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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]

[ Honestly, it would take some control not to start fucking the other woman - Mitsuru had formidable self-control at nearly all times, but Nami always seems to rile her up. The taste of her lips, her lithe, nearly naked body being so close; it all makes Mitsuru wet, makes her ache for the other woman.

Having to hold off on instant gratification, to deny herself the pleasure of fucking Nami with her fingers, her tongue and whatever toy she decided to use later... it would be a challenge. That in itself is exciting. She shivers at the thought. ]

I believe that ridiculous advert of mine said "your majesty"... [ She can at least be amused about that now, with Nami at least. Even if it had made her want to die at the time - and still kind of does. ]

I think I like "mistress" better. [ It's Nami's suggestion, of course she does. And this is the done thing, is it not? She's the furthest thing from an expert, but the word sounds appealing from her companion's lips. ]

I want to hear how it sounds on your lips while I mark you.

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[ Drawing herself up into a comfortable stretch, Nami moves away from Mitsuru after dusting one last kiss to her lips, turning around to follow through with her friend's request. ]

I don't think I have to call you that if I'm a queen too.

[ Turning her head to smirk at Mitsuru over her shoulder, she reaches back and unfastens her bra, letting it slide down her arms and to the floor before she bends forward and rests her hands on the edge of the vanity, still looking behind her at her friend as she arches her ass, wiggling it slightly, half teasing half tempting Mitsuru (and her crop) closer. ]

Like this, Mistress?

[ The color on her cheeks isn't likely to be going anywhere soon, not when playing at this with someone she knows like Mitsuru makes it easy to trust, and lean into the desire already working through her, slickness already clinging to her folds in anticipation. ]

Oh?

[ She turns to look ahead only to be caught by Mitsuru's reflection in the vanity's mirror instead, another pang of want shooting through her at the thought of being marked up while the younger woman watches every expression on her face as she's spanked with the crop. Nami's thighs press together as she shifts, the movement almost unconscious as she fends off the shiver that threatens to climb up her spine. ]

I kind of like this possessive side of you, Mitsuru.

[ Based on the lower pitch to her voice when Nami speaks again, she likes it a lot. ]

[icequeenly]

[ She chuckles softly. It's true, Nami is a queen now. Not that she ever needed that rank officially in order for Mitsuru to view her as such. She's always been her equal in Mitsuru's eyes, in every respect. As she watches Nami position herself, she continues to let the crop flick idly against the surface of the table, picturing how it's going to look and feel smacking against the other woman's soft, beautiful backside. She bites her ruby red lower lip as she imagines it, her voice low but quietly commanding in tone as she responds. Speaking in that authoritarian way has always been second nature to her, she's just never applied it in a situation like this before...

Why not now? ]

Yes, like that. Très bien.

[ Mitsuru draws in closer behind her just as desired, unable to help but admire the view as her fellow redhead seductively moves her ass for her. ]

I like the way you look like this...

[ She holds out her hand, elegant fingers caressing and possessively squeezing Nami's ass for a moment, a little demanding too - in her limited knowledge, she knows she's supposed to begin this slowly, to ease them both into it, signal where she plans to strike first... She keeps her eyes on Nami's in the mirror before them both, deep pangs of arousal coursing through her as she takes in the position they're both in, the seductive feeling of power over her lover that it brings.

When she introduces the crop, she drags the end teasingly over Nami's ass cheeks, over the spots she was just squeezing with her hands. She watches keenly for a reaction with those sharp mahogany eyes of hers as she finally brings the crop down upon one of the other woman's ass cheeks, light and teasing more than anything else for this first blow. But enough to draw a little pink to the surface of Nami's pale skin momentarily. ]

Do you like that? [ A question punctuated by another teasing flick of the queen of heart's riding crop against Nami's ass. She places her free hand lightly upon the top of her ass, drifting towards the curve of her lower back, as if holding her in place in this position. ] Because I'm just getting started with you.

