Those teeth flash behind a pleased, and slightly smug, little smirk that's still on her lips when she catches Dahlia's own in a sharp, brief kiss, then grazes her teeth against her jaw. That hand strays just that little bit further to sink its fingers into the meat of her breast.
Dahlia tips her neck to the side, sighing at the light scrape of sharp fangs against her skin, clinging to Daisy lightly as she shifts and grinds, trying to create ever more direct contact between her clit and Daisy's muscular leg. She pants softly, swallowing from how dry her mouth has gotten from the action.
For all of Daisy's apparent composure, of the purposefulness behind every action or lack thereof, there is still a healthy flush beneath her skin and a hungriness in her gaze every time she looks down at Dahlia laying there beneath her. There's a thrill to having a woman—having Dahlia—so content to get off like this, with barely more than Daisy's leg to grind against, all the while exposed and vulnerable to the Hunter's gaze.
She drags her teeth down Dahlia's throat, traces the delicate path of the jugular that it would be effortless to sink them into, always careful not to draw more than the faintest beads of blood at best. She circles a claw around the outline of Dahlia's nipple and tweaks it between the soft pads of her fingers, then lets her palm provide friction as she grasps and squeezes the breast itself.
"Fuckin' hell, Dahlia..." she murmurs, almost more to herself than to Dahlia. That the only touches she's receiving in turn are Dahlia's grasping hands and the wetness against her leg certainly doesn't mean she's enjoying herself any less.
❃ Dahlia ❃ Oh, don't worry, Daisy, Dahlia's just saving her talents for later. Once she's put on a good show, gotten Daisy all wound up, Dahlia will make sure Daisy leaves here very satisfied.
Her true claws hidden away, Dahlia has no qualms about dragging her manicured nails down Daisy's back as heat builds within her. She runs her tongue over her lips, staring up intently at Daisy with dark brown eyes that could almost be described as doe-like if it weren't for the deep hunger that matches Daisy's own.
❀ Daisy ❀ There's a moment when Daisy meets Dahlia's eyes, with eyes that once upon a time would've reflected hers in colour just as much as they do desire, where she catches herself thinking: Shit. This reallyisn't just another Hunt.
It's a thought quickly pushed down into a recess of her mind from which she can retrieve it later. Not now, not the time. Deal with that later, deal with the gorgeous woman clinging to you now.
She kisses her again, just as sharp but not so brief. Lips and teeth and tongue, as if hungry for a taste of her. She never stops groping and kneading.
❃ Dahlia ❃ The kiss is what does it. A deep and proper kiss, no longer just teasing, but hungry and aching and true. Solid. Dahlia returns it, keening briefly against Daisy's hips as her own lose their rhythm in her moment ecstasy, jerking haltingly as her back arches, her breath fast and heavy. Then, she gradually slows to a stop.
❀ Daisy ❀ Even as she slows Daisy doesn't pull away, not immediately. Too caught up in the moment, in the way Dahlia moves against her, in a faintly smug sense of pride in it. It's when Dahlia stills completely that she pulls back to look at her in the face once more, hand settling at her waist and leg shifted back just enough.
"...yeah," she says, low but clear, that crooked smile back on her lips. "Hot as I thought it'd be."
❃ Dahlia ❃ That sets Dahlia snickering, wrapping her arms around Daisy and leaning up to kiss her again. "Glad I could entertain you," she teases. "Now it's your turn."
❀ Daisy ❀ Daisy hums, low and rumbling and amused, stealing yet another quick kiss before she asks, "Yeah? You been getting ideas down there?"
❃ Dahlia ❃ "I have a little treat." Her gaze drifts to a little drawer in her nightstand. "If you like that sort of thing."
❀ Daisy ❀ Her gaze follows almost automatically—colour Daisy intrigued. "Might do," she says, sitting up (somewhat reluctantly, like she doesn't want to move even that far apart if she doesn't have to) to see about checking the drawer.
❃ Dahlia ❃ Dahlia is on the same page, taking the path of least movement to lazily reach for her drawer. She fumbles a bit before producing a sculpted ceramic dildo in a pale blue-green.
