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the smut picture prompt meme

SIMILAR TO THE PICTURE PROMPT MEME ONLY FOR NSFW/SMUT PROMPTS INSTEAD

i. COMMENT WITH CHARACTER

ii. OTHERS LEAVE A PICTURE (OR TWO OR THREE....)

iii. REPLY TO THEM WITH A SETTING BASED ON THE IMAGES.

THIS POST WILL BE IMAGE HEAVY AND NSFW.

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[ooc: Works for me! 1 & 2 were just sort of tone setters anyway.]

It was a part of Asura's tactic for dealing with his... 'relationship' with Nariko that he remained aloof unless it was on his own terms. Sometimes he treated her with the same respect as one might have for a tissue. Have a need for it, use it, drop it. Other times he practically worshipped the ground she walked on. Sometimes he'd revoke her right to wear clothes and have her milk his cock for full days. Other times he'd blush if she smiles at him and she could tease him as easily as a schoolboy.

It seemed to work. She was obviously very devoted to him, in ways he simply could not be to her (or anyone for that manner) and it was rewarded in all sorts of odd ways. He knew what she liked and what she didn't, and was remarkably good at blurring those lines. Nothing proved it more than what she did today. His fingers coiled around her throat... but applied no pressure, no squeeze.

"You want this? You want me to..." He trailed off, that silky voice of his as smooth as every but suddenly silent. It wasn't quite begging he wanted. But he wanted it confirmed to them both, and as if to an audience that was merely in their minds, that yes, she was giving up on almost the only thing she had never relinquished to him. It had to be said, had to be proven to her soul that she was dedicated to him enough to bend that far just to make him happy. After all, they both knew if he wanted to he could walk away and find someone who really got off on being throttled.

At the very least being with Asura was never boring. He was difficult, ridiculous, and so far beyond tamable that trying to apply the word to him was probably sacrilegious to someone, somewhere, but here she was. And it was just like him, going about this the hard way. He'd pulled a lot of shit but he hadn't ever actually done anything irreparable or, you know, just outright killed her. In that sense there was an odd form of trust, tenuous, but there. Nariko didn't have any immediate reason to fear just the sensation, the presence of his fingers, but she did.

Fear was such a deeply ingrained response that it was going to take more than just one or two instances to change. It was also possible that Asura would use that fear just as easily as he'd manipulate anything else to whatever he felt like doing in the moment. Nariko knew it, but she'd already come this far, no use in stopping now.

"Yes," In what could only be described as true irony, focusing on Asura kept her from losing all sense of composure. It wasn't feverish writhing on sheets, crying and sobbing out whatever he wanted until he let her come. This was far more demanding and though she was keeping a relatively good hold of herself, there was some strain involved. She'd think about how insane it was that Asura could be a stabilizing force later, right now. "I want you to do it. Please, choke me."

He also never let her live down anything, even if he was the one that induced it. Every single dirty little thing he'd convinced, coaxed or downright forced her into doing he made sure she a) enjoyed and b) was teased to one extent or another for it. He was quite sure she got off on the shame, so really, it was just another favour from him. He, of course, got off on her fear and humiliation, so it was hardly selfless.

Feeling her strain, her fear, her underlying tension thus sent pulses of pleasure through his fingertips. It only increased as he (almost literally) squeezed a confession out of her that she wanted this. "Just when I think you can't get more perverted, you get a little dirtier."

It was then that his fingers tightened, cutting off her air enough to make rebuking that statement impossible. It probably wouldn't surprise her to know that Asura was intimately aware with how long a human could be choked before they were genuinely harmed. Most people could only forcibly hold their breath for about thirty seconds before instinct overcame them. But almost five minutes could pass before it was dangerous. Although he was absolutely enough of a dick to push her to that limit on her first try, he didn't. He wanted to make this a part of their regular activities and even if inducing a gigantic fear in her would produce a gigantic boner from him, he was going to ease her in... a bit.

