't get enough and yet wanted to keep Konoka in such a position -- seeing her dangling so helplessly and the taste of her precum coursing down her throat and smearing her lips until the lower part of her face glistnened in fluids was enough to have Tifa rip off the blazer and shirt, sending buttons everywhere.
It wasn't long before she pushed down her bra, letting her breasts hang down from its constraints, nipples hard and erect. Forcibly spreading Konoka's thighs, Tifa buried her face deep into her pussy once more, eating her out harshly, this time teeth nipping at the clit and using her tongue to penetrate deep.
"Ah!" Konoka found herself writhing in her bonds, her body shivering as Tifa burrowed herself in her folds. She couldn't see Tifa soaked with wetness below her, due to her face hiding behind her own ass and pussy.
But that was before round two kicked in.
Now when she was nipping at her, Konoka squeaked at every bite, moaned with every lick. She could only writhe like mad from Tifa's attention, captive as she was. "P-please...!" Konoka started, despite the tongue and teeth deep in her pussy.
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As such, the only warning Tifa got when the eager demon girl showed up was a chipper "Let's play!" before the smooch happened.
((Dunno if it's good, but she wants to roleplay a "robber robs victim, but finds victim more interesting" instead, with either girl taking either role. Since it's more her setting it up IC, I'd though I'd start like this first.))
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She had been avoiding the mistletoe, for obvious reasons, but it seemed not even Tifa Lockhart could sidestep tradition every now and then. There was no warning, however, when Konoka exclaimed what she wanted to do and then so boldly kissed the martial artist.
Shocked at first, her eyes wide open as she tried to think of anything but what was happening right now... but as her body calmed down, little by little, Tifa found herself holding onto Konoka's arms.
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((Konoka's a switch, so that can easily be arranged. 8D))
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"Yay~" Konoka cheered, pressing her chest against Tifa's. "So you get to be a robber who's got me as a hostage. Instead of taking my stuff, you take me~" It sounded like a simple idea. "Of course, if you're the justice seeking type, you could be a cop strip searching me in jail, too~"
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"Alright," she placed one last kiss on Konoka's lips, chaste though anything but innocent and untangled herself from her. "Can I change into costume?" Tifa didn't wait for a reply; the Hotel, as magical as it was, had provided a large chest of sorts for them to dig through and pull out any costume or prop to use for their scenario. Just as she suspected, the chest contained a Turk's uniform. Giving a seductive wink at Konoka, Tifa sauntered off behind a corner and quickly changed ( ... )
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The hotel had all sorts of nice conveniences. Konoka considered changing into something herself, but chances were Tifa was going to strip her anyway. It was fortunate her kimono was not only short, but easily removed. She had been so wrapped up in these tiny details that the tug on her hair came as a mild surprise, and she gasped as she was already in Tifa's grip.
Seeing her was both sexy and intimidating--exactly how she liked a woman that was topping her. She still struggled in Tifa's grip, but it was for show. "But-aahh! I didn't do anything wrong!" Konoka pleaded, even as her fingers reluctantly undid her obi.
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Sidestepping her, Tifa stood behind Konoka just enough so that both their reflections were apparant in the mirror, but all the attention was on the bound woman. "There. So when I inspect you, any attempt of an escape will be null." Smirking, Tifa kissed underneath Konoka's chin, tongue running along the skin as her hands wandered down to spread her legs. "Hididng anything in here?" Without hesitation, fingers delved deep into her pussy, probbing knuckle deep.
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When those fingers invaded her pussy, Konoka gasped, tugging slightly on her bonds. "Iya--! Why would I hide anything there?!" Pleasure shot through her body as she played weak and helpless against Tifa's invasion of her body. Her hips actually thrust mildly at the invading fingers.
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But Tifa had no plans to stop there. No, if she could coax more gasps and thrusting hips, then she wanted to hear Konoka scream as the martial artist really gave it to her. One thing about training, either for the Turks or martial arts, patience and endurance were key elements in a successful victory. Nothing got done when one was hasty.
The tail was certainly interesting, and in the heat of the moment, Tifa wrapped her fingers around the base, brushing against the swell of her ass, and tugged gently.
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She felt hands upon the base of her tail. She squeaked at the tug, jerking back slightly and tilting her head back a bit. Her tail twitched, shivering from the stimulation.
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She heeded Tifa's voice with a whimper, just moments before she felt the tongue run through her pussy. It made Konoka gasp, shuddering from the pleasure she felt run through her body. She could feel Tifa's face buried in her ass and sex, only adding to the arousal. And then the tongue to her swollen clit... "Ahh~!" Oh god, this felt so good. She felt almost guilty that her captor was turning her on like this.
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Tifa couldn't get enough and yet wanted to keep Konoka in such a position -- seeing her dangling so helplessly and the taste of her precum coursing down her throat and smearing her lips until the lower part of her face glistnened in fluids was enough to have Tifa rip off the blazer and shirt, sending buttons everywhere.
It wasn't long before she pushed down her bra, letting her breasts hang down from its constraints, nipples hard and erect. Forcibly spreading Konoka's thighs, Tifa buried her face deep into her pussy once more, eating her out harshly, this time teeth nipping at the clit and using her tongue to penetrate deep.
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But that was before round two kicked in.
Now when she was nipping at her, Konoka squeaked at every bite, moaned with every lick. She could only writhe like mad from Tifa's attention, captive as she was. "P-please...!" Konoka started, despite the tongue and teeth deep in her pussy.
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