❀ Daisy ❀ "A-ha." Daisy snorts softly, looking it over as Dahlia retrieves it. "Nice colour. And fun shape."
There's a brief moment of quiet as Daisy takes stock of herself, mindset and body alike. It's been a while since she was on the receiving end, especially of anything more than fingers, but...
"...yeah, okay. Let's use it." Even a rare appetite is still an appetite.
❃ Dahlia ❃ Dahlia is snickering again, a bit wickedly, clearly pleased with herself. "Perfect." Without changing position, she uses one hand to hold it up for Daisy, long fingers though the loop of the handle. "Want it like this? Or do you want to lie on your back so I can treat you?"
❀ Daisy ❀ There's a deeply, visibly fond roll of Daisy's eyes at the snicker, before she eyes Dahlia and her little treat for a moment longer. Thinking, again. Lying down is... more vulnerable, but it's not like Dahlia hasn't had her on her back before, with her hands in somehow much more intimate places.
"Lemme lie back. Just— be prepared for sudden movement."
Just in case.
❃ Dahlia ❃ "I think I can do that," Dahlia agrees, stroking Daisy's thigh idly while waiting for her to reposition. She likes the feel of the muscle under her fingers.
❀ Daisy ❀ Daisy shifts around until she's laying on her back on the sheets, propped lazily on her elbows, letting her legs spread. Her gaze settles immediately back on Dahlia and she breathes, then nods with a little 'mm'. She's comfortable. Ready.
❃ Dahlia ❃ Dahlia sits up and climbs over her on hands and knees, leaning in to kiss her, slow and languid, almost dreamy. With one hand, she slides the toy between Daisy's legs, holding it parallel to her for the moment to run the cool ridges over her clit. Back and forth, slowly, warming the toy and teasing her all at once.
❀ Daisy ❀ A shiver runs down Daisy's spine and she leans back into the kiss with a quieter, simmering sense of that familiar hunger. There's a subtle quiver to her breathing and a tension in her muscles that comes and goes until little by little she relaxes completely, under a swell of arousal and trust.
❃ Dahlia ❃ Once Daisy's tension has melted, Dahlia tilts the toy, finding her entrance and pressing gently. She wouldn't force it if there's any chance it might meaningfully hurt, that's not what this is, not this time. But with any luck, Daisy's body would welcome the intrusion...
❀ Daisy ❀ Daisy's fists curl in the sheets as the toy slides into her and she breathes a low curse, not from pain but from the flush of a kind of pleasure she so rarely indulges in. It's always an adjustment, getting used to the sensation again, but she's wet enough and relaxed enough and her body gives way. After a moment, her hips even roll just a little into it.
❃ Dahlia ❃ "Good?" Dahlia is quick to check in on her, sweeping golden locks from Daisy's face.
❀ Daisy ❀ Daisy exhales, head tilting reflexively towards the presence of her hand near her face. "Mmhm. Good."
❃ Dahlia ❃ "Perfect." Dahlia eases it in just a bit further, then pulls back, rinse and repeat. She starts slow, watching Daisy's reactions carefully as she picks up speed, eyes trained on Daisy's with affection and lust and observance.
❀ Daisy ❀ One of those sharp canines of hers digs into her own lip, her eyes sliding half-shut as she lets herself sink into the sensation. She's quiet but for the heaviness of her breathing and, occasionally, a rumbling sound that's not quite a growl but not quite a breath. As the speed climbs, as she gets more and more into it, her hips start rocking back to meet it in sporadic bursts.
❃ Dahlia ❃ Dahlia slides her free hand over Daisy's chest, her breasts, her sides, her neck, up into her hair, wandering and stroking her in appreciation and adoration. Craning her neck, Dahlia gently pastes gentle kisses to Daisy's neck and jaw, satisfied that she's enjoying herself. All the while, her right hand thrusts the ridged ceramic toy into Daisy, keeping her pace steady and consistent and predictable for Daisy's rocking.
