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@kirijo
18 / female / masochists / Queen (❤️)

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My Self-Summary

I am a Queen, shouldn't you be the one trying to sell yourself to me?

My Future Plans

The House saw fit to gift me with a riding crop, ask me nicely and I'll show it to you.

My Talents

I have been gifted with superior intellect and beauty. I am also exceptionally modest.

Favorite Books, Movies, Music, and Food

I enjoy the music of Chopin while being hand-fed petit fours.

My Ideal Partner

A lowly, filthy peasant who worships the ground I walk on and takes all of their punishments like a good pet.

Height 5'5 Body Type Slender yet curvy Smokes No Drinks I enjoy champagne Drugs I prefer to keep a clear head Sign Taurus Education College level Occupation Corporate Femdom Income Billionaire Status Children None Pets None yet. Isn't that why I'm completing this form? Hobbies Fencing, literature and making you kneel.

art credit: one. two. three. four. five.

01. WINE OR BEER

WINE

.02 CLOWNS OR MIMES

MIMES

.03 SHOWER OR BATH

BATH

.04 PIRATES OR NINJAS

PIRATES

.05 TITS OR ASS

TITS

.06 COFFEE OR TEA

TEA

.07 SPICY OR SWEET

SWEET

.08 SUMMER OR WINTER

WINTER

.09 LEATHER OR LACE

LEATHER

10. ROUGH SEX OR GENTLE SEX

ROUGH SEX

Personality Type
ENTJ-A The Commander

ENERGY

66%

extraverted

MIND

63%

intuitive

NATURE

66%

thinking

TACTICS

100%

judging

IDENTITY

71%

assertive

personality test. art credit.

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Mitsuru's Queen of ❤️s Suite

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[icequeenly]

[ Mitsuru would counter any of that with the defense that she is quite simply never a lazy mess. Sleeping in had been an entirely foreign concept to her before she had been brought to the resort and shown the appeal of spending a little extra time in bed with another. Even then, she still preferred to be the first to rise so the fact that Ragna has caught her still asleep is a testament to how very comfortable this ongoing thing between them has become.

The man always guaranteed the queen a good time after all.

Last night had been no exception and while it might not have been a marathon session on this occasion, Mitsuru still possesses that pleasantly delicious ache between her legs. The kind of soreness that she has to show for having been so thoroughly fucked and debauched by Ragna as per usual. She would never admit it, but she is an embarrassingly intimate sleeper and Ragna's arm around her waist has a soft noise of contentment escaping the redhead's throat as all but snuggles into him. Call her touch starved, why don't you?

Of course if she were more awake and her usual alert self she would have registered the sound of another door elsewhere in her suite of rooms being closed. Close enough to be audible which means whoever is in the queen of hearts' suite is CLOSE given how huge this place is. You could be at the other side of the place and not hear anyone on the other. Perhaps having had household staff her whole life, not just at the resort but back home as well, means that such a thing no longer pierces her self-conscious.

Either way, Mitsuru definitely isn't waking up yet. ]

[belialedge]

[ He's come to notice this more "embarrassing" side of herself that he imagines she would otherwise keep to herself. So that when she downright snuggles into him, he actually is receptive and doesn't shy away either. There was good reason that these two found themselves being so explosive from their first encounter. Nobody ever planned for something as downright eruptive as what their typical fuck sessions became; it's the fact that the two of them were starved of physical affection for so long that it was all coming out beneath the roof of the House.

Mitsuru may not be so awake yet, but his own senses were razor sharp. It came with the territory with practically sleeping with one eye open every night after taking on the mantle of Ragna the Bloodedge. If he hadn't, he wouldn't be a wanted man for very long by the time the vigilantes got to him. His body visibly stiffens as he can tell that there's someone else here. But he also doesn't want to just outright yell out and wake up his partner. Nami? Perhaps another guest that she's taken a liking to? Or perhaps it was an ill-advised housekeeping round. Or her personal chef who no doubt would have prepared breakfast for the illustrious Queen of Hearts.

Either way... ]

...nooot in the mood.

