yamaboshi | open ✩ monster horny on main intensifies

[ You know, one would expect things to be normal when things have somewhat calmed down in the country. In fact, that's probably one of the big reasons why it's a good chance to go ahead and visit, but of course she's unaware that this is a dire mistake right now.

But there is most certainly going to be a knock on his door, regardless of whatever his current state of mind is.

Certainly this is fine! ]

[Narrator voice: Unfortunately, everything was not fine.

What's even got him this riled up? Who knows. Who cares? That's not the point of this thread.

The knock at his door sends a jolt down his spine, everything registering so much more acutely than it otherwise would. The sound shoots like electricity through his nerves, almost painful.

There are few people that can be on the other side of that door, few people that would bother to give him the courtesy to knock. So even without knowing which of those dwindling options it is, he's certain he doesn't want to answer.

The last remnants of himself holding on before he loses himself to the painful delirium once again.

If he just ignores the knock, will his visitor leave? That seems like the best plan right now.

Unfortunately, what with that whole "not bothering to knock" thing, his door is also now in the state of being permanently unlocked. So. What do?]

[ Even though she doesn't know if he's in there or not, the fact that there's no answer gets her only to knock on the wood of the door once again, but a little louder this time. She hasn't exactly gone to check if the door's unlocked just yet, only making the decision to be nice.

For now, anyway.

Clearing her throat a bit she speaks up after she's done. ]

You're in there, aren't you? C'mon, you better not be sleeping...

[The noise is too much, it's too loud, he's too aware of every little noise and movement and—

Inaba.

Yes, knowing now who exactly is on the other side of the door means he can sense her that much more clearly, every impatient movement of those curves and even down to the frown forming on those lips—

It's taking everything he has not to get up, go over to that door, and pull her inside. With that vision in his head, now, he wants to, he so desperately wants to. But the minute he gives in is the minute he's gone for who even knows how long, and the minute he puts her in so much danger...

He intends, initially, to just stay silent. But out of desperation, he rasps out one simple word.]

Go...

[ He says to go, enough for her to hear it and that's immediately refuse to do just that. Maybe she's not exactly the strongest person in the world, but she knows one thing. She isn't just going to leave him alone if he really needs help.

Sure, it's a selfish choice of hers. But she could honestly care less right now.

Reaching towards the doorknob, she expects the result to be fruitless when she turns the knob. But it's unlocked and she easily pushes the door open all the way to see what exactly is happening here. ]

Rean? Are you alright?

[She won't see the familiar head of black hair or lilac eyes she might be accustomed to. Rean is certainly there, quivering and clutching at the edge of his seat with enough strength that his knuckles would be visibly stark white if not for his gloves.

Stark white, much like his hair now is. As he looks up at her, almost pleadingly, she'll notice that his irises are now gold and rimmed with an unearthly red, his sclera black as night. His pupils are slit like a cat's, and if she looks closely, she'll see wisps of some sort of dark aura surrounding him.]

[Unfortunately, that pleading look is that last warning she'll get. The moment he sets eyes upon her, the last few shreds of his resistance fall away, leaving the ogre inside him to do what it pleases. And oh, it knows exactly what it wants.

He moves unnaturally fast, enough that even if she were some kind of athlete she'd have trouble evading him. As it is, though, she'll quickly find her hand torn from that doorknob as he pulls her in, slamming the door shut behind her and promptly shoving her up against it.

He plants one hand firmly on the doorframe near her head, the other going for her chin to force it up toward him.

From there... well, it doesn't take much for him to claim her lips as his own. And with the force behind it, how deep he's already going despite it only being their lips involved for now, "claim" is absolutely the right word.]

[ Oh.

Well then. The moment she sees that pleading look in his eyes - how changed they are compared to how he looked like normally. And it doesn't help that she's observant enough to notice the dark aura that surrounds him. A tell tale sign that he was right to tell her to stay away.

But she isn't even given a single second to think about running, and even if she was an athlete (which, spoilers: she isn't) there's no way that she'd be able to match that unnatural speed of the ogre that easily comes close to her and pulls her right into the room.

For that moment, she's a little terrified, fear lancing through her entire body and settling in her bones. And she doesn't know what to expect, really. Maybe he's going to hurt her. If he told her to go, it's dangerous, isn't it? Yet she's left practically frozen, her dark brown eyes only able to stare up at him as he tilts her chin up to look directly at him.

And she worries about what he's about to do next, but soon enough he just steals his lips for his own, surprising her a little bit. Eyes grow wide in surprise as a soft noise escapes the back of her throat, startled by the force and how deep he's going this. She doesn't fight it. In fact, almost instinctively, Inaba leans into the kiss a little eagerly, almost quietly begging for more from him.

If he wants to claim her... he doesn't have to work hard for it. He already has her. ]

[He might not have to work hard, but Rean's never been one to go halfway with anything in his right mind. Like this? She'd better believe he's going all out.