❀ Daisy ❀ Fuck, this is nice—more than just the toy, the attention. Daisy tilts her head to leave her neck exposed for Dahlia and basks in it, a little. Her hips keep moving, her fists curl tighter into the sheets, but the first real sign of the pleasure building towards its peak is when that bitten lip beads with blood. Daisy doesn't even notice—pain so minimal means nothing to her, these days, especially masked beneath much more interesting sensations.
It dribbles down the curve of her lip when she opens her mouth to murmur, "Little— little more—"
❃ Dahlia ❃ Dahlia keeps at it, her pace driving and urgent without being too fast, wanting Daisy to feel all that good texture. Lifting her head again, she brings her lips back to Daisy's--- but not before running her tongue over the trail of blood to catch it. Then she closes the gap between their lips in a kiss, more fiery now.
❀ Daisy ❀ There's the softest breath of a laugh when she feels Dahlia sweep away the blood, lost soon after in the urgent way she kisses back. For a moment or three there's more purpose in the way her hips rock to meet Dahlia's rhythm and then instead there's no purpose at all, just need, as the heat builds and builds until—
She gasps into the kiss as the climax hits, body arching into Dahlia. The motion of her hips sputters and stops soon after, leaving her breathing heavy and satisfied.
❃ Dahlia ❃ Dahlia hums softly, releasing Daisy's lips to sit back and look at her. "You're so hot," she remarks dreamily, giving Daisy a moment before she gently removes the toy.
❀ Daisy ❀ Even breathless, Daisy gives a playful little, "I know," at that. She's as close to boneless as she ever gets, now, relaxing into the bed beneath her as she catches her breath and enjoys the afterglow. She never takes her eyes off Dahlia.
❃ Dahlia ❃ That earns her a little snort from Dahlia, but she smiles and refrains from commenting, laying down beside Daisy. Her head rests on Daisy's chest, and she lets her eyes fall closed as a contented sigh escapes her.
❀ Daisy ❀ Daisy settles an arm around her, fingertips tracing idly over the skin beneath where they rest. For a while she's got her head tilted down, watching Dahlia breathe, but eventually she stares up at the canopy above until she lets her eyes close and she spends a while listening to the quiet of it all. This... this is nice.
❃ Dahlia ❃ "Gotta resist the urge to fall asleep," Dahlia murmurs softly. "You're pretty comfy."
❀ Daisy ❀ Daisy huffs a quiet laugh. "Not sure that's something I've been called before," well, except maybe in her wolf shape, but that's the fur. There's an almost rumbling sound in her chest as she stretches, without moving away, and cracks an eye open. "S'pose we can't lie here all day."
❃ Dahlia ❃ "Right, it's the middle of the afternoon." Dahlia chuckles, tipping her head to look up at her. "I could definitely get used to this, though."
❀ Daisy ❀ Daisy's breathing slows as she becomes very, very focused on the conversation. Rather than assume anything and charge ahead, she prompts, "Yeah?"
❃ Dahlia ❃ "Not just the sex." The clarification comes quickly, as if concerned there was confusion there. "I like you, Daisy. You.. understand me. In a way that no one else can. I don't have to keep anything hidden. That's liberating. And you're clever, loyal, protective... Beautiful, obviously."
❀ Daisy ❀ "Obviously," echoes back, amused, almost reflexively. It gives her an extra second to let Dahlia's words settle in, a second she sorely needs when even after everything with Erin she's still really not used to having to have this conversation. Avoiding serious relationships for your entire adult life does cause some gaps in your communication skills. "...well. I like you too. S'funny, it's a real crapshoot if I like or butt heads with people like us? But I do like you. A lot."
❃ Dahlia ❃ "I do my best," Dahlia teases. "...I'd like this to be more. If you would."
❀ Daisy ❀ "...yeah," is almost more breath than voice, but she repeats, again, firmer, "Yeah. I would."
❃ Dahlia ❃ A smile spreads across Dahlia's face and she looks profoundly pleased with herself, reaching up to fiddle with a lock of Daisy's hair. "Good."
