𝕀ℕ𝕊𝔼ℝ𝕋 𝕊𝕆𝕌𝕃 ℍ𝔼ℝ𝔼 [ ƒᴇʀᴀʟ x sorayeon ] [ FIN ]

sorayeon · Apr 22, 2022

The main vocalist of the world-stopping K/DA group could be seen taking to the high fashion streets of Milano, perusing bespoke coat racks, hat racks, and bags of shiny leather and accessories that sparkle. If not there, she might be spotted on the other side of the globe, jetting over Fragrant Harbour to her heart and home of Seoul. But stars never slept and there were stages to charm with her girls, so the Queen went here, there, and everywhere.

Here meant a beautiful day in sunny Paris, cozied up in a private studio that offered a grand view of the bustling city. But the curtains were pulled shut, and so the view went unappreciated to one of four (maybe five, if they were lucky) occupants.

Ahri had claimed the lounge for herself, seated on a plush sofa, the expensive television blaring 64-bit - ahem, 16-bit music. A light blue hood sat over a swathe of soft blonde hair let loose into the depths of her clothes The rosy hues of the hombre were a fading gradient, darkening at the tips that brushed well past the collar of her hoodie. It was cashmere, well-worn, and just right for a lazy day off tour. There was a lull in fans to meet, shirts and proffered skin to sign and corporate hands to shake. Record-breaking labels, all ink, and dotted lines, it was all well when she's at the top of her game but today. Today, was exhausting.

So that meant online shopping. It meant making a cup of hot chocolate with almond milk. It meant an old hoodie and painting her nails an alternating blue and purple and letting them dry one hand at a time while she tapped away on her phone. But Ahri was a go-getter, a woman who had never chased her own tails for want of fame. She wasn't pumped full of explosive energy like Akali, and Kai'sa coming home with bloodied feet from hours and hours of practice made her wince. Evelynn had her fast and expensive cars (supposedly), and Ahri had her shoes and purses. She also had something else.

Games. She had never been a fan, she never had the time for it though she enjoyed watching others play. That was before the rabbit hole that killed the cat: speed-running. The adrenaline, the satisfaction, the pursuit of perfection - a personality test couldn't have picked a better hobby. So, on her lazy days like this, she had her cocoa, she had her nails and she had her console and controller set up on the grand T.V. What Ahri also had, which irritated her, was the high definition proof of failure right before her. An annoying, cheerful reminder that she could go again, but at what cost?

Because Ahri was good at what she did. Speed-running retro games did not agree with that assessment. She could recite the script word for word and knew how many steps needed to be taken exactly. But her hands had other plans. Pop sensation Foxy, labeled as the most talented in the Pop Shine Awards, could not make the glitch that shaved a hefty five whole minutes off her run time. It frustrated her. It bored her. She wanted more.

So she took a loud sip of her lukewarm drink and pressed the start button with her thumb. The music started up once again.

> A lone village on the outskirts...

Skip.

> Hero wanders through...

Skip.

Skip. Skip. Skip. Skip.

The damsel in distress. The village idiot. The wise sage, who so happened to be the antagonist. Skip!

Once Ahri was in skipping mode, she was preoccupied. Only a murder might pull her away from the game, and even that wasn't a certainty. Her ears were pulled away, almost flat against her scalp which left the hood sagging into triangular pockets of nothing. Her tails were un-bedazzled and fluffed up around her like a comfy fort. Clad in nothing but the hoodie, a sports bra beneath, and a pair of shorts, she could have a soaring career as a streamer.

> The sage rips off her cloak to reveal...

Skip.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 23, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

A beautiful lie.

The most beautiful lie.

A smile - not even - a glance and Evelynn could have any pair of eyes she wanted glued to her. All of them, rather. But only when she wanted. Unlike Foxy - her Foxy, mind you - the Lead Vocalist and Co-Founder of K/DA was not so good about her obligations. Her once infamous interview said it best - “I’m an artist, not a socialite. I won’t apologize for high standards.” An attitude that bled into every aspect of her life. Sure, she did her share of the paperwork (sometimes), fulfilled her portion of grunt work (any coverage is good coverage; she has the tabloid covered for all four - maybe five - of them; you are welcome), and entered her appearances as necessary. All of that said though, the truth was that her passion and dedication to her music aside, Evelynn absolutely cut corners everywhere she could, more than happy to let their far more industrious and diligent ‘leader’ handle public relations. And finances. And sponsorships. And dealing with managers and booking concert venues. And… Put that way, it really did seem like she dumped almost all the non-music related work on Ahri, which might explain said woman’s current state of exhaustion. Oops?

And, just as even the most pimped out car - dual clutch, hot hatch, torque vectoring; supercar? try hypercar - needed regular maintenance to perform at peak capacity, it only made sense that Ahri was no different. Luckily for her, Evelynn was a veritable maestro at maintaining expensive and classy things. Taking them apart. Building them back together. Inspect and service. Making sure everything was nice and lubed. Polishing every nook and cranny. Plugging up any leaks and - what? She was talking about cars!

That the curtains were closed suited her just fine. Never did like sunlight and all that; shadow demon, hello. What did not suit her though was that her presence was entirely ignored as she entered their shared private studio. Bedazzled claw tips settled into the plush white leather, flanking either side of Ahri’s shoulders from behind. Unamused golden eyes peered through tinted shades, at a screen just a few hues pinker than those sunglasses she favored. Was the little 16bit sprite supposed to be plunging through the ground like that? Unlike their resident Rogue, Evelynn could not profess the slightest know-how or interest in these rather dull pixels, but even she had sense enough to recognize that Ahri was probably supposed to kill some monsters, not dash past them? Maybe?

Either way, she wasn’t so concerned with what Foxy was or was not doing in that console game of hers. The issue was more despite the fact that her presence had definitely been registered - pulled the hood down, carded through strawberry tinged blonde hair, traced a claw tip down from a furry tip lengthwise - Ahri was still not paying attention to her. Hello? Was some oddly garish and very basic-bitch looking video game more interesting than Evelynn? Why, if not for the fact that she absolutely turned her nose up at the very notion of religion, she might have considered that blasphemy.

“Foxy,” she tried. “Darling.” She tried again. Whatever responses she got or didn’t get, they were woefully unsatisfactory.

Which, for anyone who knew the first thing about Evelynn, meant that they were completely and utterly unacceptable. She had meant to pamper Ahri today, as it was an unfortunately infrequent event when both of them had enough free time that overlapped, but if Ahri would rather play that awful, despicable, horrible game of hers, then well…

For just a second, her temper flared, and she briefly considered redecorating their studio. Sans one expensive television, to be specific. But no, that lacked imagination, and she was an artist, after all.

Those dangerous claws poured down from white leather to gradient blue, across the flank of shoulders - lingering to toy with a belovedly soft strand of hair - down as she herself leaned forward enough to drape against the back of the sofa. Clad in that signature trenchcoat/dress of hers, sleek, silken, the color of sin, because black was her favorite color, obviously. Her arms spilled around Ahri’s neck, an adoring if possessive hold. “How long have you been at this?” Decided to start simple in her line of questioning, though her actions were anything but. Nobody ever accused Evelynn of being a patient woman, after all. The once immaculate fuschia lipstick smeared, leaving a dab of her color upon a blonde-furred ear. Harassed that twitchy little thing, she did. Pressed a kiss or two into the back, just to satisfy herself with the lipstick print she left behind, before she drew her attention to the much more sensitive ridge, licking a salacious path from tip down along the rim. “Pay attention to me, or else.” A threat now.

sorayeon · Apr 23, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Ahri's awareness of her surroundings was an impressive talking point in their industry. She knew to put green gummies in the candy jar when a certain set director ran late because it soothed their agitation. The position of the lights when they snapped on the stage was burned into her brain. Where the audience would be, how many grasping hands would reach out toward them just for a touch, or a strand of loose hair. Every fire exit, every emergency route for every venue they have been, and even somewhere they haven't but inevitably will. The Queen knew those castles well, and she raked her eyes over those same blueprints every night before a show because if anything happened to her girls or her fans-

> The orb begins to float.

There was no skipping now. Evelynn's presence barely registered as a blip on her radar. All synapses were firing on hitting the left trigger at exactly the right time when the orb flashed thrice. If done right the first time, a single minuscule pixel the size of a, well, pixel stuttered across the bottom. Her nails drummed lightly against the bright pink controller, a nervous inch away from the button that would release all the adrenaline into her system. It was an ecstatic rush, not quite as good as sex but it satisfied a different craving altogether. Ahri would never admit her presence to the speed-running community, but she did like seeing the glowing white numbers running on her phone screen. Well on track.

The music was insistent, crunchy, and pulsing from top-of-the-line stereos made for karaoke and playbacks of their tours. It had slowed to a dramatic pause, the orb moving at a speed so slow she could almost scream. Something tickled the back of her neck, Ahri thought it was sweat. Or maybe the wind. She might need another shower later if so. Then it brushed through her hair, her ears. The gumiho breathed in softly and caught a whiff of something familiar - smoke, a faint dab of perfume, shampoo - and she shifted, almost as if to turn her head upward.

"Ah!"

The pixel blipped its way cheerily across the screen and she mashed her finger against the trigger. Ahri held her breath, eyes wide with anticipation as the display fizzed quickly, the Hero moving forward to take the orb then back, and again, again, again, all within the span of a single second. A very precious second. The wind spoke to her, but the game was louder. It tossed the Hero through the prophetic Table of Ages, hurling the poor sprite over the Forest of Bad Ends (not its official title, Akali had dubbed it as such), and landing it directly into the square of the main town. Thus, the poor little village of Step One had been defeated, stricken to the wayside and Ahri straightened her back in pure excitement.

It was only when Evelynn's claws scraped down the expensive leather sofa that her ears sprang to life.

"Oh, hello. Not long, but I'm just getting started." Ahri turned to give a customary smooch on Evelynn's arm, unable to peel her eyes away from the screen as she tapped away impatiently. "How was your day? Akali and Kai'sa went out this morning, but they aren't back yet." She twitched at the soft contact of plush lips on her sensitive ear, flicking as if trying to bat the sensation away. But her body was not immune to Evelynn's touch, no matter how distracted she was. Eve had a way of making her melt and she felt her shoulders relax into the other woman's touch. It was like slipping into a warm bubble bath with a glass of champagne in her hand instead of a plastic controller.

But Evelynn had her speedy super (hyper) cars, and Ahri had her Hero sprinting at the speed of sound through pixelated barrels and crates. The text box dialogue was a mess of white lines and the sound garbled like it was trying to escape the big screen. That didn't bother the gumiho at all, it was like music to her ears. A different sort of music that could never rival Seraphine's dreamy flow or Evelynn's sultry works of art, but one that tickled the senses all the same. She was ramping up, pressing x's and hitting o's, pulling away from the back of the couch, away from Evelynn's claws and lips and heat. The whirr of the decade-old console whined, louder and louder as Ahri forced it to the limits.

So maybe it wasn't that intense. But the cramp in her index finger said otherwise.

"I can't, Eve. This is the climax of the run, I have to time it perfectly. Perfectly." It was emphasized for a reason. Evelynn knew how hard she pursued perfection in everything she did. She also definitely chose her words with purpose, because Evelynn was a thrill all on her own. The gleam of a pearly fang peeked beneath soft pink lips when she smiled. "Come sit next to me and watch, we can go out for a nice dinner after." One of her tails flopped weakly against the seat, invitingly soft. If tails had eyebrows, they would be wiggling with sultry promises of a good time as a couch potato.

Ahri still hadn't looked at Evelynn.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 23, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

How did that song go again?

Know I'm all bite, no bark
Like to catch you way off guard

She did bark though, just the once, that warning offered only to her beloved, because Ahri was more special than even her fully customized ‘12 Lamborghini Aventador LP700-4 featured in their original MV. And possibly the only thing she liked piloting more.

As to that first sentence, that was just a figure of speech of course - Evelynn knew the lyrics to all her songs forwards and backwards. Knew every consonance, every vowel, when to harmonize, when to intone, when to constrict her larynx (funny, considering she was usually in the business of constricting other people’s larynxes), and when to purr -

Only today, in keeping with the car analogies, Ahri was going to be the one purring. Evelynn dared to prophesize as such. Oh and of course, there was going to be plenty of biting too.

“We’ll see about dinner.” Came the ever enigmatic response. Never a woman of too many words, except when she was singing, in or out of the bedroom. When Ahri leaned forward, Evelynn cooperated. Relinquished her hold and pulled back into a standing position. That should have been her first warning, because Evelynn, cooperative? But Ahri was fixated on her x’s and o’s, Ahri was pulling away from their well-practiced dance - waltz, tango, fox-trot, why, all of them, of course - to dance with those uninteresting little pixels.

Very well. If her fox would not heed her warning, then Evelynn would happily remind Ahri that in her millennia long existence, she had absolutely gone fox-hunting more than a few times.

She flitted from the sofa to the side table beside, plucked off her shades and set them down neatly folded. Those claw tips, as well - the enticement they offered to the senses was not forgotten; however, she wanted to feel what she was about to do to her darling vixen.

The offer to the side of the sofa was entirely ignored though. Besides Ahri was a position she much enjoyed. To soar alongside, in their meteoric rise, each glinting and dazzling in unique yet complementary ways. But besides Ahri was not where she wanted to be when it came to this, no, she liked on top of, beneath, inside -

All of those would come to fruition at one point or another, but for now, beneath, and all around. In the privacy of their studio, Evelynn was not so restrained with her true self. Those lashers that had risen with agitation faded into the shadows. She faded into the shadows. No, it was more apt to say that she faded into herself. Whispering tendrils of black spilt down the plush white leather, not felt, and not seen, as the pair of eyes she currently sought to command was ensnared by a different mistress. Wrapped around the folded cashmere, slipped beneath seemingly nonexistent space…

“You can keep playing your game, darling,” the signature drawl echoed again, this time right beside a furred ear, tantalizing with the gust of her breath. Not the only thing that was close now. Why sit besides when she could embrace her love instead, flex those shadow demon powers to slip right under. Ahri’s plush rear was most definitely no longer touching the sofa, rising a few inches higher when Evelynn re-solidified her form. Her lashers assisted with moving a few surprised tails out of the way. Enough for her to lean in, both arms wrapping cashmere-enshrined stomach, draping her jaw-dropping form against Ahri’s back.