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[ Being on the spot like this, with no way to turn her head to avoid letting Mitsuru watch her face, should make her feel more cagey than she does. Instead, Nami meets Mitsuru's eye despite the flush coloring her cheeks, and the sudden way her body jolts in response to the first light smack of the crop's tip as it connects with her ass.

Nami's breath catches, blue eyes widening just at the very corners in a subtle show of delight and surprise, her head nodding in answer without really thinking about it, the heat between her thighs flares, leaving her certain she's already obviously wet beneath her panties. ]

Yes Mistress. [ She lifts her ass as she answers, as if to show her just how much, and turns away from the mirror, looking over her shoulder so she can watch Mitsuru directly, eyes glinting in excitement. Her friend might not be a Straw Hat, but Nami trusts her like one. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Yes Mistress. Two such simple words and yet their effect is immeasurable. Mitsuru finds that she likes it, loves it even - loves the way that the other woman responds too, watching Nami lift her ass in that demanding manner, silently asking her fellow queen for more.

And how could Mitsuru deny her? She's beautiful, that excited glint in her eye sending heat and pangs of arousal straight to the younger girl's pussy.

Hesitancy starts to ebb away, a rather feline looking smile starting to curl at the corners of Mitsuru's ruby red lips. She runs her hand soothingly, teasingly over the small of Nami's back for a moment, before once again striking her ass with the riding crop. The other side this time. And a little harder. The pink mark left on the taller woman's skin lingers this time. Mitsuru can't help but admire the gorgeous bloom of pink upon Nami's skin, leaning in for just a moment to teasingly place her lips upon it in a kiss. ]

Is taking my whip harder like this making you wet, Nami?

[cartographie]

[ Nami's shoulders tense, fighting to keep her breathing under control as every firm rap of the crop against her backside sends a jolt of startling pleasure straight to her cunt. She's ached to be touched before, the trappings of his casino have made sure that Nami's become no stranger to this primal variety of longing, but that there's nothing beyond Mitsuru herself making Nami feel this way now makes it all the more rare and real.

Mitsuru's crop comes down harder, and she can't suppress the soft sigh that passes her lips in response, her hips unconsciously rocking back against the touch, a not unpleasant burn left behind by that firmer strike, a sensation that leaves her wondering after the marks her friend's currently leaving behind.

Another, louder groan escapes her when Mitsuru asks if she's getting wet from this, the slicked up heat of her entrance clenching tightly, as though her body's waiting to be filled. ]

So wet Mistress. [ There's a soft neediness threading through her voice, a tone that doesn't often work its way into the way Nami speaks. ]

Do you like seeing me get this soaked for you?

[icequeenly]

I do.

[ She's never done this before, for once relying on mostly pure instinct alone rather than any particular knowledge. All Mitsuru knows is that this entire thing is turning her on far, far more than she ever expected it to.

The hand stroking the small of her friend's back, moves downwards, caressing her ass in exploratory strokes until she snakes it down and down between the other woman's legs. She tugs gently at the edge of Nami's panties, slipping beneath them with a soft sigh of her own. What she's seeking is hardly a mystery, locating the soft, wet folds of Nami's cunt. Her voice is low, husky with desire, as she begins to press her index finger inside of her, finding the other woman as soaked as she hoped she would be. ]

I want to feel you getting even wetter around my fingers while I whip you.

[ Yes, the whip is still very much present, as Mitsuru raps it sharply against Nami's ass again, lower and a little harder again this time, closer to the top of her thighs. Right as she begins to slowly fuck the other woman from behind with her finger. She's so slick, it makes the darker haired girl shiver with arousal, with want. She knows all too well how privileged she is getting to see Nami like this, to hear that needy tone in her voice... ]

Look in the mirror again. I want to see the expression on your face. I want you to look at me while I do this to you.

[cartographie]

[ The dueling sensations of the now familiar and eternally blissful sensation of Mitsuru's touch as her finger slides inside her cunt, and the sharp bites of the crop's edge as it meets her ass makes Nami feel like she's being pulled in two directions in the best way possible. Rocking back, greedily trying to work herself closer to both Mitsuru's finger and the crop she brings down on her backside, Nami's fingers curl tightly around the edge of the table, her eyes shut tightly as she nods, answering in a whimper. ]

Mistress–

[ Her entrance seems to clench every time the crop whips her ass, shoulders bowing slightly from her effort to keep her composure and resist the temptation to lift her ass even higher, then Mitsuru commands her to lift her head and look back at the mirror and Nami can feel her resolve eroding as quickly as color rises to her face.

