[That pulse of mana was a welcome warmth despite the summer evening; Kaede drew it into herself eagerly--hungrily, even. She could feel it, a wild energy straining at its tether. And at first, Kaede started to stifle it as she usually did during the Moonrise. But this time, it was...different. The wrong time, and with her Bonded. Unless...unless it had come from her...?
Oh.
Kaede broke the kiss, her clawed hand still curled closely against the Witch. There was no discomfort in the Bond, no lingering worries. Just a fleeting concern—and a question.]
Are you sure?
[Her voice was raspier, a step closer to a growl. Her gaze was sharper, more predatory—but clear.]
As sure as I could ever be. I love every part of you... and I want those parts of you, too.
[ It was slightly dangerous, of course, to play with those energies, to inspire them the way she was, but of course that look in Kaede's eyes just made her that much more certain. She wanted this, almost desperately. She had for some time... ]
[For a moment, something soft and wobbly came through the Bond. Chariot wasn't frightened of her claws, the teeth, the horns. She wasn't afraid of her, and all that entailed. Kaede didn't smile again, but there was a softness around her eyes and a gentle puff of her feathers.
Then, with that assurance, she let the tether loose.
That hinted-at growl started in her chest in earnest, softened with a purr that vibrated through the press of their bodies. While she still had a mind to, Kaede lifted her other hand from its twining in Chariot's hair to take the bottle away and nestle it against the tree. Wouldn't do to spill that.
The only warning after that was her grip shifting to get a secure hold on Chariot's back and shoulder before Kaede sat up away from the bark digging into her back, pressing against the Witch in an assertive challenge instead of a submissive recline. She brought her leg up between the other woman's own, pushing her down at the same time so Chariot could grind against her thigh. And Kaede leaned forwards again—not to kiss, but to finish the work her nip had started at the join between her lover's neck and shoulder.
She was careful, but methodical, pressing in with her teeth and lapping the bite marks by turns. She extended the mark, just a little—just to where a bruise could peek out over a shirt collar. And all the while she purred like a contented engine, he sound felt as much as heard.]
[ Chariot felt that thrill run through her, building steadily to a crescendo still out on the horizon, still beyond but within sight. Kaede shifted Chariot about but it was more than welcome, to feel Kaede's courage and desires mix, bloom into each other, find that strength to seek out her pleasure. Chariot rolled her hips against Kaede's leg, but she also leaned more into her bite... ]
Mords-moi... comme ça... réclamez-moi!
[ She didn't just want a little bruise... she wanted something permanent, something that would show forever to whom she belonged to. It had been on her mind since that day at the library underground...
[Though the sound of the words was strange to her, the meaning behind them was anything but. Kaede's purring turned raspier as she shifted gears, deepening to a possessive growl. Hers. Hers. She inhaled sharply as Chariot moved, shivering a little at the shared pleasure cycling through the Bond. She wanted her to keep doing that—she wanted her to be still. The Chimera's hands reflected this duality of wants; the one at Chariot's lower back pulling the Witch forward with each roll of her hips, the hand at the other woman's shoulders pressing her close and tight enough that the claws left welts.
Kaede's eagerness to please overran her worries entirely now; her teeth and jaws worked into proper bites, digging into the delicate skin with her fangs. Her mind barely paused for consideration between thought and action, chasing desires that were both Chariot's and her own. This was what Chariot wanted. And this, Kaede could deliver.
She could taste blood now, a few precious drops welling up beneath her sharp teeth. The Monster lapped at it greedily, the magic infusing the Witchblood tingling and sweet.]
[ Her second mark. Opposite of Fang's. From bonded, to lovers, to mated. In that moment, Chariot was fully and truly Kaede's, in every possible way. Her heart and body both belonged to her. All of those sensations, mixed with her feelings, formed something deeper, more profound. And just like it had with Fang...
It was enough to drive her to her peak, with such intensity it took her completely by shock, crying out not in pain but in utter bliss, as orgasmic energy echoed within the Bond, creating a symphony... ]
[One moment, all Kaede could think of was the iron-salt taste of blood in her mouth, the rush of unfiltered energy in those few precious drops. Then she felt Chariot's excitement skyrocket, sailing upwards like a firework let loose from its mortar. And like stars chained together before the flash, Kaede flew right after her, entwined by thought and feeling and the echoing roar of the Bond.