"But I like you just the way you are," he purred to her, his other hand soft and kind, stroking her hair and face. The one around her throat pulled her up slightly, bringing their lips together to provide a possessive, passionate kiss that ignored any struggles she mustered up, tongue sliding across and past her lips in one aggressive, controlling motion. It summed up their relationship in one go. He was the boss, she was his to with as he wished, but there was affection there. Maybe even, under a million layers of madness and denial, a little bit of love. Not true, fairytale love. But in a hundred thousand billion years, he'd remember Nariko fondly and a part of her would be with him until the end of all life in the universe. For now? Five seconds of choking was enough, releasing the grip just as his tongue pulled out of her mouth to just touch her lips. "My delightful degenerate...How was that?"

God, he was so hard right now and it was most obvious from her eye level.

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.

"Ke-ke, you really would do anything for me, wouldn't you?" That was a little doubtful, but not entirely off from the truth in his opinion. After all, since she'd been his... 'not really girlfriend' how many things had she done that she never thought she would? This just being the latest, most extreme of the lot.

Again he didn't give her a chance to talk back, his hand closing tighter. One of his many scarves coiled slowly around her, starting right at her ankles, sliding across her skin with both silken texture and movements, rising between her legs, forming a loop about her waist and another to squeeze her breasts together. He only let her throat go after ten seconds as her body was explored and embraced entirely by his single limb. His fingers were replaced by a second scarf, winding a collar about her throat that let her breath... for now. Yet another finished the artistic event by adding a blindfold. She wasn't restrained, but still utterly under his thumb.

It was his turn to take her hand and guide it, unable to be seen, to the zipper of his pants. No need for words to have the order be understood. He usually wanted to start with her mouth under most circumstances and this was apparently no exception.

They both knew the answer to that question. He was right - No one had ever pushed her boundaries like him and maybe that was the explanation for just about everything. Staying within a little happy comfort zone was boring, and Nariko could withstand a lot in this world, still, boredom wasn't one of them. Nothing was dull with him and that point drove itself home when his fingers pressed on her throat once more. At least she was better prepared, her heart still beat wildly but the claustrophobic sense of dread, like she might die in the next second, was muffled around the edges.

That made it easier to appreciate the familiar presence of his scarves. Truth told, she actually liked them, they were kind of weird and versatile, but always fun. So while her vision swam, more from fear than any logical, physical reaction, Nariko could take a very brief form of comfort in their touch until he let her go again.

The new collar wasn't upsetting, but that and the blindfold forced another shiver to wrack through her body, if she'd been scared before now she was terrified, but Nariko wasn't going to let it stop her. Nariko did not need her sight for this, it was easy to pull his dick out and drag her tongue over the head at first before beginning to take him down her throat with an indulgent moan. The best way to help get over ridiculous trauma? One of her favorite sex acts!

And didn't he know it. With a year to mould her mind, Asura had taken every chance to make sure she had the mental association firmly lodged in her mind. Excitement, danger, but comfort and safety all induced by having his cock in her throat. There wasn't any sort of particularly grand design behind it. He'd just convinced her subconcious that the best way to escape negative emotions was to get her hands (or mouth or breasts or anywhere for that matter) that pleasuring him was the best way to find emotional satisfaction.

Generally conjoined with sexual satisfaction, but that was a given.

Placing a hand firmly on top of his woman's head, he wasted no time on slowly guiding her head back and forth in a series of bobs. He was well aware of how much she could have in her throat without discomfort (and always impressed) and soon got into a rhythm that pushed to just barely that limit before bringing her back so that her lips were almost parted from him. With each completed bob, his scarves wriggled against her to tease the weakspots he'd long ago memorised.

It certainly didn't help that the inclination had been there long before Asura's arrival, but no one had tapped into it so thoroughly as him. Sex was the healthiest escape Nariko possessed, and she had never been shy when admitting that. It was easier than alcohol, safer than drugs, better than allowing her thoughts to revolve around everything that confused or irritated her. Pairing that line of thinking with someone as devouring as him? It was no wonder that there wasn't any quitting Asura. No one else could enable the worst parts of her and make them nearly as much fun.

Besides, focusing on something that she knew well, that she had more control over, helped ease the tension in her body. Even though Asura controlled how she moved Nariko sucked eagerly, there was no such thing as ever having enough of him, even as he guided her back she flicked her tongue, unwilling to go even a second without contact even if it meant being punished.

As if her own excitement wasn't enough, the ever present scarves helped her along, but she was careful to avoid squirming too much, even if it meant enduring more choking, she didn't want him to stop now that she was allowed to feel genuine pleasure again.

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