Birthday | Cake Aphro!

[demifemme]

It's Shura's birthday, and somehow the Hotel has arranged for a little party in her room. Of course, being a Hotel party, Shura is clad in white lacy stockings, thong and a corset, but for once she doesn't mind. The cake is delicious, and she hopes to get to share it with others. What's a birthday party for one person after all?

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[pink_is_back]

That little cake wasn't the only one the hotel whipped up for the celebration. Outside in an adjacent hallway was parked a huge cake, with a little compartment inside for a person to jump out and sing or strip or whatever they felt like because hey, it's the hotel. So probably stripping. Regardless of the original intentions, Black Lady had found it first. Who could resist a huge cake, even if it was cardboard and wood. As it happened, someone heard Black Lady liked cake, so they put a piece of the smaller cake inside the bigger cake, so she could eat cake while hiding inside the cake.

Parties meant food and fun, so what if she had no idea who it was for. So she got inside, took a few bites, and someone closed the lid so the large cake could be wheeled into the room. Black Lady tried unsuccessfully to get out, hampered by the dark and the sudden heat that swelled from the cake. Only when the cake handlers left the room did the top suddenly fly open. Black Lady peeked out, the top of her hair the first thing to rise from the cake followed by a pair of crimson eyes. "Happy birthday?"

[demifemme]

Shura just sort of stayed stunned for a moment. She was quite sure she hadn't ordered a stripper cake.... Not that the Hotel wouldn't order one on her behalf. But she really hadn't expected what she assumed, because of the fancy and very long pink hair, to be a cosplayer stripper.

"Um. I mean. Thanks. Cake?" It was damn good cake, everyone should have a slice.

[pink_is_back]

She'd been called many things, but cosplay stripper was a new one. Black Lady stood up fully, wearing a little black dress. Huh, that wasn't what she was wearing before.

"Well... Looks like it's just the two of us," she said, reaching out for the cake. "What's your name?"

[demifemme]

"The Hitoshura. But people call me Shura." She reached for a plate and put a slice of cake on it for the woman. "And you?" Uh, she had a mark on her forehead. Maybe she had been a little quick in thinking her a cosplayer...

[pink_is_back]

Black Lady accepted the plate and cake, still inside the big cake, and took a few good bites while listening. That inverted crescent moon was a constant reminder of all the crap she'd been through, and it showed little sign of going away. "Black Lady, but some people call me Himeko," she answered, her lips curling in a smirk. "Expecting someone Shura? I can't help but notice you're all... dressed up."

[demifemme]

Shura ate her next piece with a soft moan. "Mmm, no one in particular... I guess I am dressed to pleasure... I mean please my guests." She smiled coyly.

[pink_is_back]

The cake was delicious and moist, and Black Lady couldn't get enough of it. The piece given to her was gone in seconds flat, which just made the heat rising up within her even stronger. Finally with an elongated moan she began to wiggle back and forth, as if to get out of the cake, but the longer she did it, the more it became something of a dance.

"You can do both if you want," she said, leaning forward to give Shura a very clear glimpse down her dress. "I'm not in a mood to argue."

[demifemme]

"I can see that," Shura said, unable to resist staring down Black Lady's dress. She licked her lips and moved closer. "Don't mind if I do~" she said before nipping lightly at the side of Black Lady's neck.

[pink_is_back]

Black Lady draped her arms around Shura's neck and pulled her closer, rolling her head to one side. "Glad we agree, but maybe I should get out of the cake first," she whispered, leaning back with a smirk. Using a little of her power, she angled her body so she could float up and out of the cake without letting go of the birthday girl. "Now, where were we?"

[demifemme]

After sparing a moment to mentally bemoan the fact that she never got the cool powers like floating, she leaned into Black Lady to nibble on her shoulder. "Around here, I think... or maybe here?" She kissed one breast over the dress.

[pink_is_back]

The cool powers came with a rather terrible price, but since she was in such a good mood it wouldn't get in the way of their fun. Black Lady ran her hands down the front of the corset Shura wore, tracing the outline of her breasts. "Depends if you like the taste of cotton," she teased, reaching for Shura's hands to guide them to the hem of her dress.

[demifemme]

"I do prefer the taste of skin," she agreed, pushing Black Lady's dress down to expose her breasts and gently suck a pink nipple between her lips.

[pink_is_back]

She opened her mouth to make another comment only to have the sound stolen away with a gasp of pleasure. Black Lady slid her hands from Shura's hips, up her back and drew her closer. "That's better," she murmured, one hand rising up to her neck.

[demifemme]

Shura moaned in agreement and sucked harder the closer Black LAdy'S hands got close to her neck. She slid one hand down to push Black Lady's dress down further, stopping at the hip for now, hooking a finger in her underwear.

[pink_is_back]

The gasp became a moan the harder Shura sucked. Black Lady slid one finger over the back of Shura's neck, toying with the ends of her hair and the all that lied beneath it. She wiggled her hips as the dress was pushed even farther down her body, exposing more soft, pale skin. Her lips curled into a smirk feeling that finger curling around the black lace panties she wore. "You really like unwrapping your gifts don't you?"

[demifemme]

Shura looked up lustfully at Black Lady and smiled. "Some gifts you're meant to enjoying unwrapping." She sank to her knees and slipped her head under Black Lady's dress to give the crotch of her panties a lick after catching a whiff of its scent.