The hood was kind of in her way, but that didn't prevent her nuzzling into the side and back of Ahri’s neck all the same. A kiss now, upon that tender column of throat, a promise of what to come. “In fact,” another, open-mouthed this time, deeper, “I insist. You are not leaving this perch until you time it perfectly. So just think of this as motivation, hmm?” Fingers curled into cashmere, dimpling and testing the soft texture, before slipping lower, under the folded material to glide across a bare stomach. An adoring touch, but innocent, by Evelynn’s standards, that is.

Ahri had her games. Evelynn had her fast cars. Oh, but her beloved Foxy forgot that she was amongst that collection.

sorayeon · Apr 23, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Ahri knew Evelynn intimately, both inside and out. Those were the perks of longevity and immortality. The gumiho could speedrun through Eve's likes, Eve's dislikes, and Eve's in-betweens. She knew that there were some cars Evelynn despised, despite their top-of-the-line specs and horsepower and all that frou-frou. She knew that Evelynn hated rubbing elbows. And so, she was fully aware that being ignored was not something Evelynn enjoyed, proven by the woman's snipped response and the sudden vanishment. Ahri's body already missed the heady, smoky warmth of her lover; her heart missed the addiction already, but this run was important. There was another glitch closing in, one that would chase another five minutes off her personal best.

"I'll make it up to you, baby, I promise," Ahri said, convincing herself that nothing was amiss. Or perhaps her head was already filled to the brim with the promise of success and fame through hard work and hours of practice. Which sounded familiar, if she thought about it just a little more. But Evelynn was synonymous with distracting, and the distinct clink of expensive sunglasses had Ahri glancing her way. Shades and claw tips gleamed at her atop the table and she blamed Pavlov for the way her body clued in, her tails quivering. Her heartbeat was a smidge faster, her lips parting as she wetted them with a pink tongue. It was almost enough, and time was of the essence. It took her less than a second to look toward the smokey, dissipating form of the Siren.

As such, she had yet to behold Evelynn's gorgeous face with her own eyes but she intended on doing so by staring just a little more. Sooner or later, Evelynn's true form would be revealed. But then the game blared a new heroic tune, and Ahri's internal speedrunner clock began to tick. Her eyes were back on the screen and on the verge of pressing continue when Evelynn's sultry voice brushed against her ear. A full-body shiver rocked down her spine and her finger hesitated on the trigger. She was running hot under her hoodie, and her brain was at war with itself, her perfectionist complex locking horns with the very existence of Evelynn. Her anchor, she was the smoke that signaled home. Her Evelynn, who took such good care of her, whether naughty or nice.

"Eve.." Ahri tried to sound exasperated, unable to hide the soft sigh. "Eve, what are you doing?" Suddenly, she was being hoisted higher with a squeak of surprise. The warm leather couch was replaced by the warmer touch of her lover, her bare thighs resting comfortably against a familiar blueprint. The firm form behind her gave her comfort, like she belonged, the feeling sinking deep into her bones. Even the nuzzle and kiss settled her down, her body fitting against Evelynn like a perfect puzzle piece.

The game blipped again, and Ahri was poised to do the glitch she had done so many times she could do it in her sleep. Except she wasn't asleep, she was beneath Evelynn's thumb and when the important second beep came, she pressed the button a millisecond too late. It was a minor mistake, but it pulled Ahri out of her state of cozy comfort. This time she pulled away and swiveled the best she could to look Evelynn directly in the eyes. Any normal person would have faltered under the sharp golden gaze, but Ahri was not ordinary.

"You're doing this on purpose, aren't you." Of course it wasn't a question, but Ahri's soft eyes gleamed with determination. "You don't think I can do it when you've got your hands all over me." She exhaled heavily as the mere touch of Evelynn's fingers grazing her toned stomach had her stuttering. It was unlike her lover not to pluck the controller from her hands, or to replace Ahri's view of the television with the stunning form of her Siren instead. It was a different approach, and she had mixed (positive) feelings toward it. But there was that nagging at the back of her brain, that she could still continue. That she needed to continue. Evelynn was a distraction, not an obstacle. But she was in the middle of something, and being interrupted was never an excuse for failure.

She clenched her belly and placed her controller on her lap where Evelynn's hands were to use them as makeshift stands. So she had missed the last glitch. It was unfortunate, but there was no point in restarting so she pressed forward. There was an alternative way, one she had not tried yet because she had never failed that simple glitch until now. Akali had mentioned this route, but it required a great amount of hand-eye coordination. Directional keys, triggers left, left, right, left. Jumping at the correct time. A slash here, and there. It was all too much.

Ahri knew she could do it.

"Oh, getting off is a punishment?" The gumiho laughed as her Hero pushed past the Sage of Fire and reached Step Two. "You make a lovely throne, but you don't have to take my title so seriously, Siren. Don't worry, I'll do it perfectly and then we can go to dinner. My treat, I insist."

Ahri settled down, her tails flickering and nudging at Evelynn's face, confident and comfortably convinced that she could complete the challenge with little chaos.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 23, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

“Me, doubt your capabilities? You wound me.” Lashes fluttered with faux innocence over those decidedly inhuman eyes, over those narrow slits and the gold that glowed brighter and sharper in the privacy of their little nest. “The way I see it, you get to play your little game, and I get to play my little game. Seems awfully fair, don’t you think?” There was going to be a ramp on this, of course, but like any of her melodies, Evelynn always started off strong. Her vocals weren’t the only thing capable of haunting as her lips continued to mark up that once pristine throat. In fuschia, for now, but she intended upon layering a few more shades in later. Soon. Fingers splayed, caressing tender skin, staying nice and tame and relatively still.

If only.

One hand she pulled up higher, over the length of a supple stomach, feeling out exactly what Ahri wore beneath until her thumb prodded the bottom edge of that sports bra. And that was when she retreated, not ready to broach the subject yet, but merely collecting information - identifying disposable pieces for her little game. The other she kept on Ahri’s stomach, stroking an idle pattern to a melody only she could hear. Nails - silver, like her hair, gradienting into a muted hue halfway between violet and lavender - dimpled flesh like peach on cream. Lower, pushed the band of those already fairly low riding shorts down a smidgeon, her pinky and ring finger digging into the delicate and most definitely sensitive skin she found there. Intimate knowledge and bedroom secrets were a two-way street, after all. Half an inch lower, and she might brush against the base of blonde curls, or whatever Ahri favored herself with this particular day.

Only she didn’t go half an inch lower, just kept her touch there, kneading into the lower stomach before shifting her hand such that the rest of her now jealous digits could join in on the action as well. “I make the most wonderful throne, my Queen, I would know, because -” broke into song, right then and there, no warm-up, no soundtrack, an absolute pitch was an absolute pitch for a reason, “all I’ll ever know is life up on a throne.” The same notes, but in a lower register. Softer, too, supported with less air such that though the melody was the same, the effect was entirely different. If how she usually sang that chord was a bold proclamation of her arrogance, then this was definitely more comparable to a licentious bedroom whisper.

Music was her language. Music was Ahri’s language. It was a language Evelynn spoke with every fiber of her being, and, coincidentally, that meant language was not a barrier where music was involved. “시작하면 끝을 보는 거야?” That was Ahri’s chord she sang, and despite the natural differences between their voices, the imitation there was uncanny. Didn’t speak a lick of Korean, no, might have picked up bits and pieces of words here and there from Ahri and Akali, but nothing beyond the barebones. Like what the hell ‘galbi’ was. Or kimichi, by the hells below, watching Akali devour kimichi ramen was frightening, but that was neither here nor there. Either way, this particular line was in their song, so of course, she took the time to learn both the pronunciation and the meaning. As she understood it, there was more than one way to translate the same, but she favored the following: If you start, see it through till the end.

Even if the ending involved a lot of flames. Because Evelynn wasn't done setting fires.

Those tails danced around, tickled her chin, and so, she turned a smidgeon, and bit a furry tip for its misbehavior. If she minded a mouthful of fur, she wouldn’t have been with Ahri in the first place.

sorayeon · Apr 23, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

"Me, wound you? Baby, you'd like that." Ahri murmured. Now she was decidedly distracted and fully aware of Evelynn's presence, there was no doubt in her mind what the Siren had planned. It wasn't unusual for the other woman to come and go as she pleased. Now that Evelynn had solidified herself as a literal foundation for Ahri to balance on, it couldn't have been clearer. Yet. Yet, the allure of overcoming her personal best was a difficult call to ignore. She was glad she couldn't see Evelynn's eyes; she knew how bright and persuasive they could be. Even softer, she lifted her shoulders. "There's nothing little about you."

But those bright green numbers flickered on the vibrant white screen of her phone by her side, a testament to how well she was doing despite her minor setbacks. Ahri knew what games Evelynn liked and they definitely weren't retro pixels jumping up and down on a screen with the most obnoxious tune possible. She could have said something, could have told Evelynn that if she would just give these games a chance, she might like them. But Eve's lips were a sinful distraction, a pattern of purple up the milky column of her throat.

> The orb shatters.

Ahri shuddered, her lover's touch innocent against her stomach, searing heat across her flesh but she was determined to prove something. Anything. To herself, to Evelynn. To Akali who would ask her about her progress, to Kai'sa who was curious as a deer. It went beyond just simple gaming, it was an investment in her time and Evelynn was determined to take her attention away from it. She knew there was no malice in the act, and her girlfriend was very good at pouting and getting what she wanted. Ahri couldn't see Evelynn, but her perfect visage was burned into her mind's eye.

Immaculate brows, wings that could cut a man, heavy eyeshadow, and pink-purple lipstick that complemented her artistic aesthetic. Her presence commanded attention, whenever she swept through any room, eyes began to roam and tongues began to waggle. Ahri was not immune to Evelynn's natural aura, not now and not ever. Even when she continued to play through the next few segments with firm conviction, she was now very aware of where her lover was traveling. Her bra remained a mystery, and for that she was grateful. This hoodie was expensive and sentimental, and Evelynn had a habit of ripping things when the mood suited.

The Hero was but a footnote at this point as they raced through sage after sage. Ahri inhaled sharply as Evelynn explored lower, the contents of her shorts unsurprising with their soft, dark blonde curls trimmed short. The gumiho half expected those talented digits to roam further, a soft rumble vibrating from her chest and through her throat as she stared at the blurry screen. She was invested in her game, but Evelynn was making it very hard to ignore her. Ahri tried very hard not to make her breathing too noticeable, but it was a futile venture. On the backfoot, she could have said something. She was about to, actually, but then Eve began to sing.

She bit her own lip hard, the controller creaking under her tightening grip. "Eve, you're being very unfair," she husked softly. Evelyn knew what her voice did to her, whether it be through her sultry demands or ecstatic groans. Akali had proclaimed her an audiophile but naughty and Ahri had vehemently denied it to no avail. Now, though, she had no choice but to agree. Evelynn's voice was divine. English, Japanese, Korean, whatever she put her mind to. It was like running her vocals through silk. It sent full-blown shudders through her system, a talent unparalleled and gods, what wasn't there to love?

『 너에게 반했어 』 *

The words came unbidden, soft as her hair but Evelynn's recital did not go unnoticed. See it through to the end. Ahri focused her attention on the television, navigating the Hero this way and that, left left, right, left. There was the big baddie, menacing with a broadsword and an oni's mask glaring through the pixelated screen. A product of its time, oni weren't nearly as ferocious as that. All she had to do was jump at the appropriate time to glitch through the wall and fall to the final floor. That was it. But Ahri was having a very hard time concentrating with Eve's fangs around her tail.

"You'll have to do better than that," Ahri manages as she mashes through yards of text dialogue. "Akali and Kai'sa might be home soon, maybe you'll find better luck there? We can still go out to dinner, just the two of us."

[ * i'm in love with you, i'm sick of you, i'm crazy about you ]

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 23, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

It was called a voice kink. She didn’t correct Rogue though, never one to drag on her girls. It wasn’t a fair comparison anyway - surely no one else could boast of the same level of experience as Evelynn. No one living. No one dead. If Ahri was the Queen, then Evelynn was the motherfucking Empress. But she liked her titles just fine, liked how Siren rolled off of Ahri’s tongue. Whether intentional or subliminal, her little fox did always love to pay compliments to Evelynn’s voice. And Evelynn? She ate that kind of thing right up.

“Unfair?” That made her chuckle, pausing in the near continuous stream of kisses to admire her own handiwork. She expressed her artistry through music, and yet, she would have made a damn good painter by the looks of it. That glossy hue smeared in faintly translucent streaks all along one side of Ahri’s throat, some obviously in the imprint of lips - because that looked nice, or not so nice, as was the case there - and some in arbitrary patterns. “I’ve been accused of lots of things, darling, but never once have I been accused of fairness.” Evelynn was practically the definition of unfair.

Speaking of unfairness - it was beyond adorable that Ahri was attempting to temper her reactions, to portray concentration and control and, was that a taunt now? Much like the gumiho, Evelynn was inherently in tune with emotions. Feelings. Psyche. Arousal. Her own domain veered more heavily into fear and pain, but those were not subjects she broached often with Ahri. Had certainly gone there of course, once upon a time, much as Ahri’s idle comment about wounding her wasn’t really all the idle. But in modern times, she had learned to temper those urges. Rather, fame had its advantages. No, she was well-fed in that regard, and, much as a feline might grow languid and beckon for an affectionate palm after a thorough feeding, what she wanted with Ahri at present was far softer.

Not quite so languid though, since her lover practically insisted with that comment of hers.