If she's begging for more, then she'll get exactly what she wants. He wastes no time in darting his tongue out, forcing it past her lips if he has to... but he won't really have to, will he? So now it's just a matter of lashing their tongues together, an almost bestial growl coming from the back of his throat in place of what would normally be a needing moan.

The hand on her cheek drops down to her collar, gloved fingers teasing at what skin might be exposed.]

[ She definitely believes it, no question.

Of course Inaba isn't actually fighting him, fighting the ogre that's managed to take over Rean like this. Maybe it's a little selfish to just cave in so easily to this, to allow him to have his way with her and do whatever he pleased, but all rational thought has been thrown out the window.

Feeling his tongue tangled with her own when she easily parts her lips for him is enough to get her to let out sweet sounds in response to his own. The growl that he makes, while different is still a nice sound to her ears. One that she finds enjoying, strangely enough.

Not to mention that she also winds up shuddering at the touch of gloves against the skin there, her hands clenching slightly into fists against the door behind her. ]

[He growls a little more at her reactions, as if he's pleased by them.

He doesn't relent with his tongue in the slightest. He does move his hand away from her collar, trailing its way back up and tucking some hair behind her ear while he's at it, but it's not just to be a tease.

He's not pulling away from her, after all. No, he's pressing his body up against hers, grinding against her with a low noise that might be a distorted moan.

Even from this much, she'll be able to feel that he's rather hard already.]

[ That pleased sound of his, even if it's a growl? It's enough to make her heart race a little, if he can hear even that in the state that he's in.

And when he tucks a strand of hair behind her ear, her cheeks seem to flush a little bit. It's honestly kind of sweet, really, in a way. Even if he's like this now.

Feeling his body flush against her own makes her breath catch slightly in her throat and she can definitely feel him against her own and tell exactly what's going on here. It's enough for her to break away from the kiss for a second, sighing against him as she murmurs low: ]

Rean, please. . .

[He notices. Every beat of her heart makes his pound in time, every catch of her breath running as a shiver down his spine. He wants her – needs her. And he can tell she's feeling the same way about him.

Good. That makes this easy.

While he's a little less than pleased at having the kiss broken, he doesn't really do much of anything about it in particular. Instead, he seems to be reacting more to her words.

He sweeps her off her feet without a word in response. If he had to carry her in his normal state, he might have cradled her, treated her delicately – his experience is with actual princesses, after all. But this is more out of utility, because he's hauling her over to the nearest horizontal and vaguely soft surface. Looks like that's a couch, in this case.

Inaba will soon find herself with her back flat against the cushions. Rean partially straddles her, one knee inbetween her legs as the other supports his weight on the floor. From here, he's turning his attention to her top.

Does he have buttons to contend with, here?]

[ To be fair, it wasn't as if Inaba necessarily wanted to break the kiss, really. But sometimes, words are necessary.

And it's probably because of those words that she's suddenly swept off her feet, which elicits a rather surprised, high pitched yelp from her lips as she's quickly hauled on over from the door to the couch, not that she would have minded if he did decide to take her as she was like that.

It's when she lies down, back flat on the cushions that she lets out a sigh, staring into his eyes with a bit of a hazed over desire, bringing a free hand up to thread through his hair, if he'd allow her.

And as for her top? She's wearing a rather simple, black, round neck, sweater that exposes quite a bit of her neck and collarbone. Luckily for him, no buttons. ]

[Well, that's very good for Inaba, honestly, because there's a high chance Rean would have just gotten frustrated and torn the damn thing open. Patience, taking things slowly; those are things for people without otherworldly urges and a wildly enhanced sense of everything to deal with.

He'll allow her to thread a hand through his hair, even lowering himself down a little to assist her with it. Well, not entirely to assist her – he's lowering his mouth down to her neck, giving a strange, reverberating sort of grown at her touch before pressing his lips to her skin.

Lips at first. He quickly grows bored of just that, instead opting to bite ate her. His canines now are slightly pointed, but he doesn't bite down hard enough to actually injure. Just hard enough to make his presence known, and maybe even leave his mark.

As he does this, his hands travel south to the hem of her sweater, working it up her body.]

[ To be fair, she probably would not argue if he actually tore open her shirt, because that would be kind of appealing, actually? She knows what she wants, at least.

It's nice that he seems to let her do that though, because even if his hair has changed color, even if he's being controlled by something abnormal, he's still Rean, in the end.

Only when he presses her lips to her skin, groaning slightly at her touch that she lets out another noise needily, shuddering under his touch as she leans a little bit into it, craning her neck for him to give him a lot of an easier access there.

And she certainly won't stop his hands. ]

[Well, in that case...

See, he could pull away from this and get this sweater off from over her head? And that had initially been his plan. But the noises she's making are music to his ears, and the way he can feel the vibrations of her voice under his lips...

He doesn't want to let this go, not for even a second.