Despite the red cheeks, she manages to do as she's told her bottom lip caught by her teeth as she hums out a repressed moan, raising her head to meet Mitsuru's stare in the mirror, her eyes half-lidded with desire as her body tightens around the finger fucking into her, leaving hotter and slicker than she can ever remember being, and utterly enthralled with Mitsuru and the thrill that comes with yielding up control. ]

Please, please, Mistress, you're going to make me come.

[icequeenly]

[ It's everything she could possibly desire right now, in this moment, to feel her fellow redhead come undone from the press of her fingers and the strikes of her whip. She inserts a second digit inside of her, parting them, spreading her friend's tight cunt wider as she picks up her pace, fucking her harder, faster-

And still, she doesn't relent with that riding crop, sharply flicking the leather across one side of her friend's ass and then the other, leaving vivid red marks across each ass cheek. She meets the other woman's gaze in her mirror with a smile, one that is simultaneously warm but also commanding, mahogany eyes full to the brim with her intentions, to be completely and utterly ruthless until her lover is utterly undone - ]

Good- C'est magnifique. Come for me, Nami.

[ Her own pussy is positively aching with desire at this point, her own underwear damp as she watches what she's causing to unfold before her eyes. She can feel it, hear it- the slick noises as she fucks Nami's cunt with her fingers. She'd love to taste it, taste what she's done to her. Her thumb brushes the other woman's clit as she moans with soft approval. ]

I don't think I've ever felt you this wet- you were already soaked at just the thought of this, weren't you?

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[ Her skin burns everywhere the crop's struck her, the thought of the marks Mitsuru will leave behind only serving to make her cunt shudder more against those fingers as they mercilessly fuck into her, spreading her open as Mitsuru works to make her completely come apart.

The praise her whimpers are met with just adds fuel to the fire already raging over her senses, lips parted as she breathes hard, staring round-eyed at Mitsuru's reflection in the mirror as she tries to fight the need to let her eyes squeeze shut so she can lose herself to the maddening contrast of sensations currently eroding her sense of restraint. Staring into those wonderfully deep, mahogany eyes, Nami moans again, one of her hands gripping tightly to the edge of the vanity as she shifts her weight and lifts her ass higher, thighs parting as she all but offers herself to the other woman. ]

Y-yes–

[ Stammering, breathless, it's hard to tell what Nami's agreeing to – the command that she come for Mitsuru, or the observation about her sopping cunt, and for now she's too far gone to clarify. Fresh slickness meets Mitsuru's thrusting fingers as Nami's body tenses, her back bowing in a deep arch as every muscle in her body seems to tense as she comes perilously close to her climax before hurtling, shuddering over the edge. Another yes follows the first, whimpered and trembling, then a third and fourth, the word repeating as Nami's body shudders around her friend's fingers, the bite of the whip as it meets her ass reducing her moans to shuddering growls and soft, spent whimpers. ]

Mitsuru…

[icequeenly]

[ She doesn't stop nor withdraw until she has drawn every last moan and whimper from her fellow redhead, drinking in every reaction, feeling her own arousal building to a fever pitch. Once she senses she's drawn out all that she can, she does slowly withdraw her fingers, stroking the other woman's folds in an almost soothing manner and still teasing gently at her clit with her thumb for little longer. She moves and leans forward, kissing the side of the other woman's neck, still gently stroking her pussy as she murmurs to Nami, ]

Believe me, I'm not done with you yet.

[ They're not done here, period. She and Nami had discussed trying out as many toys as possible had they not? So the both of them would be prepared and know what they're doing in these situations... That's definitely entirely the reason and not at all because she utterly delights in each and every encounter and whatever they choose to partake in or choose to explore.....

