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[sharpcut]

(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.

[doglover1997]

[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.]

[sharpcut]

(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.)

[doglover1997]

[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.]

[sharpcut]

(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?)

[doglover1997]

[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.]

[sharpcut]

(there's a pause, the sight of her stopping whenever makima speaks again just before her lips reach her opposite hip. she's almost confused about what the other woman means. undressing her was off the table, for now, until she decides to remove those bindings.

then, she realizes. the moment her fingertips brush against the leather of her eye patch, quanxi knows what she meant. the band wasn't difficult to undo, were this like before she might have protested. she doesn't remove that eye patch. about like how quanxi exclusively remains a human instead of pulling the arrow out from her socket, if she didn't need to, that is. when makima lifts it away slowly, what greets her is a closed eye.

but they both know the gruesome sight behind it. the near gruesome sight, anyway, were she instructed to open it. the arrow would be resting calmly, the back of it almost visible if she were to reach for that. she didn't fight against her desire to see. even if quanxi's hair just about covers that eye from the length of it. a reward that was a long time coming for makima. that eye will never come back, but that meant little in the grand scheme of things.

the only true fight might come from a refusal to open it.)

....surprised you didn't remove it earlier.

(while tying her up, giving her restraints comprised of shibari based bindings with nylon ropes. the leash and collar, too. though the remark isn't anything more than something she realized. nothing against makima, it's spoken calm and detached, like the idea of it being exposed didn't faze her necessarily.

it doesn't. it truly doesn't. she has to remove it herself during the evening, though it's different when it comes to things like showing her face in moments like this. it only adds to the mystery to normal people, the handsome mystique of this woman who could have any woman she dreamed of on her arm. she's already had four on her arm before, why not keep pushing for it?)