“Better,” she repeated, laving her tongue down, on the other side of Ahri’s throat now, because how could she not mark up both sides. “I’m not quite sure what you mean.” Her hand slid lower, brushed over those trimmed curls, dallying with the same, chartering a dangerous course down. “Is this better?” Veered - of course she did, anyone who had ever ridden in her passenger seat knew how much she loved to drift, to smoke those rubbers and cause dust to stream, leaving behind only a burnt trail on asphalt. “I just want to please you, darling.” Because I love you too. But she preferred to speak those words through action instead. Nails raked down a naked inner thigh, leaving behind frosted trails that quickly transitioned to hot pink. Could have done the same without invading Ahri’s shorts, but, how could she miss out on that lurid bird’s eye view of those shorts bunching and going all akimbo from her mischief?

“Focus, love,” she reminded, chided, her other hand snaking higher beneath the bra. The extra constriction just highlighted her possessive touch. Palmed a soft mound, one that she had long memorized every millimeter of, but loved to map and remap over and over again just the same. Flexed her fingers, just to remind Ahri who she belonged to, before capturing that little nub too small to be a flag atop the hill between her thumb and forefinger. Played king of the hill with it - rolling, squeezing, tugging - like she was trying to dethrone the current monarch or something. She straddled that fine line between pleasure and pain, because hungry or not, sex with Evelynn was always rough. Because unlike Ahri, much as Evelynn delighted in pleasure, she fed on the pain.

Her other hand cooperated as well, soothing along those scratch marks that must have burned, back to the center to cup Ahri directly. Was going to take her time, but had chanced glimpses upon this particular game enough times to realize that Ahri was getting close to the end. That wouldn’t do, that wouldn’t do at all. Hunting was ever so dull without a proper chase. Whether upon horseback, led by baying hounds or not, a fox hunt meant that the fox must run, and her little fox hasn’t done nearly enough running yet.

A smirk curled against the side of throat, lips peeling back. “But darling," purr, lower than Ahri's and far more threatening, "I’m already having dinner.” Fangs sunk against Ahri then, not enough to pierce skin, but doubtlessly felt. In the same instance, two digits - nails blunting into something more appropriate (thanks, shadow demon powers) - lanced up and into with little forewarning. With someone more innocent, perhaps she would have taken her time more. But she didn’t have the time, and this was Ahri, after all. Her fangs retracted, replaced by a kiss that was all lips and tongue, licking and sucking with bruising intent. To mark. To possess. To make Ahri hers. Fingers curled, ramping into a brusque pace because Ahri could certainly take it. “Better, love?” Smugness dripped from every syllable, enunciation clear and slow. Her voice acquired a definitely supernatural quality, a reverb that echoed and bounced off the walls.

Behind her, lashers rose, tensed with intent, poised like twin vipers, but just silent observers for now. Ahri was a gumiho, and gumihos were natural predators. But speaking of predators - Evelynn was the apex predator.

sorayeon · Apr 23, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

If Ahri knew Evelynn inside and out, it went without saying that the opposite rang true. Evelynn knew what made her shiver in delight, knew what made her recoil. She knew which keys to press, pedal to the floor, counting the ticks of a metronome in her head. It was beats per minute, following the natural tempo of the gumiho's desires without ever speaking a single word - though Ahri loved it when she did, and she let Evelynn know it too. Keep talking was a demand she would always make, and Eve was more than willing to acquiesce.

But it really was unfair. Evelynn was making a mess of her ears and neck and she couldn't even see it. But she could certainly imagine it. A chain of interlocking smears printed down her neck like a tattoo, and she could feel the Siren's warmth through each and every one of them. It lingered on her skin, not so permanent as ink, but somehow that made it all the more intimate. "It's not something you should boast about," Ahri answered after a distracting thought of having an actual tattoo placed somewhere on her hip. "But yes, very unfair."

Her legs had parted slightly of their own accord. Ahri didn't care. Her eyes were still on the big screen as the big boss screeched through the sound system, woe is me as the sword plonked to the dungeon floor. Dialogue. Dialogue. Why was there so much dialogue? She could feel pricks of sweat beading on her back, her blood pumping red hot adrenaline as Evelynn's tongue continued painting the sides of her throat. Warm and wet. Everything was warm and wet. Ahri almost resented the Hero for wanting to reminisce on every single pixelated NPC they'd come across before the final floor. This was a three-pronged attack. All she must do was press the simple button to make the Hero jump right before the trap was triggered, that was it. It was plain on paper, so easy Akali hadn't bothered to repeat it, and Ahri knew that it would be the most difficult maneuver to pull off yet.

Because Evelynn's hand decided to delve between her thighs, completely missing the point of shorts and its function. But she loved to leave marks, whether by tooth or nail or a completely different implement, the gumiho loved it. She would walk out on stage with top-of-the-line concealer on her thighs and throat some nights, all her girls watching with knowing smirks. She liked knowing that Evelynn had taken her, and that she could return the favor twicefold when night fell. A soft noise left her at the sting and Ahri took this moment to glance down despite Evelynn's directive. Those pink marks stood out in stark contrast to the pale cream of her inner thigh, half of it concealed by her shorts

"You do please me," she murmured, swallowing a groan in favour of biting her lower lip gently. "You take care of me so well, baby, but I ne... I need to finish this.. ah!" Cut short by the sudden jolt of pleasure rushing southward, a hitched sound escaped when the other hand found its way beneath her bra. Her back arched ever so slightly as she pressed herself against Evelynn's wicked touch, her chest heaving with stolen breaths. Ahri's face burned, feeling slightly foolish that the Hero - yes, she was still paying attention, thank you Evelynn - was going through their tragic past, that the big bad sage was their sister all along, that it was all very boo-hoo while she was hot and dripping.

Needy.

She knew it. Evelynn definitely knew it. Ahri wouldn't dignify the dinner comment with a response. Not because she had nothing to say, but because there was nothing to say. Because she couldn't. Because Evelynn's teeth were in her, and there was no hiding the pitched moan that spilled over her lips. It wasn't just a bite, it was a prayer. It was pain digging into her muscle, into tendon, injecting pleasure directly from the source into her veins. Ahri always wanted to explore Evelynn's fangs, wanted to compare their sizes typical schoolyard boasting, but there was no competition there.

When Evelynn's fingers slipped against her, she bucked her hips upward with a gasp. It was unprecedented. Ahri was delighted. She knew Evelynn, but she was unpredictable. The way those digits pressed up against her had her shivering, spilling around the Siren's touch, completely and utterly spellbound. It was the spark to the roaring flame, feeding the growing desire in her belly that ached for more. Her thighs were a mess already, a thin sheen of sweat and slick gleaming. The kiss wasn't meant to soothe her pains, but it did stop her from looking down and losing her mind all over again.

"What.. what is?" The plastic in her hands creaked as she clenched her fingers around them tightly, her freshly painted nails tapping against the triggers nervously. Her tails were interloping off to the sides, curling against one another and unraveling the next. Her ears were twitching, and every inch of her body demanded she throw the silly thing across the room so she could put her hands all over the songstress. But the Hero had finished the lament, and it was time. Flushed, Ahri bit her lip harder this time and focused. Not on the fingers curling into her, nor on the plush lips ravaging her throat, but on the crucial moment - the climax of a different kind. Finish this, and the itch in her brain would be satisfied and she could turn around and ride Evelynn until kingdom come.

What.

The controller dropped between her legs, and the back of her head fell against Evelynn's shoulder.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 23, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

“Hm.”

Came the single syllable. Ominous? It should be. Because Ahri’s eyes weren’t the only ones looking at the flashing LEDs now. To be fair, Evelynn kept the television in her peripheral vision the entire time, but now, she was very much tracing those too-bubbly-text with her gaze, the way those words practically pulsated were particularly fitting. Because Ahri’s heart was definitely racing, pulsating. She could hear it, with her augmented senses and all, but more importantly, could feel it twitch against her palm. But maybe that wasn’t the heartbeat.

Could certainly perceive with her other senses as well. The heavier breathing, that gasp she loved and planned on drawing out over and over again. The rising body temperature. The faint waft of air from those tails coiling into themselves - she couldn’t resist them, never could, and twined both lashers against cloud-like fluff. One on each side, attempting to wrap and spiral around the writhing mass of fur with some levels of success.

Another kiss offered, far more languidly this time. A pink tongue snuck out and lapped a searing line, all the way to the pounding carotid. She could taste the faintest hints of sweat upon her tongue. It tasted like victory. And victory tasted ever so sweet.

Oh, perhaps it went without saying, but Evelynn loved gloating.

“Darling,” that purr again, so, so smug. “I don’t think doing it perfectly involves that particular screen being displayed, isn't that so?” Feigned at ignorance, just for fun. Didn’t like games - that kind of games anyway - but certainly weren’t quite so clueless. That blatant mockery didn’t tinge her tone though, no, her tone was all silk, all velvet, heady like smoke, rich like liquor. Like sex, but for the ears. Didn’t forget those twitchy appendages either. A playful nip now, rubbing in Ahri’s defeat.

Definitely never stopped the rhythm of her fingers either. She knew how Ahri liked it. Knew it better than anyone else, and certainly had enough ego to believe as such. While Evelynn’s voice was her primary instrument, it was also fair to say that she could play Ahri just as well. Could draw out the exact register she wanted when she curled her digits just so, sliding out halfway - slowly - then hilting back in, roughly, staccato. She slowed though. Same as the stream of kisses. A nice, temperate, languid tempo now. Not how she usually took Ahri, no, far from, but usually was not never.

Evelynn liked sex fast like her cars. Liked it rough in the same way her vocals hit lower than any of the other girls. But Evelynn was also very, very patient. Experience tended to augment that particular attribute, and truly, not even Ahri could boast of as much experience as Evelynn when it came to sex. Absolutely into this though - Ahri would surely feel just how into this Evelynn was pressed up against her, an obvious bulge that had increased with each passing moment. But their shared lust notwithstanding, Evelynn was also vindictive. Her darling vixen wanted to play this horrendous game when her Siren wanted attention? Then she shall play this game.

“Well?” Curl, nice and slow, painfully lethargic now. “Aren’t you going to restart?” Another nip, a lick along the ear pushed back against her. “You told me you could do it, didn’t you?” Her lashers flexed, each constricting a tail just because. “What was it again? I have to do better than that?” A laugh, absolutely wicked. The personification of deviltry, really. She was a demon, after all. “Didn’t you say that Akali and Kai’sa would be back soon?” Had no idea what soon meant, exactly, but also didn’t much care. She for one wouldn’t have been bothered to be discovered in such a compromising position, especially when she was large and in charge like this. Besides, one of them could shadowmeld. “Beat your game, Ahri, perfectly, like you boasted of. I for one intend to keep my promise. Don't you?”

Was it possible? Maybe. Likely? Probably not. About as likely as pigs flying, probably. But Ahri said it herself, Evelynn was very unfair.

sorayeon · Apr 24, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

"You're a distraction, Eve, and you know it. Don't be so coy." Ahri sighed softly as she wetted her lower lip, soothing the soft imprint of her own fangs. Her eyes flicked to the side, almost ephemeral in its bright blue glow drenched in quiet pleasure. Those wonderful lashers were there, winding around her tails like vines up a marble column. Evelynn knew how to make everything into a work of art. She could almost make out their reflection in the empty black borders around that mocking, flickering screen. Her tousled hair tumbled free from her hoodie, each leg hooked over Evelynn's thighs. Her imagination got to work filling out the rest of the detail.

There was no harm in taking a short break. Rouse Evelynn to finish what she started before she could get back to her game uninterrupted. Or maybe the game will be tossed to the wayside, and Ahri would tumble them both into bed with all thoughts of dinner forgotten. With her hands free, she could reach back to slip her fingers through silky, lilac hair and run her nails down Evelynn's nape. Gentle, at first, simply enjoying the feel of warm skin in contrast with the cool leather brushing against the back of her hand, toying with the fine hairs at the base.

But every time Evelynn's fingers crooked up and hit that sweet spot that made her moan, her nails would apply just a little more pressure with every stroke down her neck. Now that game over was on the table, Evelynn was taking her time. Ramping her up with each motion, coaxing her to the very top only to draw her back down. True to her title, Evelynn was the Siren and Ahri was the blind lover groping through the unfathomable depths. But she trusted her. She would cut a rope and trust that Evelynn would find a way to catch her. It was the sort of trust that made her combust if she thought about it too much, about the way it wrapped around her bones so freely. Trust was Evelynn's arms around her, in her; Evelynn's mouth laving kisses and teeth imprinting marks into her skin. It was Evelynn's rich laugh, luxurious and dangerous.

Another moan, punctuated by a purr of approval. Ahri's other hand shadowed Evelynn's over her shorts, feeling the slow motions, tracing up and down her arm. She liked to feel the interconnected movements, the beauty of the human form writ in flesh and blood below her. Like a lover's embrace. But it was clear, Evelynn was not immune to her charms. She could feel the heat more than the considerable bulge tucked away. But that was for later, her hands were full worshipping unmarred skin and dyed hair, lavishing the attention her lover pouted for in her own time.

But Evelynn wasn't giving her time. It was slow but varied enough to keep her interested, but she was quickly losing patience. Her chest rose and fell against Evelynn's palm with quick breaths, alternating between panting softly whenever a jolt of pleasure rocked through her and breathing through her nose to muffle her noises. The music of failure was loud, acting as less of white noise and more of an increasingly annoying backdrop of repetitive synthesized tunes. Evelynn had called attention back to it, and her defeat was all the more glaring for it. All the more disappointing. Ahri could hardly blame her for it. She didn't even know what happened to begin with. She'd missed the jump, the climax. And clearly, in-game mistakes had real-life consequences.

"You're a difficult woman, Evelynn," the gumiho murmured with full affection, removing her hands unwillingly from her cruel lover to scoop up the controller. Though she could barely feel the lashers tightening, the intent could not be louder than a siren. Her ears continued to flick away, swiveling to avoid those sinful bites, pulling back against her hair. "Now that I have my hands free, you don't want them. Do you want me to say you're doing better? Because you are. You're doing so good, sweetheart. So good." Ahri was an outstanding talent in her field, and she managed to keep her voice level despite the havoc Eve's fingers were wreaking on her higher cognitive functions. Her hands were trembling, white-knuckled for want of something solid to hold onto and the controller was thick and sleek.