Whenever Nami is sufficiently recovered, Mitsuru is ready and raring to devour her mouth on the circular couch of her dressing room. Relocating to the bedroom seems much too troublesome now. ]

[cartographie]

[ Slow, but no less blissful tremors continue to work through Nami's body even after Mitsuru eases her fingers out of her still tightened cunt, another low moan tumbling past her hips as she feels her friend's attentions shift to teasing her outer folds, her thumb still working against Nami's clit, keeping her hips rocking back against the other woman's hand. The sharpness of the pain where the whip met her ass has died back, but the reddening heat and the low ache it's replaced with are just as strangely pleasing as they meld with the feelings Mitsuru continues to evoke as her hand continues their caresses. ]

You better not be.

[ Like a cat, her back arches up, curving against Mitsuru's chest as the other woman leans over to to dust kisses to her throat. Staying bent over and balanced on one hand, Nami reaches the other back, palm running across Mitsuru's shoulders, touching her for the joy of it before the younger redhead draws back and moves towards the sofa.

Nami wastes no time ignoring the tingle that accompanies every step as she moves towards the sofa, before she's crawling closer to Mitsuru, staying up on her knees as one hand moves to cradle the nape of her friend's neck and pull her into the ravenous kiss she's been waiting ages to give her. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Mitsuru returns that kiss with equal hunger - both had been craving the touch of the other's lips it seems. The crop is set to one side as she lets herself utterly unwind and revel in this.

She lets herself slowly tip backwards until her back hits the plush surface of the couch, her hands cupping either side of Nami's face as she continues to kiss her and pull her with her in the process. The next words she murmurs against the other woman's lips make her blush but hadn't they both said they wanted to try so many things with one another? All for research purposes of course. ]

I want you to grind yourself on me- make me wetter-

[ As if it were somehow possible for her to be any wetter with the effect Nami's reactions have had upon her so far. She's never tried this before, isn't even sure if either of them will feel anything from it - yet she can't deny the idea of Nami rubbing her cunt on hers is a very appealing one regardless. At least until she's ready to introduce the next toy she wants them to try out together into this little rendezvous in her walk-in wardrobe. ]

[cartographie]

[ Mitsuru isn't the only one with her face left feeling warm in the wake of that maddeningly heady, wonderful directive she issues. Caught by surprise in the best possible way, Nami moans against her friend's mouth, nodding slowly as she moves to join her on the couch.

It's another first for her too, and while she isn't sure what the result's going to be, feeling Mitsuru's slick folds pressed and grinding against her own is thrilling regardless.

Breaking off the kiss to sit on the sofa as well, she scoots closer, sitting sideways with her legs spread, one thigh draping over Mitsuru's as she arranges herself with her hands planted behind her, giving her the leverage she'll need to rock against her friend's body. ]

Come here. I wanna feel you.

[icequeenly]

[ Nami's words mirror the thoughts of Mitsuru herself and she adopts a similar position upon the couch with bated breath. Legs spread, she moves in, pressing her slick folds against Nami's own with nothing but anticipation that feels like a jolt of electricity down her spine.

A soft groan escapes her lips as she carefully starts to move against the other woman, slowly while she feels out exactly how this works. Whether or not she's doing this right or not, the sounds of their equally soaked arousals rubbing together brings a dark blush to the younger woman's cheeks and she can't help but laugh softly and breathlessly. ]

How can something that seems so undignified feel this good?

[cartographie]

[ Just like the crop, and the strap on, and so many other times in the past, Nami's left completely reeling from how turned on trying something new with Mitsuru can leave her. Without thinking about it, Nami's gaze is fixed on their bodies, her teeth catching her bottom lip and her face flushing redder as Mitsuru moves to press her cunt against Nami's. The soft, pleasured sound that escapes her friend is enough to pull her gaze back to Mitsuru's face, grinning breathlessly at her when their eyes meet, before the slick sound of their folds rubbing against each other pulls a moan out of Nami as well. ]

We look so good– [ She babbles, voice husky and eyes bright. ] You feel so good.

