It's hot, wherever she is. Unbearably, sweltering hot and damp, despite the ceiling fan spinning lazily overhead. The cool air barely helps even as it caresses her pale, sweat slicked body, an illicit breeze free to tip-toe across every divine, flawless inch of skin, teasing her sensitive nerves with every flickering, airy touch. With her sense of
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They prodded Mori further into the room and shut the door behind him, leaving them to their "privacy". The tall young man made his way over to Mitsuru and leaned over her to press a kiss against her lips, hand going between her legs to lightly rub at her womanhood, finger slipping inside, feeling her hot folds grip his long finger as it rubbed at her G-spot, thumb rubbing at a clit.
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With the addition his thumb rolling her swollen clit, she barely stands a chance before her body begins to tremble and rock to his rhythm.
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"What's your name?" He asked, nipping at her skin.
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"Ah..." Mitsuru twists beneath him as a fiery sensation burns from the source of his lips, her naturally sensitive neck tingling in the wake of his teeth. "I'm...Mitsuru..."
A shudder tears the thoughts from her lips, conscious thought overwhelmed by physical sensation, making her tighten around his finger with a pronounced shudder. Not being able to move makes it even worse...or better, because there's no way to fight his constant thrusts or the texture of his thumb on her twitching clit, and she can't hide the orgasmic tremors beginning to shake her frame.
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"I SAID GET YOUR HANDS OFF ME YOU BASTARDS!"
There was another bit of a scuffle before the candidate was pushed into the chamber, and the door closed behind him locking shut as it did. A half moment later a small beep was heard and the handcuffs restraining him fell to the ground. It was only then that Akihiko thought to look around. When he saw who was in the room with him, he gawked quickly moving to remove the blindfold.
"Mitsuru!? Thank goodness I found you." He moved to the side, trying to undo her restraints. "Don't worry, I'll get you out of here, Mitsuru..."
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"Akihiko..." It's difficult to focus on his words as much as his deep, scratchy voice, but she can tell what the general idea is when her ankle restrains snap free. Unfortunately, the restraints keeping her wrists in place aren't nearly as disposable, keeping her pinned to the table.
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"Don't worry, Mitsuru. The others are on their way. I let myself get captured so that Aigis and Koromaru could sneak in while the guards were distracted. ...Shit... I can't get the wrist restraints off... if only I had my evoker..." He trailed off, because even he knew that Caesar lacked the accuracy to destroy the braces without hurting Mitsuru. Still, it was something to say to distract him from the view of Mitsuru's perfect rear.
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"Please," She whispers, wine red eyes clouded with desire. "Hurry...whatever you do."
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It's takes considerable effort to think and answer coherently, and even more to turn her blindfolded 'sight' in Raidou's direction. Even then, when she speaks her voice is unintentionally inviting, breathy and warm, a smooth sound even to her ears.
"You're not one of them?"
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"Never." She moans, as defiantly as possible as a woman who actually enjoys his rough, possessive grip.
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The request and apparent concession of such is even more surprising. Why would a supposedly dangerous man have any interest in her dignity or comfort? But she appreciates his manner all the same, blinking slowly as her eyes adjust to the light.
"The angel?"
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Sariel reaches over and removes the wrist restraints, then turns to free her feet. Bent as he is, she'll get a good view of his back while he removes her ankle straps. ...is that...is that some kind of tail growing out of his upper back? It is. It's a thin rope of muscle that hangs limply down his back, coiling on the bed next to her. It ends in a flat, thin spade. As long as it is, though, there's still no comparison to how unnaturally tall the fallen angel is. Seven feet. At least.
He rubs her ankles to alleviate the faint bruises before turning again to do the same to her wrists. His eyes are on hers the whole time. Seeing only her. "What is your name?"
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"Mitsuru." She doesn't return his smile, but the tense feeling between them begins to fade as his hands continue to massage her aching wrists. It's not the type of relief she was expecting, but it's still more than welcome. It's one of the simple things she hasn't been deprived of for the last few hours, including the ability to properly stretch her legs.
"...Thank you."
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Bee wasted little time in going right for Mitsuru, straddling her on the bed as his hands roamed all over her chest. Her scent was so mesmerizing, her skin so hot to the touch that he could not resist leaning down to drag his tongue along her neck, all the way up to her ear.
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"Yes..." Mitsuru sighs, too drugged to care if the feeling is illicit.
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