[ To deal with whoever is out there and on their way. So he does the only sensible thing in the moment, regardless of whether or not this stirs the voluptuous, naked redhead pressing up against his own nude form (save for the black sleeve he keeps on his right arm). Throwing the blankets up and over both of their heads, he huddles down as he listens for whether or not the presence would draw nearer or not. All the while keeping his eyes intent upon the sleeping Queen as his hand gently strums up and down the small of her back. ]

[icequeenly]

[ As someone who is usually an early riser, it isn't too much longer until Mitsuru joins him in waking up. Long lashes flutter against her cheeks as she stirs and her auburn eyes slowly open, a little half-lidded in the morning light. She feels Ragna's large, calloused hand stroking the small of her back and shivers appreciatively for a moment, memories of last night revisiting her with abundance as she shifts and moves onto her back to gaze up at him for a moment. ]

...Good morning.

[ It is about that time she guesses, time for breakfast and she finds herself oddly ravenous - although given all of the physical activity the night before that probably shouldn't be surprising. Her chef is normally discrete, keeping himself firmly to the kitchen and never straying near to the queen's bedrooms or anywhere else there might be... socialising. However, the housekeeping staff are another story.

Especially given that it's actually far later in the morning than Mitsuru thinks it is.

All of her relaxed mannerisms go straight out the window once she hears another click of a door opening somewhere very nearby, followed by footsteps and her eyes widen as she continues to look up at the silver-haired man. ]

Do you hear that?

[ Or someone rather. Her eyes continue to widen in horror as she realises that was and is the sound of staff entering the corridor that leads directly to the door to her private bedroom. She deliberates her next course of action, whether to dash across her room wrapped in her duvet and ask them politely and very firmly to leave before they can come into the room. But that doesn't exactly solve the issue of a naked Ragna being in plain sight once her door is opened... That might be a normal sight for people around here but that doesn't mean that Mitsuru is about to lower her standards to accepting people seeing her guest in the nude. ]

You need to hide.

[ Is what she hisses at him in a hurried whisper. He could sprint for the en-suite bathroom?? But then her room is so damn big that he might not make it in time! And anyway they're going to want to clean in there!

Must they just accept their fates it seems? ]

[belialedge]

[ Sure enough, as Mitsuru finally begins to stir, Ragna adjusts himself so that he was better looking down at her when he locks eyes with those deeper merlot hues. At the end of the day, he really was grateful for her and how she treated him even upon first meeting. He enjoyed her company, and found he could unwind and relax around her if he was looking for a change of company. Frankly, he can only hope that he provides a similar reprieve for her. ...even without all of this. But damn it all, if looks could kill, because as she lies naked beneath him with such a gorgeous body in his periphery... ]

Morning, sleepyhead...

[ He's about to indulge in a bit of reminisce as he leans over her in a bid to steal away her breath with a kiss when suddenly, he hears it. That audible click and footsteps drawing nearer and nearer. Every fibre of his being visibly tenses as he realizes that the commotion he heard earlier was coming right for them. More specifically...shitty as the reality was? He was still a lowly 3 of Diamonds. Someone that would look "unsightly" in the eyes of the housekeeping or whoever was en route if it's a denizen of this world. And where oh where were his clothes again? Strewn about the room. His pants in a pile on the marbled floor here...a button-up shirt draped over a bedpost there...

The evidence is everywhere. And the biggest culprit of them all was sitting upright by the Queen's side as she hisses at him to hide. ]

The hell do you mean hide?! They're gonna find us anyway— [ SIGH. ] Goddammit c'mere!

[ Because it would be incredibly uncouth to waltz in on Mitsuru buck naked too, wouldn't it?? Before the redhead can think of getting too far away from him, he reaches out and cinches her wrist in his strong hold for a moment before closing his eyes and concentrating. With a hushed yet hurried breath: ]



Activating Ars: Camouflage!

[ Now you see them? Now you don't. Like he'd done for her when they first met in person, his spell renders them invisible to the naked eye. ...Even if it means they can still see and feel one another as they brace for the possibility of housekeeping waltzing in as they sit on the bed. Whether they scramble under the covers still despite this or not, he can only think of one step at a time here okay!? ]

[icequeenly]

[ Perhaps she wouldn't exactly have objected to a little trip down memory lane first thing in the morning. Ragna was always so... thorough, what better way to set herself up for the day than being fucked until she practically sees stars. Then again, perhaps that was entirely the wrong way to start a day if one intended to be in any way remotely productive.

Alas they might never know and while Mitsuru hadn't forgotten about that strange ability of his, it still takes her by surprise as he seizes her wrist in order to render them both unseen to any unsuspecting housekeeping staff. Now here they are, her practically beneath him with her wrist pressed to the surface of the mattress as she stares up at her muscle bound companion for the morning with wide merlot eyes and a flush to her usually porcelain cheeks.

