"Don't fight it," Turkey whispers against her heating skin, abusing the flesh with her teeth, tugging and pulling, her hand slipping further, fingers spreading her sex apart, the air feeling chilled compared to the heat she emits. "You still have a chance to tell me you want this before I prove you dead wrong." She chuckles, dragging her tongue across slick tan skin, the movement causing a gasp to rise from Egypt's throat. She refuses, she does not say a word, she opens her eyes and stares up at the other in a defiant stare, still so strong even as she is slowly consumed by the blood boiling feeling of a shameful lust. Turkey watches her for a moment and then grins, her features dark and domineering, parting her lips and whispering, her tone husky, "…Suit yourself". It is then she slides her fingers further, tucking them into the folds of the others sex and feeling them consumed in the thick, wet heat that has collected there, making her body flush and her throat bring forth a delightful moan. Her thumb joins her fingers, pressing into the flesh, slick, soaked with the wetness, the moist lubricant of sexual necessity.
A praise rises from her throat and a withheld sigh forcefully passes between Egypt's lips, her eyes shutting tightly, her brows furrowing together, making up for the lack of sound, for the moans that Turkey yearns so badly to hear. This is her reaction and gods be praised it is good enough for her. For right now she can watch her face contort and know she is winning this battle, that this dance has become her ground and she is now fully and utterly in charge. She moves her hand and watches the other arch her back, feeling her heat increase, slipping her fingers down into the center of her wetness and pushing forward, her eyes gazing past the confines of her mask, watching her lips part open in a delightful silent scream of pleasure, feeling her hands shake and dig into the cushions below them. Watching her, watching her react, watching her feel a passion only Turkey can draw forth.
She brings her thumb up and pushes down, searching for that brilliant nub of flesh, circling when she finds it, watching the other writhe and gasp, feeling her sex tighten down around her fingers, moving them and spreading them within her, enjoying the slick feeling of the heat coating her hand as she works the other, aiming to push her over the edge. Her voice spills forth, her own breaths catching, the lust of the moment affecting her, making her want to scream, lower the blade and touch herself, feeling her own fingers moving in tandem with her own inside her trembling lover below her. "You're so wet, so fucking wet," she moans, her voice limned with warmth, with heat, with power. "And it's all for me pretty, it's all because of me, because you know that now I know," she whispers, catching her breath. "I know you want this, I know you want me and from here on out you know what I can do to you, how I can move you, how with my control you thrive and warm and fuck, Egypt!" She growls, biting the skin of the others flesh sharply before pulling away, listening to the delightfully perfect cry that finally echoes from the others lungs.
"You have given in and now you will not be able to stop me. Every time I get near you your body will deceive you because past that fucking impassive stare of yours you want all of this!" she snaps. Egypt pants, her breasts rising and falling, the ornate ornaments around her neck shifting and falling about her flesh, her straight hair tangled, the sound of the jewels around her hips like a natural and lewd music.
"You'll never be able to stop me from having you!" Turkey declares, her breath forcefully passing from her lungs as her hand moves, thumb pressing down on that right spot, that spot right there andohgodfuckyesplease she watches Egypt's body squirm and arch violently upwards, her hips unconsciously rocking into her hand and finally that sound vibrates from the others throat. That deep, wanton moan that makes Turkey go dizzy for a moment, makes her head spin and her hand speed its actions, driving her forward, aiming to shove her, push her, trip her over that edge of resolve. "Yes," she whispers desperately, "Yes pretty." She moans as well, watching the other bite her lip, arch her head back into the colorful fabrics.
Egypt is not prone to begging, she is not used to needing someone so badly she would cry for it, but right now she cannot help it and she cannot fathom why her breaths and words claim this want, this need for release, the tension in her body screaming at her to let go and she in turn relays the message, hesitating but nonetheless letting those words pass her lips.
"Please," she moans.
"Please!" she begs.
And Turkey smirks, gods above she smirks, because she knows she has won this, that this is her victory. Listening to the others voice, her breaths, her cries of pleasure she stops her movements and slowly withdraws her hand from the addicting heat of the other, feeling the wetness trail outward, down her own fingers and slipping down onto her hand and wrist, and she listens still as the other lets out a strangled cry, the loss of her hand making her shake, tremble.
"No," Turkey replies, bringing her hand up and running her tongue along the sweet wetness of the other clinging to her fingers, mocking as Egypt's eyes search her face desperately, betrayal and shame in her amber gaze. Turkey stands and smiles down at her, withdrawing the blade like she did her fingers and turning, walking away from here, leaving Egypt there and grinning the entire way. She knows that leaving her will make things easier, that leaving her there will be beneficial no matter how much it pains how own needs to do so. She knows this is for the best and it sends a delightful shiver down her spine to know she has brought her to pleading voices and such beautiful desperation.
