redhairedknight | Texts from Last Night continuation

Aah~! [Okay, that one hurt. She loves it when Mirajane gets like this - aggressive enough to take control from Erza, of all people, but playful enough that she has nothing to seriously worry about. That last slap made it clear that the barmaid means business, so Erza figures that she can make a small concession.]

Please forgive me, Mir-- [She pauses, as if physically trying to drag the word out.] ...Mistress. I don't know what came over me. [Given how often they do this, calling Mira by that title is nowhere near as embarrassing as it used to be, but she enjoys playing it up all the same.]

[ Mirajane wriggles and squirms on Erza's back at the sound of 'mistress'. Hearing that word from Erza's lips is like honey to her. There aren't many things more sweet than that, no matter how many times she hears it. ]

Oh, but you still aren't crying. Just a single tear, is all I want. That shriek, though...that was nice.

[ In Mirajane's world, this is her idea of a nice, romantic situation. This is no different to flirting as far as she is concerned, even if it tends to result in more bruising and tears than normal flirting.

Mira takes Erza's hair in her hands and digs her heels into the woman's sides, as though she is riding a horse. ]

Come now, Erza. We have things to do. Just a bit of crying and I'll let you loose.

[Feeling Mirajane squirm against her puts a smile on Erza's face. She loves the feeling that, even in a situation like this, it only takes a few words to get a reaction out of Mira.

This smile lasts for about three seconds before Mirajane grabs her hair and digs her heels in, causing Erza's back to arch and her mouth to shoot open. She lets out a gasp at Mirajane's sudden actions, surprised but eager for more.]

Mistress, please! Let me go~! [She had intended for that to come across as demanding, but instead, it came out as desperate. She figures that if Mira's waiting for her to cry, they'll be here a while - her eyes are watering from the pain and pleasure, but she feels pretty confident that her rival won't count that as a true victory.]

[While she could stop there, she feels the need to say what they're both thinking, even if further punishment is inevitable as a result. Even if she's panting a bit, she feels the need to get this out in the open.]

...I know... you wouldn't be satisfied... with a single tear anyway. You want me begging or sobbing, right? [Erza's confident in her own ability to keep that from happening, but she knows that's the sort of image that Mira would love.]

Edited 2017-06-19 23:05 (UTC)

Oh!

[ Mirajane lets out a pleased squeal. Hearing Erza's desperation and her practically begging for more has Mira giddy. What has her well beyond giddy is the mental image of Erza sobbing. Erza is certainly correct now. ]

You're terrible. Dirty. Filthy. How can you say something like that to your mistress?

[ Her hand won't do for this. Mirajane summons a riding crop and whips Erza's rear several times over. ]

Your priority should be to satisfy me, isn't it? So you should be ready to sob.

Oh, gods!

[Sitting down might be difficult for the next little bit, though Erza actually sounds like she's enjoying this punishment.

To an onlooker, this would seem odd, especially given Erza's usual personality. However, after being so strict and stern for so long, submitting to someone else makes for a nice change of pace as long as they can both take pleasure from it. Mira's efforts have certainly helped with changing her mindset.]

I'd love nothing more than to please you, Mistress... It's just... something like this takes time. [She tugs on the handcuffs to no avail - they're still tightly latched to the bed.]

[ Mira leans forward to wrap her arms around Erza's head. Her breasts press against the back of it and she gently stroke's Erza's cheek. ]

Oh, Erza. I have all the time in the world for you. Just the thought of seeing you cry is enough to keep me going forever.

[ She isn't just about the abuse. Here, right and now, Erza is hers and she will treat her as such, which includes this perverse sort of sweet talking. ]

Say that again for me. The part about how you'd love nothing more...

[Erza leans into that stroke, nuzzling against Mira's hand.]

You heard me the first time. Still, there's nothing I want more right now than to make you happy. [She lets out a small sigh, content despite currently being chained to a bed and ridden like a horse.] Part of me wishes we could stay here forever, just the two of us.

[ Mira lets out a gasp. That is so sweet. Who knew Erza could be so romantic? It makes Mirajane want to double her efforts to be sweet herself, but unfortunately(?) for Erza, Mira's idea of 'sweet' is skewed.

She whispers into Erza's ear. ]

Just for being so sweet, I'll have to do something extra special for you. But I have to wonder just what that could be.

[Erza writhes against Mira's body as her mistress whispers to her. Ideas run through her mind for what Mirajane's idea of "something extra special" could be; whether it brings pleasure or pain could go either way, but she's looking forward to it.]

Thank you, mistress. Take as long as you need to think of something - I want it to be perfect.

[ Mirajane thinks for a long moment before leaning back to Erza's ear. She bites it, but after a few moments of that, she speaks up. ]

I know what I want. I want you...Erza, dig deep. Dig deep and tell me the worst, most horrible thing you want done to you. I'll use all the powers at my disposal to make you regret it.

[ Besides, there is no better punishment than forcing Erza to say something shameful at the expense of her dignity. Or what little she has left, given the current situation. ]

[She takes a moment to think back. When it comes to humiliation, it's tough to beat her time in Tartaros's torture chamber. While she's already chained up and naked, the thought of "what could have been" sticks in her head.]

