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(having the ability to imagine her target is a helpful tool. sometimes it could be straightforward, as easy as an arrow piercing them from somewhere ahead. others? it varied. it needed more calculations, more precision. for her capabilities, she's one of the best at that for a reason. ignoring common sense to let go of her attachments to the world, playing ignorant while also knowing at the same time what she should and shouldn't do.

play with her? she should have expected that from ages ago, or rather, quanxi knew that was a given. makima seemed proud of herself once she had the hybrid under her control. the bow devil. those who knew would call her by that designation of "bow", anyway. but quanxi doesn't transform. almost like she prefers to avoid that part of herself unless she had to pull the arrow. that arrow, which sat behind the eye patch she wears, behind a closed eye that she wouldn't open.

not here, anyway. the scent of her soap catches quanxi's attention more, the sight of makima entrapping her against the sofa. though quanxi says nothing, the taller woman seems to have gotten the idea quickly. by the rope and by makima's own words, she wanted to tie her up first. to play with her obedient doll and dog. why else would she push in her subtle way to ensure quanxi wasn't straying from the course that she set out for her?

there was no disobedience, not in her holding out her arms together. the fact she's quiet isn't going to be a surprise, they both know her well enough. quanxi wasn't chatty, it felt more like a waste to her these days after what she's dealt with. chitchat that only rarely, if ever, got a reaction from her that wasn't simple grunts or hums. or even the sight of her staring, this would be a lesson in restraint for the hybrid who often refuses to display it when it comes to her own wants.

there was a reason why some of her more....sinful endeavors, we'll say, were semi-public.)

[Even with the control she has over her, Quanxi lifts her wrists with this kind of immediate expectation that it makes Makima chuckle. Of course for her, this kind of request isn't so outlandish, is it?]

You're so eager. [As if she doesn't prefer that. Makima sits upright, reaching into the pocket of her robe to remove the rope, but her other hand presses for Quanxi to lean forward along with her.] Behind your back... I'm sure you'll want to be as handsy as you can, won't you?

[She's quiet, and Makima in turn is conversational. There's no heavy allure to her voice or murmur of a sexual, dirty style - it's her normal voice, spoken with the same cadence and tone she always uses with her. She doesn't need to bark orders or snap. No, not with anyone, and certainly not Quanxi. Makima begins to guide her hands behind her back and starts to wrap the middle section of the rope around her wrists, cinching her forearms together behind her.]

[Because of her postion and their respective heights, the way she tugs Quanxi forward does settle her face right against Makima's chest, but if she planned for this or even notices, it doesn't seem like she particularly cares.]

(it wasn't so outlandish, not the request. not the way that quanxi accepted it. the idea of her being tied up is unusual, both of them know she can snap the ropes with ease. eager? maybe it can come off as eager, the way that quanxi recognized that she shouldn't go against these subtle pushes.

that her head and body goes against the part of that would have denied it, that part of herself still buried down when she hums in response to what makima says about her. she would do that. be handsy, if her hands were restrained at the front then she might find a way around it without breaking the rope to pieces.)

It's obvious.

(no hint of this being sexually charged, no allure. honesty, maybe. but that it was missing sensuality might mean this would take longer to rile her up the way makima wanted. she doesn't resist, not the tug for her to lean forward into makima's body. to lay her head against her chest, like she was a prized position to be cradled while makima ties the nylon rope together. this might seem funny to those uninvolved in what's going on.

makima carting around quanxi who stands near six feet, on a leash or bound to her in some manner. but quanxi wouldn't have been fazed by that. just like now, where she maintains her obedient posture and more than that. now where she breathes in makima's scent from their closeness. her head typically is swimming from it, making it harder to think. about anything except her when she does this.

whether she planned this or not, quanxi says nothing nor mentions it to her. it's better to accept it.)

[There's no fun in a situation that's too easy. The allure of the chase is just as important as the eventual conquering. It's not the destination, it's the journey - or something like that, but Makima would put them on equal standing, not one over the other.]

[After all, the satisfaction she feels standing over Quanxi is hard to compare to the excitement of watching her barter for her life.]

[The strongest devil hunter could easily break free of nylon cord that Makima purchased a week ago at a home goods store. The first hunter could easily overpower her physically - she's a devil and thus her prey, right? But as Makima leans back and wraps the rope over her shoulders, the idea of Quanxi doing anything like that doesn't even occur to her. Maybe by mistake, like when her puppies are so excited they start barking loudly while Makima is attaching their leashes. But it's not in an attempt to fight or scare. Just joy, happiness. Excitement.]

Maybe I'll let you try this one day with me. [It could be fun, letting her play the devil hunter roping up her target. Then their roles falling away, the devil whispering that she had done so well. She tugs on the rope as she crosses it over her chest and knots them tight before continuing.]

[She's tracing a pattern, creating divots in her skin and wrinkles in her shirt. She could have undressed her first but she looks good in a collared shirt, looks good when she's nice and dressed up. She wraps the rope around Quanxi's chest and crosses them at her center before leaning in close again to go around her back.]