[ Keeping herself held up with one hand against the sofa, Nami reaches down to where their bodies meet, her fingers forking over her cunt as she moves to part her folds. The bare heat of her body presses flush to Mitsuru's, the friction teasing over her clit making her breath catch before her hand shifts to spread Mitsuru open as well, making their already direct point of contact even more so for both of them. ]

[icequeenly]

[ It's all so very good, the way they look, the way they move together, the sounds as their slick cunts rub against one another. Then Nami makes it even better if that is somehow possible and Mitsuru's breath catches in her throat, a gasping moan leaving her parted lips at the other woman's clit pressed to hers. They're both so wet and making one another slicker by the second, each grinding movement only highlighting the sticky arousal between them.

Mitsuru's gaze strays further afield for a moment, catching the sight of them both in one of the many mirrors lining the walls of her walk-in closet. It makes her blush when she realises how much she likes watching this - indeed, how much she had liked seeing Nami's face in the mirror as she had subjected her to her riding crop and fingers, see herself behind the other woman as she made her come undone. Now she's surrounded by the sight of them both, lithe yet soft bodies grinding against one another... ]

Oh god, Nami-

[ She reaches out a hand to caress the taller redhead's breasts, teasing her nipples between her thumb and forefinger. Gentle, teasing pinches, moaning louder as she grinds herself harder against the other woman's cunt, face utterly flushed. ]

I love feeling you like this-

[cartographie]

[ Her forehead creases with effort, eyes locked in the sight of their cunts grinding against each other, flushed and slick, the pleasantly aching spots on her ass where the crop struck her simmering with sensation every time Nami lets her hips roll to meet Mitsuru's.

When Nami finally looks up, her face is flushed and her lips are parted, breathing hard with desire and effort, eyes wide as they take in the sight of the other woman before her gaze follows Mitsuru's towards one of the mirrors situated across from them. The sight pulls a husky moan out of her, her teeth raking over the swell of her bottom lip, her cheeks going redder when their eyes meet in the reflection, compelling Nami to let herself rock a little more roughly, needily, against her friend's cunt, the slickness, and friction against her sensitive flesh already working to push her towards another climax. ]

I wanna fuck you all day, Mitsuru.

[ She shivers as she feels the sensitive peak of her nipple plucked and teased roughly. Without thinking about it first, Nami reaches down, staying propped up on one elbow as she catches Mitsuru's wrist, bringing the other woman's hand to her mouth. She presses a breathless kiss against the inside of her friend's wrist before her lips travel up her palm, moaning against her skin before she finds herself sucking and nibbling at the tips of her fingers, tasting her own cunt on her friend's skin and moaning again as a result. ]

Think we can come like this? I want to try, I want to feel your cunt against mine.

[icequeenly]

[ I wanna fuck you all day, Mitsuru. ]

That desire is mutual, Nami.

[ I want to feel your cunt against mine.

Every filthy word has that coil inside of her wound a little tighter, aching for release. The ache had been present since she had started spanking Nami with her crop, those red marks on her pert little ass and the way she had come undone around Mitsuru's fingers to the sounds of her crop reverberating off of mirrored walls- All of it had been far too mesmerising to put into words. It had left the younger girl soaked and wanting herself.

The sensations of both their arousals intermingling together, Nami's soaking wet cunt against her own- it's pure and utter indulgent bliss. It would be far too cliché and cringe worthy for Mitsuru to admit that this feels naughty, but as Nami sucks at her fingers and taste her own arousal on the other redhead's fingers, that's the word that springs to mind. Naughty, filthy, delightful.

The younger girl moans, her mahogany eyes a little half-lidded while she responds in kind, grinding her soaking wet pussy harder against her friend's in return. She chuckles, soft and nearly breathless with want and pure giddy bliss at what they're both doing together, ]

Oh, I'm quite sure we can.

[ And once they're done coming all over one another, she most certainly isn't done with Nami. Not by a long shot.