"If you want me to finish, you'll have to stop bothering me." Made less convincing by the way her hips were grinding down against Evelynn's lap. She pressed the start button, and the opening cinematic started all over again. "Honestly, I think you're enjoying this game, and you're using me as a perfect excuse to watch someone play. If you wanted a turn, all you have to do is say so." Well, Evelynn was prideful. If ever she found a hobby in retro games, she would never admit it out loud. Or at all. If Evelynn wanted to play dirty, Ahri wasn't afraid to get her hands on that action.

Really, all she had to do was beat it, she could take her sweet time. Maybe Evelynn would get bored enough to crush her controller to dust.. but Ahri knew that she would never be satisfied. She'd be up at 3 in the morning with bruises on her throat and thighs, wobbling on weak legs to the sofa, and go again and again until it was done.

> > A lone village on the outskirts......

Skip.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 24, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

Leaning back was second-nature when Ahri’s fingers tangled into her hair, pinning that hand against leather and coaxing a firmer embrace. A silent demand her vixen fulfilled to the letter, drawing forth a pleased rumble and praises in the form of more kisses upon the throat. Centuries ago, perhaps Evelynn might have yet questioned what Ahri was to her, but those days were little more than a dim memory. A faded but well-cherished page in the scrapbook of her long-lived life. Memories came and went, but Ahri was eternal. They had long cemented their roles in each other’s lives, with a fluidity that suited their whimsies. But one thing was for certain: Ahri was hers, and she was Ahri’s. In body. In blood. Down to the last drop, an addiction carved into the marrow. Not so sure if she had a soul or not, pretty sure she didn’t - but if she did, that was Ahri’s too.

Love did not even begin to describe how Evelynn felt about Ahri, but love was what she chose to portray every time she wrapped herself around her fox like this. Coiling, slithering, her lashers constricting. The same as that creature of primordial sin. Her arms tightened, pulling Ahri back more fully against herself. Those lithe but powerful legs spread - parting those legs hooked over hers even more. Looked down, intently, at herself disturbing Ahri’s shorts, at the absolutely lurid way her own digits imprinted upon fabric upon every withdrawal.

For a demon though, love was desire. Love was possession. Love was that tidal flood of more, of now, of never enough. Wanted to absolutely devour Ahri. To embrace her so tightly that Evelynn might forget where she began and where Ahri ended. But those urges she tempered. Flexed her jowls and bit down in a gambit for patience, because having Ahri grind on her was always a surefire way to make hours disappear. Because there was nothing she loved more than being buried all the way inside, with sweat glistening both of their bodies, imprinting herself upon Ahri again and again until her beloved screamed herself hoarse. And that, all of that, was what she wanted when she walked in the door.

Unfortunately though, Ahri chose her game, so now, they were both going to have to wait.

And, given how much she hated waiting, the only logical conclusion was that she had to generate her own entertainment. Luckily, Ahri was very entertaining. “Difficult?” She echoed, tasting that word and finding it unsatisfactory. Grin. Bite. Trapped against her like this, Ahri had nowhere to go, and, by extension, those pinned back ears had nowhere to run either. Cornered preys, just how she liked them. “I’m a straight up villain, darling, I thought you knew that.”

That unsubtle attempt to goad rolled right off of her though. Retro games? Psh. Why would she play retro games when she had a game, console and controller rolled up into one all up in her lap? But she would allow Ahri to think whatever she wanted to. To attempt to establish some semblance of control over this situation where Evelynn intended to strain her discipline. “Mhm,” she hummed, moving her hand now to the other breast. An equal opportunist to all things she adored. “I am enjoying this game alright.” Squeeze, before moving to that already rigid point, tantalizing it with a calculatedly gentle touch. Like a ghost, or perhaps like a whispering demon upon the shoulder.

She had watched Ahri play this game. No interest in it, truthfully, but made enough mental notes of the flashing screen for later. For now.

> The orb begins to float.

Three fingers now. Plunging. Twisting. Rubbing up against that textured front wall. And with the other, she seized that well-prepared pebble, nails indenting, coaxing more blood to swell towards the surface. “That’s not right,” because she had been paying attention, see? “Wasn’t that half-pint supposed to go through the table?” Why, that seemed like a mistake. Did this still count as a perfect run?

This wasn’t really about the run anymore though, not with the way her lashers made zongzi out of those fluffy tails. Wrapped around them so tightly, so possessively, that there was no other way to interpret her obvious jealousy. Over a game? Yes, absolutely. Evelynn was that petty.

She was losing interest - not bored, no, never - but because she wanted more. When was the last time they fucked? Too long ago. The desire to tease made way for a desire to consume. Her breath grew heavy, lips and tongue and fangs claiming every inch of skin she could reach. The band of those shorts dug into her wrist - unacceptable. Remembered to pull her fingers out at least before shadowy talons manifested and shredded the offending clothing right up seam and band. And gone again just as quickly. Burying back inside without missing a beat, as if those mangled bits of fabric hanging onto Ahri’s thighs were not her doing.

“I do want you to finish.” The reverb to her voice was stronger. The sound coming in from everywhere and nowhere at once. Lower. That deliberate purr becoming more aggressive. Echoing. Echoing. Layering upon itself in that way when she was in demon shade, when her grip upon her mortal guise began to slip. “Your game.” Growl. Harder now. Faster and rougher. "And only your game." A threat. A promise. Because she could tell how Ahri was ramping. Could read every sign, every quiver, the way her love gripped her tighter. And stop. Because what was on that television again?

sorayeon · Apr 25, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Ahri knew everything about her girls. Evelynn's desire for possession was a borderline obsession, biting was a love language people didn't speak about. It was the absolute need to be wanted and cared for, a romanticized sort of cannibalism. They would mingle their blood together, their bones would rest easily layered over each other. They would open her up and find Evelynn through her body, Evelynn on her heart, in her ribs. It was a surety that they would be together in a year, in ten, in a thousand. Even when Evelynn's arms tightened around her, it wasn't enough. There was always room to fill and her beloved took those spaces for her own, made it hers, threw away the key, and said here I am.

She had to smile. "You know I know. You, me, and at least 58 million people." Now that Evelynn had given her something to distract herself with - well, something else - Ahri latched onto it with earnestness. "There can't be villains without heroes. Does that make me your partner in crime, or am I just another conquest in your quest for world domination?" Her ears were a constant point of excitement, straining away but always coming back for more. A bit of her natural black was beginning to show through the fuschia-stained blond. "Villains can be something so personal," she hissed softly as Eve mouthed over a fresh mark, her ear jerking away in natural response.

Her hoodie wasn't designed for extra hands, nor was her bra. But there was something completely lewd in the way she saw Evelynn's hands moving beneath the fabric. It wasn't quite a smokescreen, but it added to the mystery of the journey. A pity she didn't have her own hands, she could have helped. Evelynn knew she enjoyed having her breasts played with, lavished with kisses and bites, worshipped with talented hands, and threatened with razor-sharp talons. Every light tug added to the slow-burning fire of desire, sparking it every time the blaze faded. She liked the warmth of it, having Eve so close to her heart she could feel it pounding.

When the screen flashed, Ahri wasn't expecting the sudden fill. Her mouth slackened, her legs trembling as they tried to snap shut on instinct and a low whine slipped free like fine champagne. She'd missed the glitch, and she didn't care. "Oh.." Her breaths came in quick snaps, her hips pushing up against those fingers and down into Evelynn's lap, "oh, that's.." Ahri was making a mess of her thighs, Evelynn's too, drenching her fingers and spilling down the fine bone of her wrist. They would pay for dry cleaning on the couch.

Her hands were doing most of the thinking now. What did Akali call it - muscle memory? Her fingers remembered when to press the trigger the same way she knew where Evelynn liked to be touched, where she could kiss to make the siren herself tremble. She knew where Eve wanted to be, wrapped up in warm wet heat. She didn't care about any tables, but Eve was right. Her Hero had to take the long way now. It wasn't going to kill her run, but it certainly did make ominous red numbers flash through the haze occupying her head.

Woe! The fate of her shorts was sealed the second Evelynn through those doors and discovered Ahri occupied. A full-body shudder coursed through her when those fingers were pulled away, slipping against sensitive ridges in a quest to shred the fabric to little pieces. Sharp as sin, the claws made short work of it, almost daring to brush against Ahri's skin but she trusted Evelynn, and Eve would never cut her - unless she asked for it nicely. Time and place, time and place, and now there was nowhere to hide.

Fascinated, Ahri watched talented digits plunge into her, the perverseness of it all only taking her higher and higher. Her thighs were marked in scarlet, like tracks from something illicit - wild in my veins, indeed. Locked against Evelynn like this, she could do very little. She could focus on her game, her controller resting near Evelynn's own hand, fucking her in an attempt to distract or coax some sort of defeat from her. Ahri rejected the notion, knowing that as much as Evelynn tried to conceal anything from her, she knew. There was no word to describe it. Nothing singular. But there was nothing singular about Evelynn.

Evelynn, who took advantage of Ahri's daze, turned her sultry voice into a double-layered echo. As if there were two entities speaking, completely in sync with each other. Like a synth. Like a gospel, like a prayer. Church bells ringing, stakes burning high. She was undone, but she wanted to be good. She wanted to be perfect. Ahri looked at the television without actually looking, going purely by what she had practiced over and over again, and those were the spares. The rest of her was utterly enamored with Evelynn's punishing pace, pressing in and coaxing the hot pleasure between her spread legs. The spicy-sweet smell of arousal mingled with the naturally addictive scent of her lover.

"Evelynn.." Ahri's voice matched the rest of her. Ruined, wanting, completely undone. "Eve, baby, are you jealous?" Despite her panting, her breathy tone, and the general self that absolutely wanted to smother herself in Evelynn, she still found it in herself not to give in too quick. Until a quick glance down and up showed what was happening. Once more, the Hero was going through their tragic monologue, and so no grand decision need be made. Her entire self, body, and soul was a crackling stick of dynamite, and if Evelynn didn't want to strike the match, Ahri would take it. The gumiho tossed the controller to the side, plastic hitting tempered glass and she turned. She slipped her hand down against the other woman's, her fingers tracing across overworked knuckles covered in slick. With her other hand, she grabbed at the back of her beloved's head, drawing her down for an awkward, angled kiss. Ahri opened her mouth, offering her lips, her tongue, her jaw.

She offered it all.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 26, 2022

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⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

To the contrary, there could absolutely be villains without heroes. It was those pesky heroes who needed villains to exist. Ahri wasn’t a hero though, but not quite a villain either. At least, not in the same way Evelynn was. And that was alright with her. Because with or without Ahri, Evelynn would still be Evelynn; heartless, soulless, cold-blooded and villainous. This day would end. This week. This year. This world would end - whether in fire, with her standing over its smoldering remains, a match in hand, or in ice, where she might freeze along with it, hibernating, biding her time to terrorize a new dawn just the same.

She didn’t need a conquest, nor a partner in crime. But she wanted Ahri. Wanted Ahri beside her, beneath her, astride her, and all around her. Wanted Ahri in her lungs, coursing through her veins, echoing in her eardrums and igniting her every sense. Would never stop wanting Ahri. A want that her vixen just had to spell out for her, to her irritation.

“No.” Evelynn grumbled. Yes. The pursed line of her lips admitted. This was only to be expected. After all, she never learned to share. Never learned to play nice. And certainly never learned how to ask politely for what she wanted either. They didn’t teach that kind of thing in demon school, and, even if they did, she probably would have cut all the classes. Luckily, Ahri ensured that she didn’t have to do any of those things.

Sometimes, a clumsy kiss could say far more than words ever could. She kissed with vigor, with hunger, demanding concessions at every turn. The hand that was over Ahri’s heart squeezed once, a promise to return, before slipping out of the hoodie - it was a miracle that she didn’t rip it, really, a consideration for Ahri’s favorite things that she would never admit out loud. The same hand burrowed itself into Ahri’s hair, lacing from the nape up, gripping. Locked her fingers tightly in those strawberry blonde strands in an unequivocal demand for more. An insistence mirrored by her lips, by her tongue, by the way a fang threatened against Ahri’s bottom lip from how harshly it was pressed against the same.

She worked Ahri over during the course of that kiss. Passionately. Intently. But with enough slackness in pacing to ensure that her lover would not crest over what she intentionally withheld. Not to punish, no, because she could never stay mad at Ahri while devouring her mouth like this, but entirely just because she loved to drive her beloved wild. Between the two of them, Ahri always demonstrated greater control over her instincts. More affable, a better actress, more human. And, despite Ahri’s obvious vulpine features, humans forgot all too often just what she was when she smiled at them. Utterly enraptured and beguiled…those foolish, pitiful mortals. Evelynn never forgot though. It was her lyrics, but it would easily fit Ahri just the same. Because Ahri, and only Ahri, shared that wild in her veins.

She just needed to coax it out of her pretty little fox.

But first, that irritating soundtrack needed to go. Shadows crept, drawing sinister lines over the plush carpet - 100% string wool, and still, those fibers felt coarse compared to the hair woven between her fingers. Slithered over to the power cables and - quietude. Not silent, but Evelynn much preferred the sound of heavy breathes and that obscene schlick every time she worked her fingers back inside over that awful 8-bit music.

Drew the kiss out, refusing Ahri from pulling away until she was satisfied that she had consumed every last bit of oxygen from her vixen’s lungs and chased away every thought of that unimportant game, replacing it with herself. When their lips finally parted - not without a lingering nip upon the bottom lip, of course - Evelynn was in a far better mood. Relaxed her shoulders back into the sofa, eyes lidded and indolent like a well-pampered feline basking in the midday sun.

Pulled her fingers out, brought them to her lips, and licked an unhurried trail from the knuckle of her index finger all the way to her well-manicured nail. Her chest rumbled at the taste, because she loved it, and because she was most definitely taunting Ahri now.