Is that too tight? Or do you want it tighter?

(she did try to barter, if not for herself, then her girls. she could have taken dying if it meant they lived, alas, she wasn't allowed that much. the bargain failed, but makima got what she wanted most of the exchange. quanxi. quanxi who knows what she's facing. a devil, an actual devil. one that hides among humanity while many had no idea what was going on from her. that quanxi knew from their meeting should suggest something, but she didn't say a word.

she left public safety not long after, never to be found again in japan. she went instead, back to the mainland. it wasn't like that she was welcomed in general by most people, being multiple things that they hate meant quanxi is isolated. though she doesn't think about it, not about breaking these ropes or hurting the other woman. they both know she isn't that sort of person who likes hurting women.

quanxi wouldn't have tried to ask power to let go of her girlfriend she was holding if she did want to hurt her. would makima really allow that? that's something quanxi thinks to herself briefly, she has the feeling she might not unless the time was right. that wouldn't surprise her. though little surprises her, enough that the hybrid rests comfortably while the patterns are tied together along the fabric of her dress shirt.

shibari, she recognizes it. pingtsi mentioned it before while talking about some or other she wanted to try solo with her. maybe it came up in conversation at one point instead, she couldn't remember. couldn't bring herself to while feeling makima's fingers tracing along the fabric of her shirt. she did look good, didn't she? even back then, quanxi pulled off the suit and tie look without trying. it fits her too well, dressing like this, with a bit of masculine flair.

it's perfect, isn't it? for her to be tied up while dressed, unable to feel her body properly. unable to feel the heat from makima in full, her hands against her skin. it would be a torture in itself to not be completely bare.)

It's fine.

["It's fine." So easy to please. But it's not like Quanxi would fight against her at this point - The very fact that she's seated so patiently under her is proof enough of that.]

[Makima is diligent and attentive as she trusses her up. Her fingers move carefully to wrap the rope around her body and around itself, painting fresh patterns and neat designs over the folds of her white shirt. The stiff cotton bends and wrinkles neatly and when Makima finally settles back, the black contrasts so nicely to her eye that she can't help but smile.]

You're so patient for me. I'll have to reward you.

[She says it as she removes something from the other pocket, her knee finally falling off the couch so she can stand up straight. The red collar she removes is brand new, the leather fresh and tight. She hasn't worked it soft yet, hasn't had anyone else to wear it in. Holding it flat in her hands, she motions with her chin for Quanxi to move.]

Knees.

(the deep black of her eye follows makima's movements, quiet as ever. her responses were given when asked, but otherwise she's behaving. there's no need not to, she's wrapped up in that spell makima had on her. the black nylon isn't uncomfortable, her wrists were fine behind her back despite them being tied together. it'll leave marks from the ropes, but that's nothing that won't heal quick. her body is good for that, even if she would need some blood again.

though she muses, makima knows that. she's known for a while now, if she wanted to do anything more with scratching her back up raw then she can give her blood. maybe not her blood, but blood nonetheless. even if this is a start to things shifting further, something quanxi can't deny she's curious about while playing obedient. she almost raises a brow, a glance given when makima stands up straight.

that's what it was? a collar? from how new it is, seems it'll be a tight fit. but a nice fit on her, anyway. it should look good on her, like something makima can chain her up with and pull along the taller woman through. showing her off like a trophy, but she gets the idea. she shifts about to kneel in silence, on her knees before her. no sudden movements, no sign of her attempting to break free.

just her looking up at the other woman with that singular eye of hers, the black of it unfazed and unsurprised.)

[Makima slips the collar around Quanxi's throat and pulls the tongue through the buckle.]

[She's considerate with the notch. Pulls it through the first hole, leaves her just enough room to break in the leather. Once the tongue is pressed through the loop, Makima slips a finger through the metal ring and tugs, makes sure it's not too loose.]

[It's satisfying, seeing her wrapped up like a present for her. She could take a swim in the depths of her gaze, float on the surface and never fear drowning. Makima's ringed eyes never leave hers as she reaches into the robe's pocket and retrieves the final item - a matching leash.]

Ask me for it.

(the collar fits perfectly, even as those deep black eyes keep themselves busy by staring up at the other woman. kneeling, hands tied behind her back, and almost wondering what she might be next. isn't it obvious? if a collar comes out, the next part is a leash.

even if quanxi doesn't disobey, she knows. the nylon ropes fit well against the fabric of her clothes. she'll have to deal with rope marks digging into her wrists, but the red of it would be a reminder. it'd heal fast, though that meant little whenever it comes to something that the other woman is after. quanxi's body is a masterpiece, the toned muscle of it and more. she does have a nice set of abs beneath that collared shirt, even her arms are lovely when it comes to what she can do with them and her hands.

her back? it's difficult to take one's eyes off it whenever she's really showing off what she can do. a good gift. though she follows the movement of makima's hands again and notes the leash, what she says.)