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Date: 2024-09-06 02:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-06 02:38 am (UTC)Those teeth flash behind a pleased, and slightly smug, little smirk that's still on her lips when she catches Dahlia's own in a sharp, brief kiss, then grazes her teeth against her jaw. That hand strays just that little bit further to sink its fingers into the meat of her breast.
"Mm. Alright. Think I can manage that."
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Date: 2024-09-06 02:41 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2024-09-06 02:43 am (UTC)For all of Daisy's apparent composure, of the purposefulness behind every action or lack thereof, there is still a healthy flush beneath her skin and a hungriness in her gaze every time she looks down at Dahlia laying there beneath her. There's a thrill to having a woman—having Dahlia—so content to get off like this, with barely more than Daisy's leg to grind against, all the while exposed and vulnerable to the Hunter's gaze.
She drags her teeth down Dahlia's throat, traces the delicate path of the jugular that it would be effortless to sink them into, always careful not to draw more than the faintest beads of blood at best. She circles a claw around the outline of Dahlia's nipple and tweaks it between the soft pads of her fingers, then lets her palm provide friction as she grasps and squeezes the breast itself.
"Fuckin' hell, Dahlia..." she murmurs, almost more to herself than to Dahlia. That the only touches she's receiving in turn are Dahlia's grasping hands and the wetness against her leg certainly doesn't mean she's enjoying herself any less.
A mass NSFW copypaste of the Discord RP because we got tired of porting it wheeee
Date: 2024-09-27 01:29 am (UTC)Oh, don't worry, Daisy, Dahlia's just saving her talents for later. Once she's put on a good show, gotten Daisy all wound up, Dahlia will make sure Daisy leaves here very satisfied.
Her true claws hidden away, Dahlia has no qualms about dragging her manicured nails down Daisy's back as heat builds within her. She runs her tongue over her lips, staring up intently at Daisy with dark brown eyes that could almost be described as doe-like if it weren't for the deep hunger that matches Daisy's own.
❀ Daisy ❀
There's a moment when Daisy meets Dahlia's eyes, with eyes that once upon a time would've reflected hers in colour just as much as they do desire, where she catches herself thinking: Shit. This reallyisn't just another Hunt.
It's a thought quickly pushed down into a recess of her mind from which she can retrieve it later. Not now, not the time. Deal with that later, deal with the gorgeous woman clinging to you now.
She kisses her again, just as sharp but not so brief. Lips and teeth and tongue, as if hungry for a taste of her. She never stops groping and kneading.
❃ Dahlia ❃
The kiss is what does it. A deep and proper kiss, no longer just teasing, but hungry and aching and true. Solid. Dahlia returns it, keening briefly against Daisy's hips as her own lose their rhythm in her moment ecstasy, jerking haltingly as her back arches, her breath fast and heavy. Then, she gradually slows to a stop.
❀ Daisy ❀
Even as she slows Daisy doesn't pull away, not immediately. Too caught up in the moment, in the way Dahlia moves against her, in a faintly smug sense of pride in it. It's when Dahlia stills completely that she pulls back to look at her in the face once more, hand settling at her waist and leg shifted back just enough.
"...yeah," she says, low but clear, that crooked smile back on her lips. "Hot as I thought it'd be."
❃ Dahlia ❃
That sets Dahlia snickering, wrapping her arms around Daisy and leaning up to kiss her again. "Glad I could entertain you," she teases. "Now it's your turn."
❀ Daisy ❀
Daisy hums, low and rumbling and amused, stealing yet another quick kiss before she asks, "Yeah? You been getting ideas down there?"
❃ Dahlia ❃
"I have a little treat." Her gaze drifts to a little drawer in her nightstand. "If you like that sort of thing."
❀ Daisy ❀
Her gaze follows almost automatically—colour Daisy intrigued. "Might do," she says, sitting up (somewhat reluctantly, like she doesn't want to move even that far apart if she doesn't have to) to see about checking the drawer.
❃ Dahlia ❃
Dahlia is on the same page, taking the path of least movement to lazily reach for her drawer. She fumbles a bit before producing a sculpted ceramic dildo in a pale blue-green.