“Darling,” that sensual purr was just that this time, no echo, no reverb, evincing her mastery tempered over ages and ages past. “It would appear that your game is over, is it time for my game now?” Her smirk bordered on obnoxious as she proceeded to groom her middle finger, chasing after Ahri’s taste. In control. Because Evelynn was ever so unpredictable. Because… straight up villain, remember?

Her other hand combed through Ahri’s hair, simply admiring. The color didn’t really matter. Ahri could dye it an atrocious shade of pink, and Evelynn would still be into her.

“I want you to ride me, love.” Seriously considered just flipping Ahri around, pinning her hands to the back of the sofa, and phasing out of her clothing to slide right on inside, but… “I want you to keep your eyes on me while you do it.” Me, not your stupid game. “I want your ecstasy burnt into my retina. I want you to see and know exactly who brought you there.” Licked a fang lengthwise, just for effect, because she absolutely knew how much Ahri liked her fangs. “Oh, and take that hoodie off. Because we both know what will happen to it if you don’t.”

sorayeon · Apr 27, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Delightful! Ahri swooped in right between the lines, Evelynn’s poorly concealed admission laid bare before the fox who saw all. It was fun. Riling Evelynn up now only ensured a greater payout in the foreseeable future. Better still, her lover took matters into her own hands when their lips met. Consumed entirely, as they always said, she parted her lips willingly, without prompting. They shared chaste kisses, beloved, often. But this, this was good.

Messy, fangs, and tongue. The way to the heart was through the stomach. Ahri sometimes fancied how it would feel to have Evelynn’s shadowy claws plunge into her breast, to weave wicked fingers around her pulsing heart and.. just hold it. Right there, fluttering fragile as a bird. She would sit there and let it happen. Morbid, Akali had said when she broached the topic. Interesting, Kai’sa'd mused.

When it came to the Secrets of Seduction, she wrote the book. Evelynn might have had her own rendition and made a song of it, but the gumiho was a character unique enough to warrant a series. Exploring the unique opportunities that came with loving a shadow demon was only natural. The scrape of a sharp tooth only tipped the iceberg. The tight grip on her hair tilted it a bit more. Ahri rocked her hips in retaliation, her moan muffled against Evelynn’s mouth, rutting against that wonderfully thick bulge, soaking Eve’s thighs.

Every so often, a wave of white hot heat flashed through her head, any semblance of proper thought disintegrating into nothing. She was always so close, the height of pleasure had her brain thinking they had reached the apex. But the reality was ever a cruel mistress, and Evelynn matched her blow for blow. There was no hiding the disappointed whimper when she finally caught her breath between minute pauses. They had all the time in the world, it felt. Ahri was feeling a lot of things though.

Her phone buzzed. She didn’t notice.

She was too busy scratching pretty lines into Evelynn’s nape, her throat, her collar. She scrabbled at it, despite the awkward angle. Though she often strayed close to her clit, she wouldn’t take that away from Evelynn. All of it was for her. Her Siren. So her hand drifted down, between her thighs to stroke along Evelynn’s inner thigh. Every time Eve curved her fingers, Ahri accidentally slipped against that hot heat nestled against her. There was no harm in rewarding good behavior.

It felt ironically empty without a backdrop of repetitive synth notes polluting the air. Like white noise, it served its purpose well and Ahri heard the television click shut as Evelynn cut off its life support, the little console gasping on its last bit of power. The little machine that could. Now she could see their shadows a little better, though still blurry silhouettes behind a foggy mirror.

“You’re.. you seem too pleased with this,” Ahri murmured, tongue flicking out to trace her lip, wondering about the existence of a mark from such a gentle bite. But if not now, then later. She was satisfied with that. Evelynn seemed content, too. Ahri could finally try to calm herself down. Her pulse was still a mad rabbit. When her love made to pull her fingers free, she instinctively clenched, knuckles brushing against her sensitive folds almost enough to end round one.

That word seemed to have them in chains. Almost.

Her breasts were lonely. Her nipples were eager for attention, and really, there was nothing stopping her from taking what she wanted. Evelynn wouldn’t mind. But, it was her day off. To relax, and put it all in someone else’s hands. A content rumble swelled through her chest as Eve brushed her hair, the sensation made her feel all warm and squishy.

A feeling quickly replaced as Evelynn painted an immaculate picture of the future. She almost asked how, and decided not to. She was already lowering her hips. A pity Eve had pants on, she also decided not to assist. The only thing that mattered was going for the kill.

“You’ll buy me a new one anyway,” Ahri said, brimming with confidence, blushing in ecstasy. She brushed her hair back and looked over her shoulder to blow a sparkly-eyed kiss at her audience. But she pulled the hoodie over her head, anyway. The gumiho stretched, panther-lithe. Slowly, she revealed strip by strip creamy skin, unmarked and smooth. It was almost glossy. The white fluff at her tailbone almost didn’t belong. Her tails fought playfully against their shadowy bonds, excited, perverse in the knowledge of what she looked like. The hoodie fell to the floor, and her bra soon fluttered down to join it.

Cascades of blonde hair hid the delicate slope of her shoulders, the perfect ridges of the blades, the faint impression of a spine falling into a divot in the small of her back. “How will I keep my eyes on you if I’m like this, mm?” Cheek. Ahri couldn’t help it. Her hands kept her steady, one on each side as she laid back against Evelynn’s chest, her head resting in the nook of her shoulder. She fluttered her lashes at the Siren, teasing Eve between her own legs, never bothering to look. Not yet. Eve might be seeping through her clothes, she wouldn't look.

“It’s always you, baby. It’ll always be you.” She pressed her lips against Evelynn’s jaw, then one on the underside, marking her throat with her tongue. “But you’ve been good to me, let me take care of you. Like this.” Her touch was firmer now, insistent, the danger of her own claws ripping through Eve’s pants imminent. “Poor thing, you haven’t been touched yet.”

Ahri’s voice took on a dreamy tone. “Let me help.”

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 27, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

“Of course,” came that smooth lilt, soprano or alto depending on her mood. “But as much as we both enjoy me ruining your clothing the same way I ruin you, I know how much you love this particular hoodie.” Think she was about to say something sentimental? Think again. “You are going to wear it again sooner rather than later, and when you do, you are going to remember every single filthy detail of what that I did to you, what I'm going to do to you.”

Paused, to admire of course, with her hands and eyes alike. Ran her palms up along that decanter shaped waist, chasing the ascending cashmere without missing a beat - because Evelynn, missing a beat? Drank in the sight of Ahri, greedily, unabashedly. Scoring scorching lines over every inch of yet unmarred canvas - plenty of time to change that still. At the next inquiry, she halted, lifting a brow. Had expected Ahri to turn around to fulfill that particular prompt —

Tails flexed, and her lashers tightened entirely instinctively. Ah, right. She had completely forgotten about them. Those darned lashers of hers were not unlike Ahri’s tails at times, seemingly entirely with a will of their own. That was to say, very reluctant as she peeled them off and away from their ensnared preys. If they could pout though, that pout would not last long, as she set about repurposing them just as swiftly.

Caught both of those delicate wrists, pinning them together, before bringing them over Ahri’s head, ascending past those twitchy ears and pulling her to sit up properly. Held her like that with one lasher, while the other and her hands cooperated to turn Ahri in her lap. To face her, like she had wanted. A process that absolutely involved physically hauling Ahri into the air, thighs leaving hers for a few agonizing seconds before being deposited once more.

A display of strength so casual, that it should rightfully frighten. Because while Evelynn didn’t have Akali’s abs or Kai’sa legs, preferring a curvaceous, deceptively soft look, she was far, far more dangerous. Physically unassuming, in terms of musculature, and yet could easily hold down the burliest man, and often did. Those lashers might appear solid, fleshy, smooth to touch and flirtatious to boot, but they didn’t have to be. She was shadow, and shadow was the terror that lurked in every man’s heart. And, much as every mortal's fear was slightly different, she too - they too - could be anything she wanted. Could sharpen, cut, murder without the slightest of effort. A thought, and blood would flow. Another, and death would follow. And yet, in spite of her natural inclination for the same, she never threatened Ahri with violence. Always rough - nails indented into hips now, pulling those completely drenched nethers against herself, having casually shed those irksome pants much as Ahri had predicted. And yet, simultaneously gentle, handling Ahri with care and tenderness in a wordless proclamation of adoration. Because Ahri was special. Sex with Evelynn had almost always been a one-night affair; she had no exes - living ones - to speak of. That Ahri was on her lap, in one piece, and allowed to assert cheekiness said all that needed to be said.

“Oh, you will take care of me, darling.” A lazy roll of her hips, grinding that heated pillar against where she wanted to be. Raring to go, like how she might rev the engine of one of her cars just because, because this was Ahri in her lap. But doubtlessly to the surprise of nobody, Evelynn’s notoriously picky taste extended even to this aspect of her chosen façade. Meaning, her cock was absolutely the sort that would make just about any mortal man envious. Aesthetically pleasing too, because everything about her had to be aesthetically pleasing, a Diva through and through.

The lasher around Ahri’s wrists heaved up, compelling her to arc forward, to present her nudity in an enticing display for those slitted golds, avaricious and keen. Unlike Ahri, Evelynn kept her top on - a chiffon black blouse that did virtually nothing to conceal the lacy black bodice beneath. Liked the contrast of sable juxtaposing Ahri’s pale skin, and more importantly, it was a power move - well-dressed, at least above the waist, after having entirely stripped Ahri with claws and words. Well, other than those tattered remains that clung to Ahri’s thighs still. Left those alone, because she loved that remainder of violence, of what she could do to Ahri, but wouldn’t.

Up now, dragging Ahri skyward bodily, forcing that sensitive bundle of nerves to kiss every inch of that rigid length. Probably hurt a bit, having so much of her weight confined to her wrists like that, but if Ahri minded a little bit of pain, she doubtlessly picked the wrong demon to love.

“Like this,” an assessing gaze, chin slightly tilted to the side, index and thumb framing her own jawline as she lauded the statuesque display she herself engineered. Wrists overhead, body crescenting forward, balancing precariously now upon the apex of Evelynn’s desire manifest. Given her girth, gravity alone wouldn’t do the trick, but it would help, because she finally released those wrists, her lasher brushing an apology into the red marks left behind. “Go ahead, love, help me out here.” A chuckle, finding that prayer extremely ironic. Because Ahri was going to need some help with this one, because Evelynn had ensured that her lover would be very close. The small intermission, if this could be considered as such, might have helped, but how much was up for debate. As such, she was very interested in witnessing just how Ahri intended on ‘taking care’ of her without immediately falling apart herself.

sorayeon · Apr 28, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Ahri wasn’t complaining. She did like that hoodie. It was almost like a security blanket on rainy days, and all her girls had worn it too. Except Evelynn, at least not to her knowledge, and her concern for Ahri's things almost warmed the heart. If she didn't know any better. Because what her lover said had a ring of truth to it. Sometimes while idly rifling through her things, she would lift out one dress and reminisce on how it looked rucked up to her thighs, and mourning the matching ripped pantyhose. Another time it might be that a pair of scarlet lingerie would catch her eyes and she would be taken back to when she’d lifted herself high above Evelynn, stroking herself before a hungry mouth, dripping on an extended tongue. There was scarcely a pair of comfort wear they hadn’t fucked in, and.. Evelynn seemed determined to continue the tradition.

Her tails, free, fell limply back onto the couch. Puffed out and fluffy as white cotton candy, they were finally able to move on their own whims, lazy and charming as usual. Two immediately curled around Evelynn’s legs, furry boa constrictors as accessory pieces. Ahri couldn’t say she commanded the same amount of control over her appendages as Evelynn did, but every tail was still connected to her through sinew and veins, and a wild rush coursed through her veins at the sudden flow of blood. She very nearly growled, but habit stoppered her throat in an instant. It came out guttural, embarrassing in how throaty it was. Not one to trip, Ahri flashed a winning, toothy smile instead, the dark whiskers of her cheek lifting endearingly.

Her arms rose without a fight, like she was letting Evelynn do it. She could have fought back, if she wanted to. She could throw a big fuss and wrenched her wrists free. But Ahri sat, still like marble, shadowy tendrils twining around her hands like a ribbon, lashing them together. Her thighs ached, protesting the sudden shift after what felt like hours of stillness. The gumiho delighted in her lover’s confidence, her belly clenched at the feel of being hauled so easily. Foxes didn’t like to be picked up, but like Ahri was to Evelynn, Evelynn was her exception. Her knees settled on either side into the plush sofa, relieved. The rest of her, stiff nipples and throbbing cunt, were not so easily placated.

Yet, she felt indestructible. Indescribable. Evelynn could have easily crushed her like an orange, or something similarly pulpy. Ahri was putty in the hands of the devil, but the devil wore heels and killed when kisses and leather blades. “So hasty, love,” Ahri crooned because it couldn’t go unsaid. Eve was the wolf and she was the Queen, under the Little Blue Riding Hood. Fairest of them all. “Like I’m going to run. I would never, not unless you wanted me to.” Words were words. Ahri’s mind and body were not synchronized. Illiterate. She pressed up against the warmth in hushed delight, never missing its presence when it was gone but always welcoming it on appearance.

Lifted higher now, she looked Evelynn square in the eyes. Smoke gold met faux blue, a sparkle in the iris, a clear summer sky. A tail slithered between them, brushing Eve’s jaw, not so dexterous as a hand but thrice as soft. “Isn’t that mine?” The tail coiled over the tops of her siren’s breast pointedly, the tip of it nudging. Ahri leaned closer, faking a closer look but really only offering more and more of tantalizing cleavage to the naked eye. She might have continued, but Evelynn was a master at distraction. Shivers rocked up her spine, a pleasure so sweet it made her crazy. Her fingers flexed, her ears pinned all the way back as soft groans, hitched and incomplete, flowed freely. All thoughts of stolen clothes forgotten.

