Kumiko Arisugawa (hautegeisha) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-27 21:15:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-28, missy |
Relax, I won't kill you
Who: Kumiko, Missy, and vampire NPC
Where: Ann Arbor
When: Ass o'clock in the morning
Warning: Violence, sexual early on
To say that Kumiko was enjoying herself was putting it lightly. She had just walked out from some ritzy club with a handsome man by her side, one that was beyond taken with her. Kumiko loved it when the clients took her out and wanted to go beyond the simple bedroom at Ad Gustum. And a client who also happened to be Japanese! It reminded her of Katsuo for all of two seconds, but this vampire wasn't nearly as old. Giddy at the prospective, Kumiko even brought along her daddy's katana to prove how old school she was. Oh, the two of them wouldn't shut up about the old days in their native tongue. Was worth many strange looks in their direction, but she didn't mind.
As the two of them walked on back to his snazzy sports car down the dark street, the vampire kept leaning in to nip at her neck while a hand ran up her side, only to grope roughly at her clothed breast. "Someone's frisky," Kumiko raised a delicate eyebrow while purring out her words. She turned her head subtly, letting her earrings jingle in the motion of her head and stared on up at the vampire with a coy smile on her lips. It worked every time. Within seconds, he had her pinned up against a car - definitely not theirs, but fuck it, it was something to brace her against. Their lips met with intense fervor as his hands continued to explore her divine body. Kumiko in turn moaned for him, eating up the attention while tugging at his attire. Such a rush to have sex in public and at this hour, who was even going to know?
"I need you now," he groaned hard into her ear, his tongue running over her face as his lips trailed down her neck. Kumiko couldn't help but shiver against him, feeling his fangs scrap against her neck as if teasing her with the prospective of being bitten. He even lingered for a moment, waiting for the siren girl to beg for him until his fangs sunk hard into her tender flesh. Kumiko let out a sharp cry, one that was laced with desire, yearning for more. She clung onto his body as he fed, feeling him instantly react to her aphrodisiacal blood. "I'm all yours," she whimpered to him, paying attention to him and only him.
Maybe that was a bad idea in the long run.