It was likely a good thing that he extinguished her response before it was even halfway out. Nariko would have ended up pulling a smartass move despite how it would waste her efforts. Not that actually going along with this was much more comfortable. He wasn't actively harming her but she had to fight the desire to squirm, kick, save herself, by cutting her nails into her palms. It was tempting to close her eyes and shut it out, but she managed to keep them open. In part because she knew he'd prefer that, to see the helplessness, the fear, the way she was forced to rely on him even if he'd be the one to do her in. Besides that, though? Trying to run away from it wouldn't do any good.
The affection contrasted so starkly against what he was doing, that could have been dizzying enough alone. But to actually kiss was beyond what she expected. Nariko didn't struggle so much as squirm a bit, caught between responding properly and refusing to move at all. This had always paralyzed her, so moving could be difficult, but if she really couldn't stand it then he'd sure as hell know it, even if he didn't plan on stopping.
He let her go and she couldn't remember being so thankful for the ability to breathe in and out. It felt like much longer than just five seconds but that was her mind playing tricks, not that her body was on a better track. Her heart was pounding so loud and hard that she almost worried that he could hear it, every so often a shiver wracked through her, but there was no getting around the ache in her, caught somewhere between overwhelming fear and genuine arousal. Maybe it was just a reaction to surviving something that utterly terrified her, but the specifics didn't matter.
"Not so terrible," If Nariko thought she could get away with lying then she might have tried, but Asura was likely to figure it out in seconds if she did. "But it is you." And until he could manage to let her go, it was always going to be Asura. It really hadn't escaped her attention that he obviously enjoyed it, too, though the why of that was far beyond her. If caring more about his reactions than her own safety made her a degenerate then, well. At least he had the right word.
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The affection contrasted so starkly against what he was doing, that could have been dizzying enough alone. But to actually kiss was beyond what she expected. Nariko didn't struggle so much as squirm a bit, caught between responding properly and refusing to move at all. This had always paralyzed her, so moving could be difficult, but if she really couldn't stand it then he'd sure as hell know it, even if he didn't plan on stopping.
He let her go and she couldn't remember being so thankful for the ability to breathe in and out. It felt like much longer than just five seconds but that was her mind playing tricks, not that her body was on a better track. Her heart was pounding so loud and hard that she almost worried that he could hear it, every so often a shiver wracked through her, but there was no getting around the ache in her, caught somewhere between overwhelming fear and genuine arousal. Maybe it was just a reaction to surviving something that utterly terrified her, but the specifics didn't matter.
"Not so terrible," If Nariko thought she could get away with lying then she might have tried, but Asura was likely to figure it out in seconds if she did. "But it is you." And until he could manage to let her go, it was always going to be Asura. It really hadn't escaped her attention that he obviously enjoyed it, too, though the why of that was far beyond her. If caring more about his reactions than her own safety made her a degenerate then, well. At least he had the right word.