redhairedknight | Texts from Last Night continuation

[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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