The blush had taken a liking to her collar, dusting the pale skin pink. Ahri pressed forward, knees and thighs shuffling to get just the right angle. Her folds parted lewdly, dripping against her lover’s cock with every pass, shifting uselessly. Evelynn’s parting shot was dealt with an almost banal finality. Her arms fell, seduced by gravity, straight to cupping Evelynn’s cheeks. Ahri kissed her fiercely, killing the distance that separated them. Her fingers pushed into the other woman’s hair, tangling strands of violet violently, urgently.

Ahri bit down harshly on Evelynn’s lower lip, breaking away with a hoarse groan as the very tip nudged up, the broad head already thick enough to make her dizzy. She clutched at Eve like pearls, a sordid lifeline, realigning her hips to sink despite the promised stretch. Being incredibly wet helped up to a point, but Ahri was tight. Velvet walls hugged that stiff length, hot and snug. She murmured something, a prayer or a curse, because her eyes were open and looking down. Watching inch by punishing inch disappear, rubbing against all the spots that had her whimpering.

“Eve..” It wasn’t a plea, but a watery sort of mewl. “Baby, you feel so good.” Ahri was being spread thin, her feelings and thoughts going haywire - all she could focus on was how full she felt, how Evelynn kissed every inch of her. Inside and out. Sticky wetness continued to drip, halfway to home before Ahri rose, her beloved’s cock sliding free, glistening, empty cunt pulsing. She exhaled softly through her mouth, her knees sliding further apart and right as the crown nuzzled her entrance she lowered her hips again slowly. A masterful stroke, her body a brush as she rose up and down, sinking Evelynn deeper every time. Again. An agonizingly slow pace.

Her eyes were on Evelynn. Her front and center, a tail curling coyly around Eve's neck like a scarf.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 28, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

The wolf? That mangy, knot-brained beast? Oh no, fairest, Evelynn was the huntsman. Only far superior and more lethal than the original. Speaking of hunting though, after a long and at times bumpy rising action, the foxhunt in progress appeared to be approaching the climax.

Because this - the fingers scrimmaging in her hair, the tongue dueling with her own, those subdued and sodden vocalizations electrifying her eardrums - this was enough to shred through all her pretensions at aloofness. Unlike Ahri, Evelynn made no efforts to suppress the growl that vibrated her chest, pitched low and savage, dubiously human. She kissed back just as hungrily, tracing her tongue all along the edges of those smaller but no less sharp canines, flirting with danger.

When Ahri pulled away, she exhaled a groan, licking at her own lip not to soothe the bite, but to feel the prickling pain spread. Like climbing ivies, or the not so accidental fires that might raze them, like the way Ahri had sunk her claws into Evelynn’s heart and refused to let go. Funny, because she didn’t think she had one of those. But those musings were for another time, because at present, she wouldn’t miss this show for the world.

It didn’t matter how many times she watched herself sink into Ahri; she would never tire of the same. There was something so inherently base about the act that it had those golds sharpening beneath her lowered lashes. Pupils constricted into little more than pinpoints, the already bright hue of her irises brighter. Incandescent. Tight. Wet. She inhaled sharply. Perhaps pride was the source of primordial sin, but lust was the vehicle that drove mankind to shatter against pride’s folly. Evelynn was proud too. All demons were. But when she gazed upon Ahri, when all she could smell and hear and feel was her beloved, her personal temptations incarnate, lust would always be the sin that consumed her. She was dimly aware that her fingertips likely imprinted themselves onto Ahri’s hips and waist, crushing the extremely fine capillaries and inducing bruises to form. Couldn’t be arsed to lessen her hold though, no.

Because this was difficult. She knew what game was being played here. Knew it intimately. Evelynn never liked a slow tempo - hated it, in fact, but in the same way she hated sleep's beckon upon leaving bed in the morn’. Meaning, loved it, but hated how it left her desperately wanting more. It was an easy enough thing to correct. Despite Ahri's elevated position over her, there were little illusions as to who was in charge here. And, without a shadow of a doubt - heh - Evelynn knew Ahri would not mind at all if her nails bit more crescents into yet unmarred skin, if she coerced Ahri down those additional inches. After all, she was well accustomed to helping herself to appetizer, entrée, and dessert all in one go when the mood struck. Greedy, completely and utterly, insatiable in a way she knew Ahri loved.

But no.

While Evelynn wouldn't consider taking matters into her own hands losing per se, she had a suspicion that her love held lingering misconceptions of the same. Her vixen was ever so insistent upon brandishing control, demonstrating the same in everything from that aborted growl to her earlier bluster of finishing her run. Doubtlessly, Ahri would chalk it up as a win if Evelynn just served up exactly what she wanted. If she drove her own hips up in an unerring stroke and buried herself hilt deep, rutting up and into Ahri like the unhinged beast Ahri oft made her feel an affinity for. And Evelynn, well she wouldn't have that. In truth, everything about this was inevitably going to be a win-win situation, but she liked to pretend otherwise. Liked the illusion of beating Ahri at her own games, in a manner of speaking.

“Hm.” A non-committal noise, too busy swallowing the knot in her throat. Her chest heaved, her breathing came out faster and harsher. Neck corded, jugular flexing, lashers near quivering from the strain. More. Deeper. There was no denying Ahri’s effects upon her, no combating them either. But her distractions did not take away from her perceptiveness.

Because whiskers, dark whiskers? That wasn't right, was it. Last time she checked - and she checked often, had definitely fondly ran her gaze along those new moons on more than one occasion - they were supposed to be a shimmering gradient of pastel pink and blue. Light enough in hue that beneath harsh light, virtually invisible. But dark, dark like they had been in ages and ages past, well.

Evelynn’s lips curled into that signature smirk, as recognizable as Ahri’s slightly parted lips and high-fashion look. “Foxy,” because she was the hunter and Ahri her prey. Kept her shoulders back against the sofa, bringing Ahri closer instead with a lasher wrapped around that wispy waist, until she could breathe her words against those pink-blonde ears. “I hope you are ready for round two.” The lasher crawled down along Ahri’s stomach; Evelynn’s fingers slithered from waist to back.

“Because it’s game over.”

And, like a siren - no, not the mythical kind of her infamous moniker - the piercing, cautioning kind, the storm-warning kind. Too late though. Ahri was already lost at sea, bereft of shelter and clothing both, and there was nowhere to hide from the oncoming storm. Evelynn found the root of those playful appendages, wrapped her fingers around the slender base, and squeezed. Squeezed and pulled. In the same instance, the lasher wrapped around Ahri’s waist struck, down to flatten against that point of hypersensitivity, offering pressure and velvet smooth texture. Stroked up and down much like a similarly dextrous organ might, unimpaired for want of moisture; completely unnecessary given how absolutely dripping wet Ahri already was. Oh, craned Ahri’s chin back with fingers locking into her hair again, fangs sinking against throat. Marking. Claiming. Ravaging. But that was a given.

sorayeon · Apr 29, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Oh, but wasn't it such a thrill? Evelynn liked to watch; Ahri knew this well, like the back of her hand, and played on the fact with as much enthusiasm she could muster. She’d throw every trick in the book, everything Evelynn loved, on the table. Like her silky vocalizations, the way she nudged against her lap, the quick rise and fall of her breast. Most of it was genuine, but she would remember to push back her hair from her sweat slick brow and arch her back at a downward stroke, pressing close when and where she could. Ahri sensed the hawk-like attention Eve gave her even when her own lashes fluttered shut. Bliss. Utter depravity. The cohabitation of both.

Evelynn’s touch was a scorching sensation on her waist, burning marks into her hips in the way she gripped so tight. Ahri remembered, concealer. It helped. Eve wouldn’t relent, and Ahri didn’t want her to. She wanted to wake up with sweet aches and cradle her hurts, show how they were fading already and ask for more. And she sometimes cursed the extraordinary properties of mana, it made showing off difficult. Then again, she really had accidentally burned her neck with a straightener - her fans had blown up, combusted at the idea. But, if anywhere, her hips were fine. They would be hidden for the sparse hours before her natural healing kicked in.

And by the iron hold, Ahri knew her ploy was working. Evelynn liked fast cars and fast beats, not known for her patience for a snail's pace. She fed into that fanning flame, likely as payback for how high Evelynn brought her. Out of love, of course. Always out of love. Even when she thought she was going a bit too fast, Ahri squirmed, resisting just enough to make it.. subtle. Her sensitive walls clenched, rippling around the thick length, her hips grinding to a halt whenever Eve twitched in response. But her shadowy love needed more coaxing. The game they played was a familiar one. Not a push and pull, but a constant push and push and push.

Something had to give. Someone.

“Hmm.” Ahri hummed in reply, stretching it out, transitioning smoothly into a soft purr. Always receptive to every motion and noise. Sweat collected in the divot of her shoulder, her back damp and glistening. Some of her tails fell away on instinct, too hot to snuggle up against her body. A waterfall of clouds billowed over the couch and onto the ground with a surprisingly solid fwump.

It did not go unnoticed. The marks on her cheeks were dark. Like an eclipse. No less shimmery, no less brilliant. Like a holograph, like the dark amber that shone beneath contact lenses worth thousands for how they glowed, the way they seamlessly added to Ahri’s aesthetic without taking the spotlight away. But her real eyes were a shade deeper than Evelynn’s, like gold peering from the underbrush. A testament to her old life generations ago.

But into the light through shadow, she followed, sinking her claws into quickening smoke. She wouldn’t let go. She might be prey, but foxes hunted too. Her ears perked, swiveling forward at the sound of her nickname, one her fans had lovingly dubbed upon her once they realized the ears and bushy tails weren’t a one-time, two-time gimmick. Ahri hasn’t liked it at first, too on the nose, but what the fans wanted, she gave without complaint. When Evelynn said it, it was all edges and bite soothed with a familiar dab of affection.

“Born ready,” Ahri managed, smiling against Evelynn’s cheek. A smile that fast morphed into a silent oh, wide-eyed and - she should not have been so surprised. She was sensitive there, the base of her tails a direct pathway to pleasure. She couldn’t even reply to Eve’s obvious - really obvious - jab. But her loss was everyone’s gain, it seemed. Two points of hypersensitivity stimulated to the point of being unbearable. Evelynn was rewarded with a throaty gasp, Ahri’s tail tightening around her throat without preamble, her claws sinking deep into her lover’s shoulder as her hips slammed down, cock buried to the hilt.

Thighs trembling, legs quaking, breath.. uneven. Flushed like the strawberry highlights of her hair. Her eyes were wide and wild, the dark shining beneath the bright blue. It wasn’t Evelynn’s game to win. Ahri leaned forward, ignoring the painful pulse of her nethers, ignoring the obvious way she could fall off the edge if she would just.. let go. Toss away her pride and give in, but there was too much riding on this and Ahri intended on making well on her promise to help.

“Ever heard of new game plus, darling?” Ahri’s tail coiled tighter, not enough to suffocate but just enough for Evelynn to feel the squeeze. Her cunt followed suit, milking the stiff beast, intent on soothing with extreme passion. A finger trailed down the side of Evelynn’s cheek, gentle. A stark contrast to the bruising grip on her hips. “It’s not game over.” Sometimes Ahri let others win. A tail plucked at the tendril pressed against her, nudging it away so she could grind against Evelynn’s waist, just another part to mark.

“Well?”

Would Evelynn call her bluff?

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · Apr 30, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

Someone had to give, and it wouldn’t be her.

That decision - a foregone conclusion - had already been proclaimed by the absent soundtrack and the controller flung into tempered glass. By the first instance Evelynn demanded Ahri’s attention and did not receive the same. She was determined, utterly, to prove once and for all how much more fun, more engrossing, more gratifying, more, Evelynn’s game was compared to antiquated pixels and grating ruckuses. Sex was not so different from speed-running in a way. Certainly affected brain-chemistry the same. Adrenaline. Endorphins. Captivated all those pleasure receptors and drove a constant demand for faster. A race toward the inevitable. And, just like speed-running, the more times one might fail to achieve that desired result, the more coveted the same might become.

There was just one problem. Being, what game were they playing now? The terms, the ‘win-cons’, seemed to shift as fluidly as her shadows or Ahri’s tails. Evelynn certainly forgot where she was going with this when those hips slammed down, electrifying pleasure radiating from her shoulder, from her neck, mirroring the ramping tension at her core. Moaned in spite of herself, because there was nothing in hell, nothing in the heavens she scoffed at, that could rival her pleasure when she was inside Ahri like this.

This was a game in which she held some truly excellent cards. Stacked her deck from the very beginning, one might say. However, there was one drawback to her game plan. A rather important drawback. Millennia ago, she perceived little. Centuries ago, she fixated upon pain, the only sensation she could feel, could cling onto to ward off the void. It was only in the past few decades and a few, after having forged and re-forged her chosen form over and over, having delineated every blood vessel and mapped every nerve with surgical precision, that she finally arrived at a more satisfying result. However, despite the fact that she could finally perceive pleasure the same way as a mortal might, there was no erasing her intuition. That in-built empathy honed from centuries of pulling what she wanted to pull out of her preys. From chasing after that fleeting spark of feeling.

Ahri yearned. There was no other way to say it. Evelynn could feel her lover’s tightly leashed desire like an ache deep within herself. Empathetic to a fault - oh the irony of it. Toying with Ahri like this was a double-edged sword. The want, she could handle; her experience guaranteed at least that much. But the vividness with which she could perceive Ahri’s lust for her was irresistible, like a primordial song etched into every atom of her, flaying her control.

The tight squeeze around her throat, around the belly of the beast that throbbed root to tip. Ahri’s voice. Ahri’s scent. Ahri’s need.

Someone had to give, and it wouldn’t be -- ah, damn it all.

“New game plus,” she repeated, gulping down air that she didn’t need in a way she couldn’t regulate. Agonizingly human, this form she herself crafted. In her quest to feel, to perceive everything she missed out on in her early days, had she somehow became more human as a result? A stomach-wrenching thought, but she couldn't focus on it. Because when she was with Ahri, she was always on the verge of feeling too much. On the verge of losing control. “That’s supposed to come with more features, isn’t that so?”