Blindfold me. I can't move like this, and if I can't see either, then I can only listen, trying to picture what's to come. [This is already a pretty embarrassing situation, so might as well pile on top of it.]

Starting off safe and simple. How cute.

[ For most people, this wouldn't be mundane, but Mirajane is Mirajane. She poofs a blindfold into her hand and has Erza's eyes covered in no time. ]

Oh, but now...hmm, what am I to do? So many options. I should have made a list before coming.

[ Between the magics of the various demons she has taken over, her shapeshifting magic, and her various other miscellaneous magic, there is an almost endless list of things to pick from, some of which she is not sure are okay to whip out. She doesn't want to cross a line... ]

If only you weren't so innocent.

[It takes a bit for Erza to adjust to the lack of sight. It's almost thrilling, not knowing what Mirajane might do next. Or rather, not being able to see what Mirajane might do next - she rarely knew that sort of thing to begin with.]

I suppose we've got plenty of time for you to corrupt me.

[A smirk crosses Erza's face - at this point, she's either incredibly confident or hopelessly naive. Probably both.]

Do whatever you want - I can take it. [She trusts Mira to know how far she should go. Unlike the "can't make me cry" comment, she doesn't even regret saying that; Erza sees it as a potential learning experience at worst, or something new to try in the future otherwise.]

[ Mirajane stops everything she is doing. She sits on Erza's back unmoving for a long moment before breaking the silence. ]

...You can take it?

[ Mirajane takes that as a challenge of the highest order, to the point that it should be punished. She knows what she is going to do now, something she has been putting it off. But first she needs to leave Erza to stew in what she just said. Mira slides off; in the process, she scraps a claw along Erza's back and something like a tail hits her side. Erza should be able to tell Mira has transformed now.

But after her weight is off Erza's back, she is quiet. She is going to be silent for some time no matter what Erza may say. She wants to strike once Erza is most vulnerable--either desperate or lulled into thinking Mira left the room. For now, she watches. ]

[A shiver runs down Erza's spine as Mirajane's claw and tail brush against her. Now is where the real challenge begins, and that familiar mix of fear and exhilaration returns to her. She waits, trying to keep her guard up - any moment now, Mira could make her move.

Any moment...

...Erza doesn't have much patience when asking people simple questions, so she definitely doesn't have much patience for this. Shifting as best she can while handcuffed to the bed, she calls out.]

Mira? ...She'd better not have gone somewhere else and left me like this...

[That last part was murmured, but for anyone in the room, it's clearly audible.]

Edited 2017-09-30 00:22 (UTC)

[ Even ignoring Mirajane's Satan Soul, her magic comes in handy in these sorts of situations. All she has to do is use her time letting the confusion seep into Erza to decide just what she will do. No, she knows exactly what she wants to do--she needs to decide just how far to go.

But this is Erza. Erza said she could take it. Mirajane has little self control when things get to this point, so that challenge is enough to make whip out, in something of a literal sense, something she would have saved for another night of theirs. The only question in her mind is, 'how big?'.

As she mulls that over, she doesn't respond to Erza. There is no noise from Mirajane. There is no touch, saved for one: the feeling of something bulbous ever so slightly brushing against her entrance.

Her transformation magic is extremely useful for this and no one should be surprised she would use it. ]

[Erza tries to listen for any sign of Mirajane leaving the room, or working her way around it, but it's to no avail. Seconds feel like minutes, and it's almost a surprise when she feels that slight pressure between her legs.

Even from that, it's clear to Erza that this is something new - it doesn't feel like Mira's fingers or tail, let alone any of the toys they've used in the past. Her hips shift forward, trying to get a better feel for what this is.

One idea in particular crosses her mind for what this might be, and that alone has her feeling wetter at the thought of it. Gulping, she says two simple words - even in this state, the desire to be in control is still present.]

Do it.

You should say please.

[Mira sneers. With that, she inserts herself--the dick she shapeshifted--deep into Erza with one powerful thrust; this is magic and Mira is not one to underestimate Erza, so she created something over a foot long and two inches in diameter. She isn't going to hold back with this opportunity presented to her.

Mira lets out a breathy gasp as she feels what is an entirely alien sensation for the first time: the feeling of a penis tightly squeezed by the insides of her friend. She does nothing but let it rest in there for a moment so that she may bask in whatever reaction Erza has.]

Ooooohhhhhh!!!

[If anyone was in the surrounding rooms, they could definitely hear that through the walls. Erza's mouth is wide open, and her lips are quivering at the sensation of Mira's newly-created dick entering her body.

She's wet enough that it manages to slide in with little to no resistance. The thickness of Mira's shape-shifted penis is stretching her entrance to its limits, but the sheer length of it feels like it's going to split her in two. She had fantasized over the years about what this might be like, but now that she's actually experiencing the penetration, she found the descriptions that she read were underselling it.

She pulls on the handcuffs so hard that ruts are starting to be dug into the frame of the bed. Right now, she wants nothing more than for Mira to get these handcuffs off of her, throw her onto the bed, and ravish her until she's senseless.]

Oh, Mira... [When she finally regains enough of her thoughts to form a complete sentence, her voice is filled with lust and need.] How long... nnngh... How long were you going to keep this from me?

Edited 2017-12-13 12:57 (UTC)

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