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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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"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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