Shenhe is truly in a class of her own
Really, you don't understand how others fall for her demure act.
Sure, the icy demeanor and cold calculated actions might lead one to believe her unyielding like a glacier, but just glancing at the elegant floral patterns etched into her clothing, exposing the skin covered with just sheer material revealed her hidden desire.
To be called out on this incongruence, taken, and
claimed. So, that is just what you do, of course.
After leaving her a note telling her to head to the red light district if she didn't want you to reveal her secret, you surprise her, pouncing from behind and firmly clamping a hand over her mouth. You kiss her ear, whispering
"Ah ah ah, Crane Lady - do stop squirming, or I'll be forced to tear these shimmery pants off and claim you right here...Not that you'd mind, I'm sure~"
A squeak exits her throat, and her squirms slacken. This, above all else, emboldens you immensely as you rub your chest against her back - after all, if she wanted to get loose, she could easily call down waves of ice and exorcising frost. This would be especially effective against a trickster kitsune like yourself, which an experienced disciple of the famous Cloud Retainer should easily recognize. Thus, you giggle, a musical lilt to your voice as your hands rove over her thighs, then her belly, then her chest... "
So~ Guide us to your room, why don't you?"
A few minutes later she unlocks her front door with shaky hands. You have since covered her shoulder with a cloak, and most would easily have believed that you were merely a sultry black-haired friend guiding her home, rather than a dastardly kidnapper holding her under duress.
You guide her in, and a stern tone enters your voice - still mostly playful, but an edge to it. "Good. Lock the door behind us. I don't want us to be interrupted while we're playing..~"
An almost infuriated growl builds in her throat, turning halfway into a chagrined groan, pink now firmly tinging her ears and cheeks. "Hehe, don't be so shy, ice flower~ Nobody's here except your tyrannical captor - and you have no reason to care for her opinions of you, right?"
As her shaky hands fiddle with the doorknob, you press her against the grainy oak, causing an alarmed yelp to slip from her lips.
"Unless, of course, you actually find yourself agreeing with my assessment of your slutty, desperate need to be claimed and tamed,"
You punctuate the two words with two firm gropes of the shuddering woman's rear, even as your nose is filled with cool air and pine needle scents wafting from her hair.
As soon as the lock clicks, your last bit shred of decorum is gone, and you firmly grab her arms, wrestling her over to the sofa. You can get to her bedroom and comfort later, for now you just need to turn this ice queen into a gasping puddle - you can't wait for her still somewhat frigid demeanor to turn glazed and fuzzy. A yelp of protest slips from her mouth as you tear the pathetically sheer lower half of her outfit in twain, bits falling off ragged left and right while other frayed fabric hangs on, exposing her nether lips. And goodness - if you wondered before, now you don't - the would-be frigid ice queen is practically glistening.
You practically tackle her onto the sofa, hungrily latching onto her cool, glossy lips while one hand slides between her hips. A desperate buck of her hips and an eager groan of approval has you smirk. "Now now, pet - you can't have your treats before obeying my commands, huh?~"
Oh, this is going to be fun...
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For my pick, hmmmm...
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