...This is in itself is rather close to a reminiscing session.

She doesn't dare speak for a moment, instead listening out to try and detect how close they are to reaching her room. Although when they don't immediately rush in she does speak in a very low whisper. ]

...How long are you able to maintain this?

[ Also would he be able to do it during...? No, don't think about that. ]

[belialedge]

...Hours? I've never really timed it.

[ A damning thing to admit to when you've got a buxom little redhead practically pinned beneath you on the Queen bedspread. Any other time and place? Being in a compromising position like this with the ever looming presence of a housekeeper around the corner would have made him panic more. But after what they were up to last night, and the fact that her otherwise porcelain cheeks were flushing an attractive shade of red...

He swallows thickly as his mismatched gaze locks with her merlot hues. Lets her chew on that little factoid he's slipped her while also doing his best not to let himself just...drag against her unintentionally.

Why the hell does his heart feel so damn loud in his ears? ]

[icequeenly]

[ Hours. Well then. ]

...I see. Such a lengthy duration is quite.. impressive...

[ As is the implement between his legs that she absolutely did not just feel against her as she shifts beneath him somewhat in a way that is not a little restless. Do not think about it. She's disciplined, to even contemplate something so scandalous!

...This place is crawling with extremely uncouth ghosts, is it not?... ]

They like to be extremely thorough with cleaning my quarters.

...We may be here for some time.

[belialedge]

It wouldn't be so handy if it only lasted minutes for me...

[ Speaking of lengthy...it doesn't help that the combination of dulled sleepiness and what they'd just done the night prior was still oh-so-fresh in his head. Mitsuru shifting slightly beneath him as it feels as though they're teetering on something they really, really, really shouldn't do right now...was definitely turning this into a losing battle.

The reality was, he could just roll over and throw the blankets overtop them now. But instead, as he attempts to "find his balance", an arm slides further down until his hand was smoothed over the curve of her hip and moving along the side of her leg. ]

So then...

[ Someone help these two. Or more specifically, Ragna whose coming down with a case of morning wood that's becoming increasingly more difficult to get rid of. Apologies in advance for feeling that one, Highness. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Oh she can feel it alright. Her gaze falls between his legs to confirm her suspicions and the quiet hiss of a reprimand that follows is merely halfhearted at best. Its effectiveness is not at all helped by the red tinge of Mitsuru's cheeks. ]

Ragna.

[ She finds herself moving into his touch as moves along the curve of her hip, then her leg, a light shiver running through her body in what seems like anticipation...

It shouldn't happen this quick, she shouldn't be wet at the thought of what they could be doing while they're stuck hiding out like this. She shifts again, her hips tilting upwards, pressing herself against him there as she gazes up at him through those dark lashes and merlot orbs of hers. ]

We... We really shouldn't.

[ They really shouldn't!! ]

[belialedge]

[ The instant her hips tilt upwards, Ragna's gaze is locked upon those dark lashes as his grip on his own restraint is slipping all over again. They may have stood a chance together. May have. If Mitsuru hadn't found herself shifting and tilting her ups to meet that thickened heat between his legs as he finds himself settled between her spread set. It didn't help that he can see that arch in her back. The way it presses those full breasts of hers out so invitingly for his eyes.

Those same pair that he'd spent ample time sucking on and lavishing with so much attention last night. ]

Then stop rubbing up against me.

[ A bold thing to say when your cock was filling out so much that it taps dauntingly past her navel as the weight of it pulses against her stomach. Precum was already beading and wetting her taut belly where the bell end of him could reach so deep if it were possible. Of course it wasn't. But that visual between the two of them has him swallowing thickly as he closes his eyes for a fleeting second or two. Just a mental check as he rears his hips back and slots the underside of his dick against her smooth pussy lips, slowly rolling back and forth as if either one of them needed further warming up. ]

Spell's still up.

[icequeenly]

[ This is it. They are officially terrible. Or at least Mitsuru thinks that of herself, given how harshly she judges herself and what a high standard she holds herself to on a regular day. Now here she is, invisible and in bed with an extremely muscular man that she is actually contemplating another sexual encounter with while the house's cleaning staff are literally in the next room...

Possibly about to enter her bed chambers to clean.

Mitsuru finds herself groaning, soft and needy as he rubs his rapidly hardening cock against her pussy, the slick between her legs only increasing as her body immediately responds to his presence there... Her lips grind softly against the head of his dick and it takes every inch of her self control not to just jerk her hips and take him in. Ragna might have other ideas though...