Lifted a hand, placed the same over Ahri’s eyes. Never did like being watched when she resumed her true form, whether out of vanity or some unexplainable instincts, it was hard to say. She drifted, like heavy smoke, like black mist. It was jarring. The absence of sensations, the way the world dimmed and emotions dulled. Only for an instance. Because she would always return. Because there was too much here for her for Evelynn to forget herself. And by the abyss, she would never get used to the way blood resumed its flow and the arrested heartbeat thudded that much harder. Never get used to the sharp pang between her thighs, the visceral need pounding along that very mortal embodiment of desire. Her love, lust - who knows - for Ahri.

“New challenges as well, yes?” It wasn’t difficult to tip her lover's balance forward, with the way Ahri's knees were already braced on the sofa. A hand pressed upon the back of a shoulder, urging Ahri to brace against the sofa’s back. Another slipped around the hips, retracing the fingerprints she already left behind. Her lashers assisted as well, prying those tails apart and out of the way. There was no teasing this time around. She was too far gone for games. Too far gone to be gentle.

Hand slipped from shoulder to hair, gripping, tight enough for Ahri to feel prickles upon her scalp. There was little preamble to the way Evelynn lined herself up, broad head nudging its perfect sheath. She hilted herself in one smooth, well-practiced stroke. Her voice accompanied the punishing rhythm she set, low, guttural, pant and groan and growl in equal measures. Fingers curved under hips, digging into the hipbone, pulling Ahri back against herself every time their hips met, as both point and counterpoint to the relentless onslaught.

All pretensions at self-restraint forgotten, her instincts seized full reins. Rough. Refined in all things except this. A lady always, except when she was fucking. Except now, crashing against Ahri with blistering momentum, sweat glistening her form, clothing long forgotten. All demon. Every trace of sophistication forgotten. And either way, even if she demonstrated any temperance at all (she didn’t), it would have been rough anyways on account of her size. A rigidity that pushed the envelope over and over, intent upon sating the need she felt in herself and Ahri both, the craving that was driving her half insane. Whether Ahri wanted to or not, Evelynn would force her over the finish line. She had to. Every fiber of her being demanded that she eradicate every vestige of hunger, and replace it with the fullness of herself.

Her grip tightened, leaning down, panting harshly enough to heat the rolling sweat. The new angle made her thrusts shorter, but she adjusted by rolling her hips into Ahri instead. Because more. Not enough. Her fangs sunk into the sinews of shoulder. Not a hickey this time. Definitely a bite mark. A very distinct bite mark on account of her fangs. Lapped at it with her tongue only to bite down again, over the same spot, relenting only when she could feel Ahri’s pain start to nudge into too much. It was a blurry line, but she was the master of that blurry line. The one and only primordial being who could boast of being absolutely in tune with pain, and, as such, when she so chose - and she did so choose - could dish just enough for it to be exceedingly pleasurable and no more.

“I think,” huff, nip, at the base of neck. “I’m a fan of new game plus.”

sorayeon · May 1, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Ahri was good at keeping her cool. It was a requirement, after all, being on stage for hours on end, dancing, and singing and putting on a smile through it. It wasn't a complaint, it was simply a fact. Even when the lights clicked off and they were crowded back into their dressing rooms, she was always hot and wet from exertion, trembling as the adrenaline pumped through her. Exhilaration kept her going through the night, despite the protest of her legs and scratching throat. She knew how to run, and she remembered knowing how to fight dirty, too. The feeling she was currently being assaulted with was not so different from fight or flight.

This. This right here, the sensation of being utterly filled, claws sinking into her hips to hold her steady, encompassed on all sides by wafting shadow - difficult enough walking on two legs and learning snippets of English, Evelynn made it so hard to shed her instincts. It was always fun and games, she was never in any real danger, but her lover had her ways of making it seem like she was truly seen as prey. Her pulse fluttered, her gradual rocking motions slowing as she inhaled sharply, taking in the scent of sweat and sex mingling with whatever expensive perfume Evelynn had on today. Licorice and vanilla, maybe. Eau de Parfum. Le Labo and sandalwood.

Whatever it was, it smelled good. It delighted the senses, the musky notes pinging across her brain, flashing like vanity lights. Every flash, a camera. Twirl and turn. Ahri was best like this - showing off in front of hungry eyes, performing for her fans, for her girls and boys. Even now she took every bit of pleasure she could, unashamed of the way her body reacted so obviously. From the slick between her trembling legs to the way she clenched down, never stopping for a moment. She drank it all in, and oh, she knew Evelynn could feel it too. Not just from their point of connection, but from something far beyond mere intimacy. Her beloved was an enigma wrapped up beneath multiple masks. She was a rumbling threat, a gentle hand stirring the storm, a once-in-a-lifetime meeting.

"Yes," Ahri murmured, closing her eyes as Evelynn shielded her gaze. Darkness enveloped her, Eve's palm a warm blanket against her wet brow. Her senses immediately compensated for the sudden blindness. Scents grew stronger, the presence of the other woman's cock buried deep in her, so close to being uncomfortably full. Her clit, swollen and throbbing with want, pressing against every surface she could get close to. Her ears swiveled on their own, picking up the muted sounds beyond the drawn curtains and frosted windows. Keying into the rustle of fabric, the faintest shift as her knees moved against the couch. Her lips parted slightly, tasting Evelynn on her tongue as the air cooled the dulled pain on her neck, on her lower lip.

Evelynn didn't give her an opportunity to peek. Ahri could only guess at what was happening. The way the warmth lifted like oil from water, it left a peppermint chill across her closed eyes. There was a sudden shocking feeling of emptiness. It felt like being thrown into a freezing pool only to be hauled out seconds later and having a fluffy towel thrown over her. She hissed, her lashes fluttering, but kept them shut out of respect. It was only when Evelynn tipped her forward did they snap open, her arms reaching out in an immediate reaction to stop herself from toppling over completely. Her thighs gripped onto Eve's own for balance - tried to - the couch eating her muffled squeak of surprise. Her nose was pressed against the warm leather, her back arching at her lover's soft touch that quickly turned insistent. Leather was a poor substitute for human warmth, no matter how expensive it was and Ahri tried to make that clear. Except the contrast was good too, Evelynn’s heat battling against soft lukewarm.

"You are surprisingly knowledgeable on the topic," the gumiho turned her face slightly for a steady breath. "For someone who has no interest, that is." Her nails dug into the back of the sofa in a poor imitation of Evelynn's own actions, her teeth gritting together as this time, she strove not to make a noise. Pleasure or pain, though it certainly veered closer to pleasure. But there was no stopping the self-satisfied groan as Evelynn entered her again easily. Their new position offered a different sort of motion, deeper, the idea of being taken without a second thought and on a whim. Like an animal. The leather creaked under her white-knuckled grip, her head falling forward as her hips shuddered, her thoughts filled with all sorts of perverseness. She wasn't so much riding as she was trying to keep pace with Evelynn that quickly built-in speed and sheer lust-filled power.

Every thrust was perfect, rubbing up against her slick, sensitive walls. Her knees shifted forward from the force, and once or twice Ahri cried out around a mouthful of couch. It was not so much a building pleasure as it was a tsunami of desire that crashed into her, and this time, she did nothing to stop it. She was so far beyond caring about winning or losing that now - yes, only for now - she would give Evelynn what she wanted. She always did, she always would. Ahri held onto the magma-hot coil tightening in her gut, her hips bucking in tandem, doggedly chasing that steady pattern. She relinquished the portion that was in her mouth to offer audible gasps and moans, pitched low and breathy. Her eyes slitted open - she missed looking at Evelynn, but the room was nice too. A lamp, a long table, some plush chairs.. and a closed door staring right back.

But what if..?

It didn't matter. "Oh," she squeezed her eyes shut, her cheeks burning. The wet, perverse sound of their coupling was an echo in her ears, and Ahri could envision the sticky strands smeared all over her inner thighs and on Evelynn's waist. There was that encompassing urge to consume, in the only way she knew how. But she didn't reach for Evelynn's soul like she usually did. Instead, she blindly groped behind, reaching for Evelynn, the tail curled around her neck flopped down between them. The other hand remained embedded in the back of the couch. She seemed desperate. She was desperate. What seemed like hours of teasing was ramping back up, rocketing through her at lightning speed. When her hand met air, Ahri fell forward, her arm propping her up instead, her fangs bared against her bare skin.

"Gods, Evelynn.. baby, you feel so good," even in the throes of near madness, Ahri was crooning. Feeding off of Evelynn's own desires, it was almost ironic, how they bounced these emotions around as if fighting for custody. It wasn't stolen so much as it was merely borrowed. But every time Evelynn shuddered, Ahri got the feedback tenfold - her mewls would pitch, her breathing quickening. She was taking her lover to the hilt after every thrust, sweat, and heat making her gasp for air all the while murmuring praises and sweet encouragement. She had control. She needed to, trained not to take but to give, and Evelynn was trying so hard-

Then Evelynn bit her. Not one of those soft, nibbling kisses or how she would mouth at her ears. Pronounced fangs gripped the tight muscle of her shoulder and Ahri stiffened, her body freezing at the command of some primal order. It was that moment, that single hushed tick of the clock where Ahri felt the flood of endorphins rushing from Evelynn to her haywire brain that a singular sensation of stark relief washed over her. Her nails shredded the couch, her hands scrabbling and clutching at whatever she could get her hands on as her hips slammed down, crying out as her entire body convulsed violently and broken words spilled freely. Ahri felt herself rippling around Eve's cock, enveloping the thick shaft in an ever-tightening grip. Her collar and chest were flushed red, her whiskers pitch black against the pink dust on her cheeks.

"Evelynn.." Her voice was whisper soft, hoarse from want and desire overtaking all of her. Her hips jumped as she collapsed bonelessly, draping like a work of art, basking in the aftermath. Oh, it wasn't over. It wasn't enough. Evelynn hadn't come, Kai'sa and Akali were still out. Her heavy breathing was already steadying, her hips never quite stilling as she fell forward against the sofa. It was just cool enough to relieve the heat in her cheeks, her gaze peeking through a swath of blonde, turning back to look at her Siren. Ahri was quiet at first, simply brushing her hair from her soaked brow, tucking loose strands behind her shoulder and soothing her twitchy ears. But her eyes were only on the Siren.

Her tongue ran over glossy lips as she drank in the elegant arch of Evelynn’s fine eyebrows, to the cut of her cheek and jaw. Beneath her contacts, unearthed gold shone. The afterglow of an orgasm always made Ahri soft for a second, her expression dreamy, fae-like, as she pressed her lips together in thought, turning away with a smile.

"I should start playing more games."

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · May 2, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

“Please,” Pure sarcasm, just about the only scenario in which Evelynn would ever deign to utter that particular word. “I live with you and Akali, I would have to be blind and deaf to not have grasped the basics by now.” Baffling that Ahri was trying to goad her even now, to imply some sort of repressed interest in dreadful pixels. Would never. Didn’t see the point. But hypothetically, if she did, Need for Speed was not a bad series. Also hypothetically, building her own NOS nitrous system into a former favorite vehicle of hers seemed like an excellent idea. Former, because as it turned out, engines had a nasty habit of going kaboom when you tamper with it too much. Hypothetically.

What was not hypothetical though was the way she herself felt on the verge of exploding. Because Ahri was more dangerous than nitrous. The way Ahri squirmed against her, those sensual vocalizations, the clenching heat enveloping every last inch of herself. All of it ignited her already revved engine, escalated speed and ferocity, and evoked a direct comparison between herself and one of those sleek top-of-the-line high-performance cars she favored.

Felt like one too, with the way Ahri always seemed to make her go from zero to a hundred with ease. There was a bit more of a ramp this time around, and that just made her craving more intense, harder to satisfy. Hence this position. Evelynn harbored a perverse sort of delight taking Ahri from behind specifically. Missed her vixen’s lovely visage certainly, but could recall it with such ease that though a visual confirmation was appreciated, it was far from necessary.

Those effulgent eyes, blue or gold it didn’t matter. What mattered was the desire gazing back at her, mirroring her own. Perfectly groomed brows - Ahri always favored a softer look than the aggressive arches Evelynn typically went for - but she liked the difference. Liked both the comparison and contrast when they were side by side, equally flawless, but with their own unparalleled twists. The whiskers. Such a unique look. Had seen the same on a legion of fangirls and cosplayers by now, but it never looked quite the same. And of course, those pouty lips that were no less full than her own. Could write a whole song about them if she didn't promise to keep it on the down-low. Liked the feel of them against her own. Around her cock. Over every inch of her skin.

But much as she lamented the attention that sofa was getting from Ahri’s lips, there was a good reason why she was willing to part with them. For now. Because there was nothing more fundamental, more primitive, more raw than this. And oh, she had tried it all of course. Kama Sutra? She didn’t write it, but if she did, it would have sold way more copies.

“Taking me so well,” she offered in turn, flaunting her lower registers. Because like this, taking her was all Ahri could do. Could scrabble at expensive leather. Test her fangs against the same. Moan and whine and fan Evelynn’s flame with her full range of immensely satisfying perverse notes. But couldn’t dictate. Could barely attempt to match the hard-driving tempo Evelynn set, those desperate motions augmenting, but never contradicting. “So good for me, darling.” There were more obvious parallels to be drawn here as well, with how she was railing Ahri in the same fashion deeply embedded in the gumiho's bloodline. But there was no attempt to humiliate, no reminder of the same. She didn’t care for those doltish analogies - Ahri was so, so much more. Rather, she just liked how depraved this was. A direct collation to those days before fire, before televisions and other forms of entertainment. That time when mankind and what lurked in the shadows behind them had nothing to amuse themselves with but sex, but rutting. All instincts. No logic. No reason. Just taking and claiming and possessing.

