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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]

[ 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-

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[ 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. ]

[cartographie]

[ 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. ]

[cartographie]

[ 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.

[cartographie]

[ While there might be a lot for Nami to examine about her willingness to yield like this for Mitsuru, right now she's too caught up in the bliss of it to mull over the why's and how's of letting anyone get her at ease enough to be comfortable like this. Like most days they're together, Mitsuru makes it hard to think about anything else but her, even if right now it's for a far more sordid set of reasons.

Jolting pleasure leaves Nami whimpering every time Mitsuru fucks that fake cock into her already soaking, overstimulated cunt, the fingers keeping her folds spread move to her clit instead rubbing firm circles over it as she pushes herself further and harder towards her next orgasm, driven by the need to give Mitsuru exactly what she's asking for. ]

Please, I want that, I want you to see me come.

[ There's a needy quiver to her voice that isn't there often, reserved for times like these when she's overwhelmed with pleasure and greedily reaching for more. That greed keeps the fingers on her clit moving steadily, the hot coil of tension pooling low in her core wound so tightly that when it snaps, Nami is left trembling and moaning, uncaring about how loud she's gotten. A slick rush of wet leaves the toy and the harness it's strapped to dripping, as streaks of her slick mark her thighs. The ravenous roll of her hips judders, knuckles going white as the hold she has on the back of the sofa tightens further.

It's still not enough to stop her fingers from swirling over her clit, urging more slick to squirt out of her shuddering, momentarily spent cunt and wet both of their thighs. ]

Fuck, fuck, fuck, it's so good, you're so good Mitsuru. [ A groan briefly cuts off that rush of fuckstruck babble, before– ] You're perfect.

[icequeenly]

I could say the same to you...

[ Is the softly worded response, as Mitsuru finally, finally grants Nami's trembling pussy some mercy and slowly withdraws the toy. Her expression contains nothing but reverence and admiration in equal measure, her eyes falling to the slicked up mess left in the wake of her withdrawal. ] Look at you. You're perfect.

[ One elegant hand reaches down, fingertips tenderly caressing her companion's soaked sex, leaning in to gently flick her tongue her tongue against it once again, tasting Nami's orgasm with no small degree of satisfaction. She's blushing at her own boldness as she eventually sits beside the other red head, arms wrapping around her midsection, wanting to tug her back into an upright seated position and into her embrace. ]

I think you should rest a while, then come to bed with me.

[cartographie]

[ Perfect — at least with the way Nami's body is positively buzzing in the wake of her most recent orgasm, she certainly feels that way, and Mitsuru doesn't seem inclined to let her think otherwise. The brush of the Mitsuru's tongue against the flushed, slicked up folds pulls another whimpered moan out of her, as her already overstimulated cunt is fleetingly teased again.

Nami draws in a sharp breath as she looks over her shoulder, her cheeks flushed, eyes bright and full of affection. ]

You don't have to ask me twice.

[ How Mitsuru hugs her from behind is all the invitation Nami needs, first to let her back arch, pressing against Mitsuru's front like an affectionate cat, before she follows the younger woman's lead.

With a sigh of contentment, Nami situates herself, against Mitsuru's side, wrapping her arms around the other woman's waist as she stamps kisses along the pale curve of her shoulder. ]

Honestly, it's getting me to leave your bed you might have to ask for.

[ Beyond the soft urge to stay close, Nami thinks like a pirate, and she's already cooking up her revenge. ]