❀ Daisy ❀
"A-ha." Daisy snorts softly, looking it over as Dahlia retrieves it. "Nice colour. And fun shape."
There's a brief moment of quiet as Daisy takes stock of herself, mindset and body alike. It's been a while since she was on the receiving end, especially of anything more than fingers, but...
"...yeah, okay. Let's use it." Even a rare appetite is still an appetite.
❃ Dahlia ❃
Dahlia is snickering again, a bit wickedly, clearly pleased with herself. "Perfect." Without changing position, she uses one hand to hold it up for Daisy, long fingers though the loop of the handle. "Want it like this? Or do you want to lie on your back so I can treat you?"
❀ Daisy ❀
There's a deeply, visibly fond roll of Daisy's eyes at the snicker, before she eyes Dahlia and her little treat for a moment longer. Thinking, again. Lying down is... more vulnerable, but it's not like Dahlia hasn't had her on her back before, with her hands in somehow much more intimate places.
"Lemme lie back. Just— be prepared for sudden movement."
Just in case.
❃ Dahlia ❃
"I think I can do that," Dahlia agrees, stroking Daisy's thigh idly while waiting for her to reposition. She likes the feel of the muscle under her fingers.
❀ Daisy ❀
Daisy shifts around until she's laying on her back on the sheets, propped lazily on her elbows, letting her legs spread. Her gaze settles immediately back on Dahlia and she breathes, then nods with a little 'mm'. She's comfortable. Ready.
❃ Dahlia ❃
Dahlia sits up and climbs over her on hands and knees, leaning in to kiss her, slow and languid, almost dreamy. With one hand, she slides the toy between Daisy's legs, holding it parallel to her for the moment to run the cool ridges over her clit. Back and forth, slowly, warming the toy and teasing her all at once.
❀ Daisy ❀
A shiver runs down Daisy's spine and she leans back into the kiss with a quieter, simmering sense of that familiar hunger. There's a subtle quiver to her breathing and a tension in her muscles that comes and goes until little by little she relaxes completely, under a swell of arousal and trust.
❃ Dahlia ❃
Once Daisy's tension has melted, Dahlia tilts the toy, finding her entrance and pressing gently. She wouldn't force it if there's any chance it might meaningfully hurt, that's not what this is, not this time. But with any luck, Daisy's body would welcome the intrusion...
❀ Daisy ❀
Daisy's fists curl in the sheets as the toy slides into her and she breathes a low curse, not from pain but from the flush of a kind of pleasure she so rarely indulges in. It's always an adjustment, getting used to the sensation again, but she's wet enough and relaxed enough and her body gives way. After a moment, her hips even roll just a little into it.
❃ Dahlia ❃
"Good?" Dahlia is quick to check in on her, sweeping golden locks from Daisy's face.
❀ Daisy ❀
Daisy exhales, head tilting reflexively towards the presence of her hand near her face. "Mmhm. Good."
❃ Dahlia ❃
"Perfect." Dahlia eases it in just a bit further, then pulls back, rinse and repeat. She starts slow, watching Daisy's reactions carefully as she picks up speed, eyes trained on Daisy's with affection and lust and observance.
❀ Daisy ❀
One of those sharp canines of hers digs into her own lip, her eyes sliding half-shut as she lets herself sink into the sensation. She's quiet but for the heaviness of her breathing and, occasionally, a rumbling sound that's not quite a growl but not quite a breath. As the speed climbs, as she gets more and more into it, her hips start rocking back to meet it in sporadic bursts.
❃ Dahlia ❃
Dahlia slides her free hand over Daisy's chest, her breasts, her sides, her neck, up into her hair, wandering and stroking her in appreciation and adoration. Craning her neck, Dahlia gently pastes gentle kisses to Daisy's neck and jaw, satisfied that she's enjoying herself. All the while, her right hand thrusts the ridged ceramic toy into Daisy, keeping her pace steady and consistent and predictable for Daisy's rocking.
