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Series: Queen's Blade
Pairing: Airi/Unnamed Cattleya Fangirl #1
Rating: X - Contains non-orgasmic groping and kissing in a highly sexualized way.
Length: 707 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Trigger Warning: Noncon
Summary: Airi decides to go out for dinner. Contains creative use of ghostly minions.
Sometimes putting off eating until the next meal time rolls around just doesn't work. You have to drop what you're doing and find the nearest bite before you faint and become a medical case. Unfortunately for Airi, she needed to set aside training for the next round of the tournament and go look for a meal. Fainting would be the least of her worries if she didn't. Her body ached, her muscles began to grow rubbery, and her clothes and body began to flicker in and out of the physical dimension. If a ghost could have a protein deficiency, then she was definitely going through one.
Thankfully for her she remembered the face of a particularly cute, strong, toned woman from wandering about town earlier, flying to where she saw her last. She was still there, finishing up a conversation with her friend. Perfect timing, really. As the other went off for whatever reasons she had, Airi began to hunt her prey in earnest, following her into a dark alleyway.
The spirit took a look around, licking her lips and blushing. She could smell the happiness radiating off of her target. Such feelings made for wonderful seasonings for her meal, but it wasn't enough. It needed something else, something bolder and spicier. She took a look around to make sure nobody was around that could stop them before pointing out her finger and sending forth a wave of long, white, ropey souls from her body.
As the souls made their way around the girl's flesh, their target began to struggle, fighting back. Airi did pick a strong target on purpose, after all, and was hoping it would come to this. Her desperation would make her even more delicious, the souls trying to move their way around their target's wrists and ankles, intent on binding her. When she saw they needed some assistance, Airi took her scythe and rammed the end of its shaft into her prey's stomach, knocking her down onto her back with a loud gasp. Airi straddled her prey's hips and drooled hungrily, guiding her souls in a particular way.
They pulled her wrists up above her head and clamped them down, exerting heavy magical force in order to keep them grounded. All the while the girl struggled harder, making them feel like they weighed more and more, keeping her stuck under her attacker. Next, Airi commanded the ones on her legs to spread them apart and lock her ankles down, giving her full view of her crotch if she wanted it. She didn't budge an inch from her position on top, making sure her stomach and torso couldn't dislodge her as well. The poor girl was trapped under her and held into place by swarms of the undead, putting every inch of her might into trying to regain her freedom.
It wouldn't work. Airi's bindings were too strong and too unique to be shattered by the hands of a mere meatheaded warrior. Nor could all her muscles wrestle the ghost-woman off of her, whimpering and screaming instead in order to call someone who might be able to save her. Airi would have to cut that sound off, moving quickly and exerting the last of her energy to stay as corporeal as possible, bearing her weight down and into her victim. Silence soon swept over the area as Airi placed her lips against her prey's, like a predator devouring it's dinner, her hands sweeping and groping the victim's tits from under her own chest, pushing her meal down further into the ground.
She dined slow and long on the girl's energy, taking every meaty, delicious drop into it, her cravings for protein and a filling meal being more than satisfied. Her hands danced gracefully across her prey's body, teasing every inch of her flesh, the tinge of arousal adding the perfect finishing touch her meal. Airi smiled and released the girl from her bindings, the souls going back in here, getting up and flying back to where Melona and Menace were waiting and training.
The girl left behind was too tired to stand up and too exhausted to finish her arousal off. What a lousy evening, being dined on and dashed before dessert was ready.
Pairing: Airi/Unnamed Cattleya Fangirl #1
Rating: X - Contains non-orgasmic groping and kissing in a highly sexualized way.
Length: 707 words by LibreOffice count
Warnings: Trigger Warning: Noncon
Summary: Airi decides to go out for dinner. Contains creative use of ghostly minions.
Sometimes putting off eating until the next meal time rolls around just doesn't work. You have to drop what you're doing and find the nearest bite before you faint and become a medical case. Unfortunately for Airi, she needed to set aside training for the next round of the tournament and go look for a meal. Fainting would be the least of her worries if she didn't. Her body ached, her muscles began to grow rubbery, and her clothes and body began to flicker in and out of the physical dimension. If a ghost could have a protein deficiency, then she was definitely going through one.
Thankfully for her she remembered the face of a particularly cute, strong, toned woman from wandering about town earlier, flying to where she saw her last. She was still there, finishing up a conversation with her friend. Perfect timing, really. As the other went off for whatever reasons she had, Airi began to hunt her prey in earnest, following her into a dark alleyway.
The spirit took a look around, licking her lips and blushing. She could smell the happiness radiating off of her target. Such feelings made for wonderful seasonings for her meal, but it wasn't enough. It needed something else, something bolder and spicier. She took a look around to make sure nobody was around that could stop them before pointing out her finger and sending forth a wave of long, white, ropey souls from her body.
As the souls made their way around the girl's flesh, their target began to struggle, fighting back. Airi did pick a strong target on purpose, after all, and was hoping it would come to this. Her desperation would make her even more delicious, the souls trying to move their way around their target's wrists and ankles, intent on binding her. When she saw they needed some assistance, Airi took her scythe and rammed the end of its shaft into her prey's stomach, knocking her down onto her back with a loud gasp. Airi straddled her prey's hips and drooled hungrily, guiding her souls in a particular way.
They pulled her wrists up above her head and clamped them down, exerting heavy magical force in order to keep them grounded. All the while the girl struggled harder, making them feel like they weighed more and more, keeping her stuck under her attacker. Next, Airi commanded the ones on her legs to spread them apart and lock her ankles down, giving her full view of her crotch if she wanted it. She didn't budge an inch from her position on top, making sure her stomach and torso couldn't dislodge her as well. The poor girl was trapped under her and held into place by swarms of the undead, putting every inch of her might into trying to regain her freedom.
It wouldn't work. Airi's bindings were too strong and too unique to be shattered by the hands of a mere meatheaded warrior. Nor could all her muscles wrestle the ghost-woman off of her, whimpering and screaming instead in order to call someone who might be able to save her. Airi would have to cut that sound off, moving quickly and exerting the last of her energy to stay as corporeal as possible, bearing her weight down and into her victim. Silence soon swept over the area as Airi placed her lips against her prey's, like a predator devouring it's dinner, her hands sweeping and groping the victim's tits from under her own chest, pushing her meal down further into the ground.
She dined slow and long on the girl's energy, taking every meaty, delicious drop into it, her cravings for protein and a filling meal being more than satisfied. Her hands danced gracefully across her prey's body, teasing every inch of her flesh, the tinge of arousal adding the perfect finishing touch her meal. Airi smiled and released the girl from her bindings, the souls going back in here, getting up and flying back to where Melona and Menace were waiting and training.
The girl left behind was too tired to stand up and too exhausted to finish her arousal off. What a lousy evening, being dined on and dashed before dessert was ready.
