[ Before this, and once his mind was clearer, she would get an answer in full. He had tried to see if they could leave Kyoto. If there was space on the trains before he sought Ayaka and Ayato out. But now, for all intents and purposes? They were stuck here for the time being, while the curse and Yokai came out to play at night. If he had it his way, if he were unaffected by the Sakumi Festival, he would have patrolled around the neighborhood, protecting the Kamisato Estate from would-be intruders.
But now...he was another beast. On the hunt. Having found his prey. The sweetest, most tempting of 'prey' as she indulges him, and he feels excitement stirring within his loins. Worries fade into the night. The world around them fades. The chill of the evening is forgotten as, in the white rabbit's own words,
"It's gotten warm..." ]
Yeah...
[ Her skirt was going up. Her scent was driving him mad. His breath was stolen away by her kisses, and for that, he was going to take something from her. He was going to follow these bestial desires, his lupine ears alert and his bushy tail wagging with anticipation as their lips part. He licks his lips to rid the glistening trail of spit that connects them, only to go right back in with a kiss to the corner of her mouth...then along her jawline. But it wasn't just lips she'd feel- soft and suckling. But the graze of teeth. The nip of sharpened fangs. Not to a razor point, but enough that when he reaches the point between her ear and jawline, he dips down just a little lower, burying his face in her neck, sniffing like a wild animal who'd found something they really liked.
His head was pounding. His heart was hammering wildly. His body was throbbing. His nails against her pantyhose-clad backside dig, squeezing as the points of his clawlike nails cause the thin material to be punctured.
Slowly but surely, they're starting to tear as he presses himself more flush against her. Forcing Ayaka more roughly up against the bars, holes small enough that she wouldn't just fall through, but enough that saw his hips rubbing against her with an insistent grind. ]
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But now...he was another beast. On the hunt. Having found his prey. The sweetest, most tempting of 'prey' as she indulges him, and he feels excitement stirring within his loins. Worries fade into the night. The world around them fades. The chill of the evening is forgotten as, in the white rabbit's own words,
"It's gotten warm..." ]
Yeah...
[ Her skirt was going up. Her scent was driving him mad. His breath was stolen away by her kisses, and for that, he was going to take something from her. He was going to follow these bestial desires, his lupine ears alert and his bushy tail wagging with anticipation as their lips part. He licks his lips to rid the glistening trail of spit that connects them, only to go right back in with a kiss to the corner of her mouth...then along her jawline. But it wasn't just lips she'd feel- soft and suckling. But the graze of teeth. The nip of sharpened fangs. Not to a razor point, but enough that when he reaches the point between her ear and jawline, he dips down just a little lower, burying his face in her neck, sniffing like a wild animal who'd found something they really liked.
His head was pounding. His heart was hammering wildly. His body was throbbing. His nails against her pantyhose-clad backside dig, squeezing as the points of his clawlike nails cause the thin material to be punctured.
Slowly but surely, they're starting to tear as he presses himself more flush against her. Forcing Ayaka more roughly up against the bars, holes small enough that she wouldn't just fall through, but enough that saw his hips rubbing against her with an insistent grind. ]