Her thoughts are interrupted as she feels that sensation heighten, the nearing edges of her orgasm threatening to take her over completely. She can feel her thighs beginning to twitch, that warmth deep her in core beginning to like a wave as she trembles and moans louder, helpless and mewling as she manages to gasp, ]

Nami, I'm going to come all over you-

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Me too, fuck, Mitsuru.

[ Whether it's due to the way they've arranged themselves, or the lingering, sweet way her last climax left her aching, this time as Nami's pleasure builds there's something sharper, a newfound intensity that works through her, urging her to grind her cunt and grasp Mitsuru's hip in an effort to pull her closer. ]

Come all over my cunt. I want to feel it, Mitsuru, please.

[ Tension knits through her rapidly, tightening her muscles and leaving the sodden entrance of her cunt quivering, as every slick brush of Mitsuru's clit against her flesh and vise versa leaves Nami whimpering. Her shoulders shake as she tries to hold out and make this blissfully heady, wildly sexy moment last as long as it can, but it's all much too much. ]

I can't wait, fuck I'm coming so hard for you.

[ Nami's lips hang parted, every breath panted out in a ragged moan as the steady roll of her hips starts to judder erratically, the pitch of her voice sharpening in a sudden cry as a gush of wet leaves her soaking against Mitsuru's cum, droplets of slick darkening the sofa beneath the hot press of their cunts. ]

[icequeenly]

[ Can there be anything better than this? Climaxing hard against Nami's cunt as she soaks Mitsuru's in her own release. If there was any chance whatsoever of the queen of hearts being able to hold back from the precipice of her orgasm it is utterly gone now. She cries out for both her own pleasure, that coil of pressure inside of her finally allowed to unleash and let shuddering bliss was over her and for the way this beautiful woman comes so hard for Mitsuru in return.

As the both reach their come down, Mitsuru sits up straighter, reaching for Nami, tangling her fingers in her hair as she kisses her mouth, hard. Then, breathlessly, she murmurs against the other woman's lips. ]

I'm going to make you do that again.

[ That's not an "I want to make you do that again". There is zero uncertainty in Mitsuru's words as she plants one more deep kiss on the other woman's lips before rising to her feet, intent on fetching something from the same spot in her walk-in where she secretly stashed her riding crop.

That something is a large black strap-on, ever so thoughtfully left by one of her attendants for the queen of hearts' use. Of course Mitsuru had initially dismissed such a thing altogether but... well, since the last time she had gotten to try one of these out with her fellow redhead, her opinion had undergone something of a reform. She looks suspiciously well practiced as she fastens the toys between her legs - as if she might have tried it on in the past out of curiosity. It sure as hell hasn't been used on anyone else yet. No, this would be just for Nami. ]

...I want you to bend over again for me.

[ This time she would get more than Mitsuru's fingers. ]

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[ Still shivering in the afterglow, it's by the blessing of a life of crime alone that Nami's fingers don't tremble when she reaches for Mitsuru as the other girl sinks her fingers into that muss of orange and pull her into a kiss. As eager as she is breathless when Mitsuru claims her mouth, Nami's hand buries itself in long burgundy hair, before those muttered words leaves her chuckling. ]

Good, I wasn't ready to be finished with you either.

[ One more kiss and Nami watches Mitsuru get back to her feet, taking the few moments of recovery she gets after her friend retreats to the same part of her closet she produced the crop from, to smooth out her hair and stretch lazily, before rolling up onto her knees to wait, her body drawn up straight, giving Mitsuru a clear view of her hands as they idly rub up and down her sides.

Nami's eyes flash, widening slightly after Mitsuru comes back into view with the strap-on, the sight making an eager grin spread slowly across her face as she watches the way her friend handles the toy she knows they're both very familiar with. The ease with which Mitsuru puts the harness on leaves her still soaking cunt aching with want all over again. The memory of fucking the younger woman with a similar toy, etched very vividly in her mind – Nami could never forget the almost shocking pang of lust that worked through her as she filled Mitsuru with the silicon cock springing up between her thighs.

The heat that spreads over her skin makes it easy for Nami's hands to thoughtlessly run lower, thumbs brushing just at the inside of her thighs before that order from the Queen of Hearts has her cunt quivering in anticipation. ]

I want you making me come so hard, Mitsuru.