The shock of transitioning from the slow burn to the sudden climax made her back arch and her body shudder, from her heated core to the claws carving erratic scratches on Chariot's back. Kaede clutched her Bonded close, fangs driven deeper into the bite as she bucked her hips against nothing, and everything. Chariot's pleasure was her own, hers to accept and welcomed in.]
[ The motion almost felt secondary, tertiary even. The magic was vividly enveloping them both in waves of bliss, physically pulsing where it needed to, humming with energy, stirring up excitement. It had Chariot bucking against Kaede, sighing out her name, sighing out nothings in French, deliberately drowning in the other's lust.
She wouldn't be long. She could feel more orgasmic energy coiling inside of her, bouncing around in the bond wildly. She wanted to give herself over completely to Kaede, for her to take her as she pleased. ]
[Picking her mind out of the Bonded current was harder than Kaede thought. It was intoxicating as the Witchblood, immersing herself in Chariot's love and the arcing pleasures that jumped between them. Hearing her name whispered so gently, so soft—that helped. And that sliver of something unsated—that wasn't from the Bond, that was from her.
Kaede rolled her hips forwards, to finish herself off—but found no purchase, and her stifled cry transitioned to a rumbling growl. She pulled her sharp teeth from the bite, still licking away the precious drops of magic-sweetened blood.]
Not done. [The Chimera rasped into Chariot's neck, the words thick and heavy and Monstrous. That, and her grasp tensing were the only warnings before she lunged forwards, carrying the other woman down and pressing her back into the grass. She kept her thigh where it was pressed against Chariot's folds, and straddled the Witch's leg in turn. A moment's pause was all Kaede gave before she pulled Chariot upwards and pressed herself down at the same time, shuddering at the mingled pleasures.]
[ IT was a blissful shock to feel Kaede's strength and ferocity in that moment. Normally only Fang threw her around like this, so it was a new and wonderful thrill to feel it from Kaede. It had so much energy behind it, so much undeniable desire that roared in the Bond like a starved beast. It just made her touch that much more electric.
With their legs locked in place, all Chariot could do was roll her hips back against Kaede's, pinned by her lust. This was what it was like to be truly mated to her, to be hers in all ways. She called out Kaede's name again, but it was definitely not a whisper, this time. ]
[What Chariot had woken up, Kaede finally convinced herself to let free. No more restraints, no more hiding, no more denials of what she was. Not now. She liked hearing Chariot's voice like that. She loved that her touch could incite such ecstasy. And she loved that she could share it all with someone who loved her too, even the Monster. Especially the Monster.
Her feathers bristled like a hawk mantling its wings over the object of its attention, rumbling possessively as her teeth nipped at the unbroken skin near the mark. She matched the speed of the Witch's motions and overtook them, building to a fever pitch of her own.
It wasn't far behind; Chariot's climax had drawn her so close already, just a little more—
Kaede's muscles tensed as her back arched, and a harsh cry rasped openly out of her throat, rather than being hidden or muffled like before. The frenzied sparks building inside her burst out in an excited flurry, within herself and out into the Bond.]
[ Kaede was so beautiful, to her. Beast, human, person, she was just beautiful. And she was rarely so much so as she was while in bliss like that. Chariot couldn't let her eyes pinch closed. She wanted to watch, to see the sparkling wonder. Her magic made it that much more literal, surrounding them in a cloud of glowing dust and ephemeral feathers, burst from them both as the magic that had enhanced their sensations dispersed into the air, a finale to Shiny Chariot's 'show'... ]
[From the corners of her eyes, Kaede saw; a sparkling cloud surrounding them, glittering dust curling upwards like smoke. Stylized feathers too, less extraneous detail and more the shape their idea took. And Chariot's magic crackled in the air all around them, answering her question as the thought formed. It didn't stop Kaede's body shuddering in release, her breath rasping hot and ragged against the other woman's neck.
But there was a brightness to her eyes as she watched this too, a lightness where there had once been sullen nothing.]
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Oh.