Her breath grew ragged, heart rate a spiraling menace. Her roughened vocals delivered an ever increasing stream of groans and murmurs about how good Ahri felt. Praise and appreciation and undisguised cupidity. Growling about how Ahri was hers. Panting the same. There was no competition, but she couldn’t help herself. Blame her demonic nature, or perhaps, pin it on the fact that while shadow always retreated in the presence of bright light, it also could never seem to stay away. Always inched forward the second light might flick away. Clingy. Desirous. Absolutely needy in the same way she could feel her core tightening, her hips jolting, her nails near cutting into skin and her cock pounding so hard that she could hardly focus on anything but chasing after her own satisfaction. On driving forward, in an frantic but steady pattern. Muscle memory circled her hips rather than any conscious attempt at the same.

Close. Blazing golds raked down the naked back, the dimple of spine, up along those fine tresses disturbed by her own heaving motions. Evelynn had to remind herself again and again to keep herself in check. To not shred her beloved into ribbons like her other prey. A constant temptation that tested her already frayed control, one that would never ever truly go away, but one she had reined in with an iron grip for her entire dalliance with Ahri to date, and would continue to do so until the sun might burn itself out. Perhaps that contributed to the aggression pouring off of her, the brandished need and naked want. Because Ahri was prey, only Evelynn would never. Not today. Not tomorrow. Caged her impulses in the name of love and - heh, was it considered romantic not to kill in the name of love now?

Couldn’t say, because Ahri completely sundered all of her thoughts. “Ahri,” she gasped, the metallic blue of her eyelids displayed as she couldn’t help but close her eyes to savor. Removed that sense to perceive more vividly with the remainder. Because there was nothing, nothing, like Ahri coming on her cock, contracting in tight pulses of pleasure that made her breath hitch and her nails carve fresh bruises into those pliant hips. The intensely pleasurable convulsions threatened to pull her own release from her, and, if not for just how tight that vice-like grip was, might have succeeded in doing so.

“Fuck your games.” She offered with cutting simplicity, tension evident in the prominence of her jugulars and her uneven breathing. Took pleasure in Ahri’s pleasure, so much so that she felt well past the boiling point. The rigid shaft that remained inside throughout vented its complaints in needy throbs. A hand fell forward to brace against the sofa, on the verge of shoving Ahri back down--

Ding- The elevator sounded. A corridor down. One to two minutes depending on stride length.

Click. Click. Resonate. Sharp. A dancer’s rhythm. Another set must have accompanied, but silent like the good ninja she was. Voices. Muffled. All of it should have been inaudible given the studio’s incredibly good sound proofing, but supernatural hearing had its advantages.

“You have got to be kidding me-” Evelynn cursed, tousling her sweat-slickened bangs with enough exasperation to flatten a small nation. Pulled out - growling her upset at the cold air washing over herself, acclimatized to heat and wet and wanting ever more.

“Forty seconds,” she cautioned. Unnecessarily. Ahri must have known the layout of this studio like the back of her hand. Lashers assisted in gathering bits and pieces of clothing, whipping about in a clear demonstration of her agitation. Rolled all the discarded pieces into some vaguely ball-shaped formation. Unusual, as she usually took far better care of her expensive whatevers, but Ahri should consider it a mercy that in her ire, she didn’t just serrate everything into bits and pieces and left them to rain down when their flatmates would inevitably make their entrance.

A glimpse at the couch. Urg. The clear strands weren’t that obvious on white but… Uncaring if she might offend her love or not, she grabbed a fistful of snow-white fur and used it as a makeshift towel. Worked surprisingly well, actually. “My room. Yours. I don’t care. You are not greeting them. Now.” Barked out demands rapid-fire, the stress from the ticking clock compounded by her paper-thin patience. Wouldn’t have cared personally. But Ahri was considerate, a good flatmate through and through. And why that meant Evelynn cared enough to scamper was something she would never dignify in words.

A final sweep of her gaze. Not bad. No clothing in view. The sofa nice and clean. And, other than a rather suspicious scent that lingered, she really outdid herself.

Deserved a reward, maybe. Keen on collecting too. Because fuck, she was still hard.

sorayeon · May 3, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Ahri’s dark lashes fluttered as the powerful wave of pleasure receded into quick aftershocks, miniature quakes after a tsunami. Her thighs were both uncomfortably sticky and absolutely decadent. Even when Evelynn fucked her through those, building up rapidly to the next plunge, she could only mindlessly offer unintelligible words of encouragement. She never stopped moving, grinding and arching her back beautifully to take it all willingly, happily. Bit her tongue because she thought to say glad to know you still pay attention, because Evelynn didn't need that kind of energy right now. She was riding high on cloud nine, but the chance to be left - left wanting.. loomed on the horizon.

The pain was sharper without the haze of pleasure blanketing her senses. Ahri was more aware of the spots of dark muddled purple being imprinted onto her hips, hard enough, perhaps, to print onto bone beneath the flesh. Another thrilling thought. A thought that sent another shudder through her, her cunt squeezing down in response. Always, always encouraging. There was no bite or snark to it now, simply praise which she was so very good at. Melting under Evelynn's grasp, biting back gasps when her sensitive nipples brushed against leather with every forward motion. Some of her tails flitted around Eve like annoying birds, and just as cautious. Like they knew any sudden movement might make her feral lover snap.

"What- mm, what did the games do to deserve that?" Ahri murmured between quick breaths. Evelynn was getting close, the gumiho knew this well before Eve had said as much. The way she pounded relentlessly between her dripping folds, the thick heat thudding like an extra heartbeat that resonated all the way to her furry ears. Ahri didn't need to do anything. She was already there, served on a silver platter, waiting for the white-hot gush of pleasure, inside, on her back, on the sofa- her breath stuttered, faltering in her pace briefly as she ripped a long hole down the furniture.

Evelynn had stopped. Ahri's teeth were bared at the closed door. Because she heard the voices first before the steps, and in her heightened state, smelled her girls well before the elevator opened. Akali never wore perfume, ever only dabbed cologne on her wrists when she had to. She smelled of a different sort of sweat, sticky from a harsh workout or a warm bed on a rainy day. Comforting. Kai'sa was of a different sort, soft in her own way, the symbiote muted her scent unnecessarily. Elegant and earthy, sweet with a bit of spice. They were chatting about their shopping, eagerly exchanging fun anecdotes, and laughing without a care.

Ahri's heart swelled full to bursting. Sympathetic to Evelynn, but filled with so much adoration for her girls, she hadn't heard Evelynn at first, but the growl brought her back to their reality. "Really?" It wasn't truly a question, and it was filled with curiosity. She wasn't being derisive at all. The nature of their relationship was not a secret. It was a loud and proud through-the-megaphone fact. They practiced some modesty, but it was very unlike Evelynn to stop mid-stroke to actually, well, practice it. Ahri watched with a lazy gaze as their clothing was balled up and chucked someplace dark, and watched with a mildly offended stare as her tails were used as little more than a disposable rag.

But she was unmoving. To say she was unbothered was putting it simply.

Ahri was busy luxuriating. She felt as if she’d been dropped right into a tub of hot, bubbly water. Her fingers ran right over the shredded fabric curiously, wondering if it would be an easy fix after all. The rest of her body was recovering slowly, her knees having fully buckled against the couch, finally defeated after a valiant fight. Cool sweat prickled dry on her skin and she was constantly brushing the hair from her eyes. Fifteen seconds, Kai'sa was showing Akali something sharp and expensive. Ahri was curious as she usually was. She took this opportunity to stretch her legs out, shaking the cramps and needles out. Like she had all the time in the world. Nevertheless, she was standing, listening.

Akali cursed outside the door as her keys jangled merrily to the floor. Kai'sa laughed, a rich peal that had Ahri's ears perking up. "It's so rude of us to just leave, you know." The gumiho finally sighed before slipping around the couch to pick the abandoned controller up and setting it on the table and snatching up her phone. She took languid steps toward Evelynn, tapping away at her screen, scrolling through pictures from their group chats, not quite ignoring Evelynn but giving her as much attention as she had when her beloved had first walked on through.

Her tails morphed into one as the tip of it brushed beneath the impatient Siren's chin. "Yours," she said softly, placing both hands against Evelynn's chest and stealing a quick, messy kiss. The door clicked open and Akali's loud call and sudden exclamation had Ahri's cheeks dimpling as she took Evelynn by the hand, her thumb brushing against her wrist, running over her pulse as she lead them into the dark.

FFB6C1 x C3D8E4

ƒeral · May 3, 2022

⦊ 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔪𝔢, 𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔬𝔡𝔶 𝔠𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔰 ⦉

“You,” she rounded on Ahri as soon as the door to Ahri's room closed, erasing the distance between their bodies and pinning her lover against much cooler wood. The heat of Evelynn’s frame offered solace, and besides, Ahri practically had a portable blanket fort in the shape of tails to keep herself warm. “Who was it that said, ‘Eve, don’t spook our little human, and the other one too.’” Not an exact quotation, but she got the point across. Their relationship was far from a secret, but last time she checked, Ahri most definitely requested that she show some levels of discretion, demonstrate an appropriate degree of restraint. And Evelynn had heeded that request, as much as it almost killed her to interrupt her crescendo-ing pleasure like that. Exercised consideration and exhibited humanity for Ahri, only for Ahri.

And?

“If you wanted me to show you off, you only had to ask, darling.” Mouthed up and down her lover’s throat, smudging lipstick into an ever increasing mess, retracing her own tracks with a perverse sort of satisfaction. Didn't bite, but angled herself in such a way that Ahri would doubtlessly feel the drag of her fangs like an unvoiced threat. The Siren pressed her gumiho firmer into the door, her naked and prominent want tracking a combination of fluids along a toned stomach. Not quite broaching the issue yet, she was sore about the interruption and wanted to revitalize the mood first. “I wouldn’t share though,” a husky proclamation, underlined with a press of her fangs, “not today.” Lapped a wet trail up until she nibbled upon Ahri’s jaw. Fingers traced along the same, grasping chin with no intention to seize, but simply to frame, to sate an urge for more contact before she leaned in and captured those lips with hers.

Her lashers rose up behind her like a twin-headed hydra, casting quite the foreboding shadow over the both of them. “Today,” a single word snuck in between a lapse in the connection of their lips, “you are,” another kiss, lips and tongue and want that burned more acutely from the brief interlude, “all mine.” A huff, a nip, a kiss that was equal parts panting breath and equal parts like she was trying to mold Ahri into the wooden grain.

Her free hand did not remain idle either, tracing up along the curve of hips, waist, up to cup a breast, squeezing. Down again, over the small of back, brushing over the base of tails, everywhere and anywhere all at once in her quest to stake her claims. “Shall I hold you down like this? Make you sing out loud enough that they go on another little shopping trip?” Those golden eyes leered, desirous and impatient. “Or shall I stretch you over your bed,” ever one for creature comforts, even in this, “fill your mouth with one of my lashers and muffle your whimpers.” One of those lashers volunteered, not quite prodding into Ahri’s mouth just yet, but tracing along her throat, her jawline, lingering close. Both of those options seemed to excite Evelynn just as much, if that uncompromising hardness pressed up against Ahri was anything to judge by.

“I want you to tell me how you want it, love. How you want me to ruin you. I want you to say it.”

sorayeon · May 4, 2022

[ feeding frenzy in my brain ]

Ahri was all innocent smiles and smoky lashes. Even naked, she exuded confidence. The world was her oyster, her pearl. Nothing would shake her, not even the blazing heat pressed right against her chest. This was what she had been missing - the solid warmth, the faintest beat of a heart, or a soul. Evelynn was right there, and out of everything she could have been, she chose the human form. With soft skin and shapely curves, two bright eyes lined with black and pastel lilac locks. Ahri looked upon her lover’s form and did not tremble.

“I didn’t say a thing,” Ahri blinked politely. Her hands had already found purchase on Evelynn’s body, running the backs of her knuckles up and down, splaying her fingers across her flat belly, and delighting in the soft hint of muscle there. “I was under the impression that nothing would stop you, baby, but it’s so good of you to think of our girls before yourself.” Not only that, but it was strangely quiet outside, the hushed whispers and nervous laughter no longer pinging her ears. She could only guess at what the two mischief-makers were up to, only knowing that they hadn't left their apartment yet.

She pretended to turn her head to catch a hint of the pair beyond the doors, her underlying motive plain enough - offering open, unrestricted access to her throat. Eve’s marks from their first dalliance were but fading smears of subtle pinkish-blue. “We show off all the time,” Ahri curled a fist in Evelynn’s hair, gently guiding those wonderful fangs to the softest parts, where the bite - the thought - of pain had her squeezing her legs together. Eve liked to skirt on the edge, her fangs barely a paper's edge away from sinking into her jugular. “Not today? How interest- mmnn..”

The kiss cut off the rest of her sentence, but Ahri wasn’t deterred.

She liked that Evelynn was possessive. She liked to show off marks like jewelry, an accessory made just for her, a prize squabbled over. But it was hers. Evelynn was hers. The wall made it easy for her to sink back, basking in all the attention Evelynn was giving her. Her room was not pitch black, but the window curtains were also drawn and only the pulsing blue holo of her alarm clock cut through the mild dark. Evelynn was persistent though, injecting perverse thoughts - not that she hasn't run through multiple positions already - and riling her up again.

Ahri simply ran her tongue across her lower lip, she didn't know when she'd bitten it only that there was a sudden throb of hurt that wasn't there before. Why not both, the greedy gumiho might have challenged. Right then, before she could start forming those words, a memory sparked, and she almost grinned at how easy it was. “You may have eaten, but I'm still starving.” It was a low blow, but one Evelynn might appreciate - though judging by the looming, prodding lashers, as agitated as their owner, her shadowy lover may not be in the mood.

“I’ve said it before and I will say it again.” She gently pried Evelynn’s hands from their wandering, her fingers flitting from wrist to shoulder with a fleeting touch. She traced the stark bone of her collar, trailing between Evelynn’s breasts, and briefly toyed with the idea of stopping for a moment. But there was a far more insistent issue making itself known, sulking against her stomach. So her fingertips moved lower, blunted nails dragging thin white lines down across the slope of Evelynn’s hips, over her waist, and lower. Her palm landed at the root, the base, fingers curling around the thick length.

"Let me help you." Ahri's eyes smoldered. "Please?"

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