The redhead swallows, ] ...You wouldn't happen to be able to muffle noise too, would you?

[ For no reason. No reason whatsoever... ]

beg forgiveness for the wait weh

[belialedge]

[ If it made Mitsuru feel any better? That thought never crossed his mind upon waking up either. For all intents and purposes, he was going to thank her for a good night, treat her to a personal breakfast, and let her carry on with her day when the two of them finished cleaning up and visiting. Then again, how did their first true encounter start? He'd meant to protect her from her own entourage so that she could at least feel some sense of normalcy amidst this smutty madhouse. Then what happened? He whisked her away to her Queen's Chambers by the end of the night to work some of that salacious tea out of their systems. Her birthday? Spent in bed with two ravenous wolves, turning the tables and eager to devour her for just how delicious she was, top to bottom for every curve.

The voluptuous red vixen, ensnaring her personal hare for an evening when he felt that he had nowhere else to go. Until Mitsuru was a shaking, literally squirting mess of a girl from gettingher insides rearranged by his thick cock. That very same rapidly hardening cock that slots up neatly against her pussy right now. The less questions they asked about how and why, the easier it was to just...fall right back in. Hardly a complaint when she looked as stunning as she was beneath him, flustered cheeks and that audible swallow that gets his dick stirring so promisingly between them. Until he rears his hips back just enough that the next time he adjusts himself on top of her, the slicked underside of his length presses against her stomach, reaching dauntingly past her navel as fresh precum beads from the proud tip. ]

Yeah...I got a trick for that.

[ First, however, under the invisible veil of his camouflage Ars, he angles his hips with a hand gripping the base of his swollen cock, rubbing the bell end along her smooth folds before sighing under his breath as best as he damn well can when he thrusts forward. Spreading her insides around his thick girth, he doesn't care to bottom out straightaway inside her molten wet cunt as her grip of him threatens to make him belt out a moan of his own. But he grits his teeth instead, hissing in pleasure as heat blooms around the inches she's taken so far whilst he's granted an eyeful of her voluptuous form arching and taking his dick so good. ]

Fuck— girl...

[ It's always so good. Should her voice get carried away on her, however, as he threatens to split her open even deeper as he pushes and throbs, towering over her as he does and covering her much smaller body, Ragna's free hand gently clasps over her mouth. ]

forgiveness for me too!!

[icequeenly]

[ Honestly, she's still a little sore from last night. Sore in that deeply desirable way that indicates an evening between the sheets extremely well spent, particular with Ragna and his... well, size.

A whimper threatens to spill forth from her lips as he presses inside of her, stretching around his length, except he's- He's covering her mouth. It's the first time anyone has done to that to her during sex, understandable really given the circumstances but her eyes still widen in shock as another sound escapes her and is immediately muffled by his hand; a whimper of pleasure this time.

Mitsuru can't entirely describe it but somehow it feels bad- except in a good way? To know that nobody can see precisely what he's doing to her right now but that it's in plain sight regardless, combined with the way he covers her mouth and she's made to take him without being allowed to make a sound. It's something. The deep red flush on her cheeks says as much as she gazes up at him with wide, imploring eyes - she wants him to keep going, harder. ]

IT'S A FORGIVEATHON VITT

[belialedge]

[ It's because of that softer whimper that Mitsuru nearly lets spill that has him gently silencing her. But of course he wasn't going to just keep his hand clasped over her mouth like some damned muzzle either. Just a gestured hush while he gives a more firm snap of his hips until her curvy frame is jostled on the bed beneath him, the proud bell end of his cock spearing on her core as he breathes a hot sigh for her. ]

Nnn...

[ They shouldn't be speaking...they can't. Not if they want the staff to notice as they draw nearer to the bedchambers. Would he even notice if they stepped into the room? Would they spot the bedspread rustling invisibly and assume it was phantoms making a mess of the Queen's room? Not again...they'll just have to go and fetch a specialist to exorcise them from Mitsuru's room if that's the case. It's the best case scenario that either one could ask for as his hand over her mouth loosens, fingers splaying until the tips were plucking upon her luscious lips. If she pipes up again, he'll cover her mouth. But right now, he wants to watch her face, her tits rolling hypnotically in his periphery as he keeps the pace slow to start, but the force behind his thrusts hardening as her insides are tested by the weight of his cock heavily lurching inside her. ]