Leash me. (....) Please.

[Ooh, so close. She was just about to yank her hair back and remind her to be polite.]

[But she says the magic word and Makima smiles, clearly pleased as she clasps the leash onto the collar. She runs her fingers down the length of it and lets it wrap around her hand a few times before she pulls, just enough to keep her high on her knees.]

[Quanxi is all dressed up for her now, the rope pulled taut against her body and outlining every inch of her in perfect detail. It's sad, how long it's taken her to get to this moment.]

[Makima loosens her grip enough to reach to undo the knot of her robe, letting the thin cord hang free before shrugging the gown off her shoulders. It drops to the floor to leave her nude - a pleasing contrast to Quanxi still trussed up in uniform. Her hand goes tight around the leash again as she steps forward, guiding her right into her body as she does.]

Go on. Be good.

[It's been so long since anyone has been good enough for her.]

(she's on her knees, isn't there stories about people worshiping a devil of some kind with tempting promises? told to bring them whatever they desired, from prized possessions to women and daughters that they wanted. it didn't matter, their prize would never be in their hands. devils are fickle things, and going as far as to commune with one is worse.

but she's here, proof of such a thing being possible while also under another devil's spell. quanxi could only stare, stare as she gets tugged forward, stare as makima disrobes, it's a beautiful sight. a sight in which she has as something natural. quanxi is in the best position to start with, but it's makima that decides how far this goes at the end of the day. the hybrid knows that.

when her order is given, she's close to makima's stomach. with her arms bound behind her back, quanxi could only use her mouth. the part of her that had reason knows this isn't a surprise, in a way it's a reminder that even she comes off as an animal to this woman. this devil. be good, huh? they both know that has a cost, quanxi doesn't behave easily when she wants something. if only because that's how she is when her lips start to kiss along makima's stomach.

down, just as she might have wanted. not too fast, not too slow as her tongue laps up remnants of her bath in the taste of her skin. she didn't have to be told twice, she knows already, makima would tell her if she was misbehaving.

she'd punish her thoroughly for that.)

[One of the best things about a capable employee is when you don't need to be specific. You can simply tell them to begin and they do everything you want them to do, no instructions needed. Place the ingredients right in front of them and they'll make a perfect tiramisu. Quanxi is like that - but before this, she would be more likely to only make a serving for herself, alone. Now she has to think about Makima's serving. No exceptions.]

Keep going. All the way.

[To bypass Quanxi's intended goal, the one she can see clear as day as her mouth wanders closer. She gets near, to the base of her stomach, and Makima leans one leg forward, instructing her on the path she expects her to take. She expects to be covered in her kisses by the time she's satisfied with her.]

(she wasn't surprised that makima redirected her, it only served to remind quanxi that this isn't something simple. what they're doing is going further past what would be considered a line. a line which neither side had made, but a line nonetheless that quanxi had originally kept her distance from. that distance had been part of why she left. why she denied her, until now. where she was expected to give her something more. it must be funny, the irony of it all. she's meant to kill devils and then there's makima who seems to find enjoyment in what she does to her.

she shouldn't have ever locked eyes with her, perhaps never even allowed this woman to see her. that's something quanxi thinks briefly, along the part of herself that's locked away deep down from what she's been carefully twisted into. enough to obey, enough to not lose herself entirely. quanxi trails her mouth along, along makima's leg. never mind that she's looking up at her with that singular dark eye, the depths of it deep and bottomless.

is she watching to see if she reacts, or is she wanting to see if makima could express pleasure? a mystery, it could be both. could even be the latter more, it's a morbid sense of curiosity that she won't admit to even while under this spell. that a part of her could consider it plausible that she might see such things. who knew if it would feel fake.

it might not while quanxi kisses down further. further down to the top of makima's foot before rising up again along the other leg. it's slow, the attention she's giving this. but not slow enough to further impatience, if there's any felt. slow enough to make it feel like agony. at if she might try to disobey, if she might wind up breaking those nylon ropes from an inability to hold back.

they'd have to find out, won't they?)

[The whole situation is so pleasing, so simple. There's nothing quite like it. A woman she's dreamed of having for years, finally doing exactly what Makima wants of her. No fiends, no devils, no fighting. Well - maybe she'll fight her later. Get her out of breath, a little bloody nose. Little keepsakes that won't mean anything to Quanxi in the morning but give Makima those pleasing reminders.]

I want it off.

[Even if her expression hasn't changed substantially as Quanxi peppers her skin with kisses, her voice has. Breathy in its own way, like she's holding something back. Containing herself from getting too excited or worked up - keeping her neat role as the lead in this dance.]

[She lowers a hand and slips one of her fingers beneath the band holding her eye patch up. Tugs, ever so gently.]

I want to see every inch of your face. This, too.

[Will she fight that? Makima wants to see, her movements slow and methodical as she begins to raise it up and off her eye.]

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