So that plan he had? To hell with it. Plans are mutable, and this fabric is nothing to his strength. Plan B, tearing the damn thing open, is a-go. And hell, once he's done with that, it's not really too much more effort to tear off her bra, too.

(Rean's going to owe her so much in clothing costs after this. Bras are not cheap.)

With those pesky things out of the way, his hands can get back to work. And they do, briefly, gloved thumbs teasing her nipples as his hands grab and caress the remainder of her breasts. But... mm.

Perhaps he will have to pull away from her neck, just for a moment.

Gripping one of his gloves inbetween those sharp teeth, he pulls it off his hand in one swift motion before tossing it to the side and returning to what he was doing, running his tongue along her neck and his now bare and calloused thumb against her nipple with another pleased growl. Even just the feeling in his hands is incredible...]

[ Let's just hope that Rean's day job pays the bills! Also: don't quit your day job.

But as we're pressing F for respects to Inaba's newly torn clothes, she's soon distracted by gloved hands working on her chest, teasing her as more sounds just manage to slip out from the back of her throat, her cheeks reddening in spite of herself and she has to cover her lips with a hand in order to hold herself back a little bit because she is absolutely flustered.

She can't deny that she's enjoying this, though, shivering with every little thing that he does to her. ]

[We can only hope.

He keeps up with his motions for a few moments more, caught up in the swirling rush of how intense everything feels. But when she moves a hand to cover her lips, he pulls back from her neck, narrowing his cat-slit eyes at her.]

D̟̬on'̱͘t̬̩͘.̮͚͈͇̼

[His voice almost seems to reverberate, in a way that's definitely not of this world. Not like anything about his changed appearance really is...]

L͍e͈ͅt̡͙̩ ̨̫̻͙̞̻̥m͏̯̣̟͍̪ę͉̮̲͓͖̲̯ ͉̹͚̣he̬̝̫̘͠a͕̠̪̱̠͘r̤͈̦ͅ...̻͚͎͇́

[ It's when she hears his voice that she finds herself caught off guard, swallowing hard. It's definitely different from how his voice sounds normally, but it's strangely a bit of a turn on for her.

But even then. ]

It's embarrassing, though...

[ She honestly shouldn't be resisting him when he's like this, but a part of her is admittedly curious as to what he would do if she continued to resist him just a little bit. ]

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[The response is swift, one hand moving to her shoulder to press hard against it and drive her further into the couch as the knee between her legs jerks upward to nudge against her down below.]

L̘͎̮ḛ͔̮̟̦̝͘t͕̻̜͈̙ ͓̝͈̬̠͟me̷̻̻̣̩ ͉͍̤h̬͈͍e̱̦͠a͢r͏ ̹̘͕ͅy̝͡ǫ̩ú̟͖͓.͇

[This is not a request.]

[ That was fast. Almost too fast, really, when he presses hard against her shoulder to push her into the couch. It's enough to make her heart almost skip a beat as she slowly lowers her hand back down to her side, allowing him to hear her more properly. ]

... Okay. You win, Rean. Do what you want.

[Good.

His mouth briefly twitches into something resembling a smile, but that's quick to vanish as he dives back down to where he once was.

Well, not quite. Now his oral affections are concentrated around her ear, nipping at the top and running his tongue along the outer ring until he reaches her earlobe. From there, he takes it between his teeth and tugs.

His one hand stays right where it is, but the other resumes its attention on her breast, taking her nipple between thumb and forefinger and rolling it just a little. His knee stays right where it is, too. If anything, it's pressing against her more intentionally now than ever.]

[ That smile of his, even as brief as it was - or if it was one to begin with is something that will definitely remain a mystery. At least for now.

But the suddenness of how he dips back down, lips close to the shell of her ear as he teases her there, running his tongue there, enough to send tingles down her spine and up again. Her lips part suddenly when he tugs at her earlobe with his slightly sharper teeth, making the cushions underneath her creak slightly when she mewls. It's definitely embarrassing and it colors her cheeks into a deep scarlet, but this is what he wanted to see, right?

To unravel her so easily that all she can think about is simply him and how she wants him to overwhelm her senses completely.

She doesn't regret this at all, even if Rean might.

Her hips roll slightly when she feels his knee right there, with a rather obvious intent at this point. And it's growing more and more difficult to think, so she just tugs at Rean's hair a little insistently. ]

[The sound he makes in response to feeling her roll against him is something akin to a short laugh, but it's all air, hot against her ear.

Yes. This is exactly what he wanted to see.

She's being insistent, but he's going to take exactly the amount of time he wants, thanks. These sensations, too, are overwhelming, but in a wonderful way. He could just undress them both and have his way with her, quick and dirty, but no.

He wants this to last. He wants to make her his, completely and unforgettably.

He moves his way down, planting kisses on her neck and her collarbone until finally he reaches the swell of her breast, and he doesn't stop until he's flicking his tongue across her swollen nipples, not bothering to be gentle or teasing.]

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he'll be a good boy for like. max 3 comments. including this one. have fun, inaban

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