❀ Daisy ❀
Fuck, this is nice—more than just the toy, the attention. Daisy tilts her head to leave her neck exposed for Dahlia and basks in it, a little. Her hips keep moving, her fists curl tighter into the sheets, but the first real sign of the pleasure building towards its peak is when that bitten lip beads with blood. Daisy doesn't even notice—pain so minimal means nothing to her, these days, especially masked beneath much more interesting sensations.
It dribbles down the curve of her lip when she opens her mouth to murmur, "Little— little more—"
❃ Dahlia ❃
Dahlia keeps at it, her pace driving and urgent without being too fast, wanting Daisy to feel all that good texture. Lifting her head again, she brings her lips back to Daisy's--- but not before running her tongue over the trail of blood to catch it. Then she closes the gap between their lips in a kiss, more fiery now.
❀ Daisy ❀
There's the softest breath of a laugh when she feels Dahlia sweep away the blood, lost soon after in the urgent way she kisses back. For a moment or three there's more purpose in the way her hips rock to meet Dahlia's rhythm and then instead there's no purpose at all, just need, as the heat builds and builds until—
She gasps into the kiss as the climax hits, body arching into Dahlia. The motion of her hips sputters and stops soon after, leaving her breathing heavy and satisfied.
❃ Dahlia ❃
Dahlia hums softly, releasing Daisy's lips to sit back and look at her. "You're so hot," she remarks dreamily, giving Daisy a moment before she gently removes the toy.
❀ Daisy ❀
Even breathless, Daisy gives a playful little, "I know," at that. She's as close to boneless as she ever gets, now, relaxing into the bed beneath her as she catches her breath and enjoys the afterglow. She never takes her eyes off Dahlia.
❃ Dahlia ❃
That earns her a little snort from Dahlia, but she smiles and refrains from commenting, laying down beside Daisy. Her head rests on Daisy's chest, and she lets her eyes fall closed as a contented sigh escapes her.
❀ Daisy ❀
Daisy settles an arm around her, fingertips tracing idly over the skin beneath where they rest. For a while she's got her head tilted down, watching Dahlia breathe, but eventually she stares up at the canopy above until she lets her eyes close and she spends a while listening to the quiet of it all. This... this is nice.
❃ Dahlia ❃
"Gotta resist the urge to fall asleep," Dahlia murmurs softly. "You're pretty comfy."
❀ Daisy ❀
Daisy huffs a quiet laugh. "Not sure that's something I've been called before," well, except maybe in her wolf shape, but that's the fur. There's an almost rumbling sound in her chest as she stretches, without moving away, and cracks an eye open. "S'pose we can't lie here all day."
❃ Dahlia ❃
"Right, it's the middle of the afternoon." Dahlia chuckles, tipping her head to look up at her. "I could definitely get used to this, though."
❀ Daisy ❀
Daisy's breathing slows as she becomes very, very focused on the conversation. Rather than assume anything and charge ahead, she prompts, "Yeah?"
❃ Dahlia ❃
"Not just the sex." The clarification comes quickly, as if concerned there was confusion there. "I like you, Daisy. You.. understand me. In a way that no one else can. I don't have to keep anything hidden. That's liberating. And you're clever, loyal, protective... Beautiful, obviously."
❀ Daisy ❀
"Obviously," echoes back, amused, almost reflexively. It gives her an extra second to let Dahlia's words settle in, a second she sorely needs when even after everything with Erin she's still really not used to having to have this conversation. Avoiding serious relationships for your entire adult life does cause some gaps in your communication skills. "...well. I like you too. S'funny, it's a real crapshoot if I like or butt heads with people like us? But I do like you. A lot."
❃ Dahlia ❃
"I do my best," Dahlia teases. "...I'd like this to be more. If you would."
❀ Daisy ❀
"...yeah," is almost more breath than voice, but she repeats, again, firmer, "Yeah. I would."
❃ Dahlia ❃
A smile spreads across Dahlia's face and she looks profoundly pleased with herself, reaching up to fiddle with a lock of Daisy's hair. "Good."