It was quite the typical day in the hotel corridors. Red everywhere, tasteless pictures, people coming and going and getting caught up in one thing or another. But, in this particular corridor, it seemed the traveller was alone for once, no one around. Until
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Folding her arms casually, she leans against the wall, next to a gilt-framed mirror, trying to watch them both. "Flattered. I relate to the needing relief, but you can't buy a girl a drink first?"
Clearly, her options for refusal are limited, or possibly nonexistent, but in her experience, panicking only makes predators more excited for the kill. It's not until she notices that whenever she looks away from one, the other gets that much closer, that she starts to look nervous. "Do I get a name, at least?"
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But with the next sentence, both spoke together in perfect unison. He could indeed tell she had magic-and it actually excited him. Before he had ascended to godhood (and simultaneously descended into devilhood), Asura had been a witch hunter, the greatest that had ever lived. They'd been the only women he interacted with regularly and there was always a spark there. "I am the Kishin, Demon God of Madness." The one ahead of her was watching carefully, but otherwise had a relaxed and calm posture, arms hanging limply by his side. The one behind would be in just the same pose if she cared to look.
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"I can work with that," she concludes aloud after a moment's thought. "But if you bite, I bite back."
Trying to look braver than she feels, she offers one hand to each. "If I get a choice of venue, I prefer not in the hall." If she gets no choice, she assumes he'll let her know pretty quick.
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The other completed the thought as it took her other hand, much the same as the first. "You don't live to bite back." He wasn't joking either. Asura's favourite manner of murdering women was to eat them, and it rarely took more than a few bites from his demonic mouth. A mouth which pressed to the back of her hands, identical kisses to her knuckles.
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He's being relatively gentle so far, despite his words, so she doesn't struggle. In fact, she relaxes deliberately into the contact. "Have you been stuck here long? Or are you here on purpose?"
Perhaps he is not interested in conversation, but it makes her feel less like freaking out.
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The first half of his unusual laugh from one.
"-Ke."
The second from the other. He's doing it on purpose now, keeping her on edge. He likes it, enjoys that sensation of fear. It's one of the things that stops his own constant terror, being reminded he's scarier than anyone else. He's the thing creatures under the bed are hiding from.
They guide her to a door way, opening it and with their free hands, both give her a solid slap to the ass, an encouragement to get inside as they let go of her hands. "I don't like questions."
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Her outfit is pretty nondescript, at least on the surface; just a white blouse and a skirt that stops about halfway down her thighs. It might actually have been designed as a schoolgirl fetish outfit then discarded as too tame for the place. Maybe the lingerie underneath is more interesting.
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He moved his hands around to grope at her breasts from behind and through her shirt, latching his lips to her skin to suckle tightly, his tongue pressing to the molested flesh. Skinny yet strong fingers kneaded at her, and the other joined in without waiting, squatting down and putting his hands up her skirt to grab at her ass, well aware it would still be stinging as it was squeezed. This one used it's mouth too, the inhumanly large tongue set free to lick wetly onto her knee and around her thigh. They'd get the clothes off soon, he just wanted to show he was the boss now.
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The other laughs briefly as she squeaks, memorising that spot. Even as his fingers curl into those lacy garments, he tests to see if he'll get the same reaction from licking on the same spot on the opposite leg before pulling her panties down in a swift movement, leaving the skirt in place for now.
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What's going on below her waist, by contrast, feels awfully good. She pants a little, toes curling. She's not as wet yet as she will be, but she's definitely getting there, and once her underwear's been removed, she spreads her legs a little further apart obligingly.
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