Kaede broke the kiss, her clawed hand still curled closely against the Witch. There was no discomfort in the Bond, no lingering worries. Just a fleeting concern—and a question.]
Are you sure?
[Her voice was raspier, a step closer to a growl. Her gaze was sharper, more predatory—but clear.]
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[ It was slightly dangerous, of course, to play with those energies, to inspire them the way she was, but of course that look in Kaede's eyes just made her that much more certain. She wanted this, almost desperately. She had for some time... ]
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Then, with that assurance, she let the tether loose.
That hinted-at growl started in her chest in earnest, softened with a purr that vibrated through the press of their bodies. While she still had a mind to, Kaede lifted her other hand from its twining in Chariot's hair to take the bottle away and nestle it against the tree. Wouldn't do to spill that.
The only warning after that was her grip shifting to get a secure hold on Chariot's back and shoulder before Kaede sat up away from the bark digging into her back, pressing against the Witch in an assertive challenge instead of a submissive recline. She brought her leg up between the other woman's own, pushing her down at the same time so Chariot could grind against her thigh. And Kaede leaned forwards again—not to kiss, but to finish the work her nip had started at the join between her lover's neck and shoulder.
She was careful, but methodical, pressing in with her teeth and lapping the bite marks by turns. She extended the mark, just a little—just to where a bruise could peek out over a shirt collar. And all the while she purred like a contented engine, he sound felt as much as heard.]
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Mords-moi... comme ça... réclamez-moi!
[ She didn't just want a little bruise... she wanted something permanent, something that would show forever to whom she belonged to. It had been on her mind since that day at the library underground...
She wanted to be marked as Kaede's mate. ]
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Kaede's eagerness to please overran her worries entirely now; her teeth and jaws worked into proper bites, digging into the delicate skin with her fangs. Her mind barely paused for consideration between thought and action, chasing desires that were both Chariot's and her own. This was what Chariot wanted. And this, Kaede could deliver.
She could taste blood now, a few precious drops welling up beneath her sharp teeth. The Monster lapped at it greedily, the magic infusing the Witchblood tingling and sweet.]
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It was enough to drive her to her peak, with such intensity it took her completely by shock, crying out not in pain but in utter bliss, as orgasmic energy echoed within the Bond, creating a symphony... ]
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The shock of transitioning from the slow burn to the sudden climax made her back arch and her body shudder, from her heated core to the claws carving erratic scratches on Chariot's back. Kaede clutched her Bonded close, fangs driven deeper into the bite as she bucked her hips against nothing, and everything. Chariot's pleasure was her own, hers to accept and welcomed in.]
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She wouldn't be long. She could feel more orgasmic energy coiling inside of her, bouncing around in the bond wildly. She wanted to give herself over completely to Kaede, for her to take her as she pleased. ]
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Kaede rolled her hips forwards, to finish herself off—but found no purchase, and her stifled cry transitioned to a rumbling growl. She pulled her sharp teeth from the bite, still licking away the precious drops of magic-sweetened blood.]
Not done. [The Chimera rasped into Chariot's neck, the words thick and heavy and Monstrous. That, and her grasp tensing were the only warnings before she lunged forwards, carrying the other woman down and pressing her back into the grass. She kept her thigh where it was pressed against Chariot's folds, and straddled the Witch's leg in turn. A moment's pause was all Kaede gave before she pulled Chariot upwards and pressed herself down at the same time, shuddering at the mingled pleasures.]
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With their legs locked in place, all Chariot could do was roll her hips back against Kaede's, pinned by her lust. This was what it was like to be truly mated to her, to be hers in all ways. She called out Kaede's name again, but it was definitely not a whisper, this time. ]
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Her feathers bristled like a hawk mantling its wings over the object of its attention, rumbling possessively as her teeth nipped at the unbroken skin near the mark. She matched the speed of the Witch's motions and overtook them, building to a fever pitch of her own.
It wasn't far behind; Chariot's climax had drawn her so close already, just a little more—
Kaede's muscles tensed as her back arched, and a harsh cry rasped openly out of her throat, rather than being hidden or muffled like before. The frenzied sparks building inside her burst out in an excited flurry, within herself and out into the Bond.]
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But there was a brightness to her eyes as she watched this too, a lightness where there had once been sullen nothing.]