[ She's breathless all over again when she complies, bending over much as she did when Mitsuru used the crop on her, the reddened marks from that still prickling her skin with a not at all unpleasant heat, a sensation that feeds into the easy, ready way Nami's desire rises all over again as she plants one hand on the couch and uses the other to reach back between her thighs and spread her folds apart, letting Mitsuru get a glimpse of the slick, flushed heat of her cunt as she watches her friend approach. ]

Can you see how messy you make my cunt already? Please fuck me with that cock– [ Pausing, she blushes and bites her lip, adding– ] Mistress.

[icequeenly]

[ Goodness, she is going to enjoy this. She might be in charge here but how can she do anything but comply with what Nami wants? What they both want. She watches the other woman spread the folds of her cunt wide for her and as she moves closer in behind, her feet padding on the marble floor, she can't resist bending down to press her lips Nami's pussy, tasting her where she's still soaked, relishing her release with a smile.

She then rights herself again and murmurs, soft and inviting as she brings the head of her plastic cock to Nami's entrance, rubbing it teasingly in the otehr woman's slick for a moment. ]

I love it when you ask me so nicely.

[ So sweetly. She might like Nami as her usual sassy, fearless self best of all, however this, behind closed doors has an allure all of its own.

Mitsuru might not have her riding crop to hand right now but she can improvise it seems, raising her hand and bringing her palm down to teasingly spank one of Nami's already red ass cheeks. Then, finally, she presses the cock into her fellow redhead's quivering and awaiting cunt, an appreciative moan escaping her lips at the sight of it.

She doesn't waste time and she might not have done this before but it doesn't take her long to ease out of those first couple of awkward movements into something altogether much better... Still in a standing position behind her companion, her purchase on the marble floor gives her the stability to press harder and faster, the slick noises as she fucks Nami sending deep pangs of arousal straight to her core. ]

Are you going to squirt all over it for me?

[ It might be a question but the intent behind is that her lover absolutely is going to do that for her. ]

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[ Not expecting to feel Mitsuru's mouth against her already soaked and sensitive folds, Nami can't tamp down the moan that passes her lips as that fleeting caress leaves her arching and aching with fresh want. ]

You're so good, so good, I wanna ask for it.

[ She can't keep quiet as Mitsuru's bare hand strikes her ass this time, making her jolt where she's bent, the hand gripping the top of the sofa tightening its grip while she utters a needy moan.

The sound of the fake cock filling her already drenched cunt is almost as illicit a thrill as the intense, breathtaking wave of pleasure being filled by the toy sends through her, a molten heat seeming to radiate from her core, where her climax has already begun to build.

Using the hold she has on the furniture she's bent over on for leverage, Nami eagerly arches back against the fake cock inside her, almost letting herself bounce against it in her enthusiasm as her free hand lingers between her thighs, keeping her folds parted so Mitsuru can watch the toy sinking into her over and over. ]

I want to. I want you fucking me until I'm dripping wet and soaking it, I want to show you how hard you make me come, Mitsuru.

[icequeenly]

Good. [ Another strike on her bare ass for her efforts, another reward. ]

I do adore when you tell me exactly how you want it.

[ She's always liked to be in control, always gravitated to the leadership position in most situations entirely naturally. Yet she's never felt quite a thrill like this at being the one in the position of power. It feels as though her body is positively humming with it and she can't keep her eyes off Nami, on her knees, her luscious ass and soaking wet cunt in display as she takes Mitsuru's fake cock over and over again so, so well...

It makes her groan with pleasure. ]

You're putting on quite a show for me already, Nami.

[ God, she is. Accompanied by the slick sounds of her pussy as Mitsuru pounds the dildo into her with almost ravenous abandon. She feels as though she wants to do nothing more than possess her fellow queen totally and completely in this moment and she reaches a hand to tangle her elegant fingers in Nami's beautiful tangerine coloured hair, tugging gently, smacking her ass once more with her free hand as she continues to fuck her. ] You take it so well- I want to watch you come.