Turkey knows she has won.
And laying there, panting, her eyes hazed over, her chest rising and falling erratically, the heat between her legs wet, lingering, and unfulfilled, Egypt knows that she has been beaten not just by Turkey, but by herself.
THIS! Um, I don't know if I have the words! So much of this was so incredibly hot! And Turkey is a bitch! And I love her. And Egypt...poooooor Egypt!!!
I really adore them together, I think! No matter their form! XD
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REQUEST #1; [8/9]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-05 09:46 am (UTC)(link)A praise rises from her throat and a withheld sigh forcefully passes between Egypt's lips, her eyes shutting tightly, her brows furrowing together, making up for the lack of sound, for the moans that Turkey yearns so badly to hear. This is her reaction and gods be praised it is good enough for her. For right now she can watch her face contort and know she is winning this battle, that this dance has become her ground and she is now fully and utterly in charge. She moves her hand and watches the other arch her back, feeling her heat increase, slipping her fingers down into the center of her wetness and pushing forward, her eyes gazing past the confines of her mask, watching her lips part open in a delightful silent scream of pleasure, feeling her hands shake and dig into the cushions below them. Watching her, watching her react, watching her feel a passion only Turkey can draw forth.
She brings her thumb up and pushes down, searching for that brilliant nub of flesh, circling when she finds it, watching the other writhe and gasp, feeling her sex tighten down around her fingers, moving them and spreading them within her, enjoying the slick feeling of the heat coating her hand as she works the other, aiming to push her over the edge. Her voice spills forth, her own breaths catching, the lust of the moment affecting her, making her want to scream, lower the blade and touch herself, feeling her own fingers moving in tandem with her own inside her trembling lover below her. "You're so wet, so fucking wet," she moans, her voice limned with warmth, with heat, with power. "And it's all for me pretty, it's all because of me, because you know that now I know," she whispers, catching her breath. "I know you want this, I know you want me and from here on out you know what I can do to you, how I can move you, how with my control you thrive and warm and fuck, Egypt!" She growls, biting the skin of the others flesh sharply before pulling away, listening to the delightfully perfect cry that finally echoes from the others lungs.
"You have given in and now you will not be able to stop me. Every time I get near you your body will deceive you because past that fucking impassive stare of yours you want all of this!" she snaps. Egypt pants, her breasts rising and falling, the ornate ornaments around her neck shifting and falling about her flesh, her straight hair tangled, the sound of the jewels around her hips like a natural and lewd music.
REQUEST #1; [9/9]
(Anonymous) 2009-01-05 09:46 am (UTC)(link)Egypt is not prone to begging, she is not used to needing someone so badly she would cry for it, but right now she cannot help it and she cannot fathom why her breaths and words claim this want, this need for release, the tension in her body screaming at her to let go and she in turn relays the message, hesitating but nonetheless letting those words pass her lips.
"Please," she moans.
"Please!" she begs.
And Turkey smirks, gods above she smirks, because she knows she has won this, that this is her victory. Listening to the others voice, her breaths, her cries of pleasure she stops her movements and slowly withdraws her hand from the addicting heat of the other, feeling the wetness trail outward, down her own fingers and slipping down onto her hand and wrist, and she listens still as the other lets out a strangled cry, the loss of her hand making her shake, tremble.
REQUEST #1; [10/9] S.M.R.T!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-05 09:52 am (UTC)(link)Turkey knows she has won.
And laying there, panting, her eyes hazed over, her chest rising and falling erratically, the heat between her legs wet, lingering, and unfulfilled, Egypt knows that she has been beaten not just by Turkey, but by herself.
Re: REQUEST #1; [10/9] S.M.R.T!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-05 07:21 pm (UTC)(link)I really adore them together, I think! No matter their form! XD
Love the end, btw. Really fucking cruel!
Re: REQUEST #1; [10/9] S.M.R.T!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-05 09:54 pm (UTC)(link)never stop filling <33333
Re: REQUEST #1; [10/9] S.M.R.T!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-07 05:37 am (UTC)(link)Re: REQUEST #1; [10/9] S.M.R.T!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-28 01:00 am (UTC)(link)But seriously, this is definitely one of the best fills here.
Re: REQUEST #1; [10/9] S.M.R.T!
(Anonymous) 2009-01-28 02:03 am (UTC)(link)