Kapitel 106: Mukuro(YuYu Hakusho)
(Hiei X Mukuro)
Mukuro jumped, hearing her bedroom door open with a heavy grind. Her cheeks flushed hot from the blood of anxiety pulsing through her body. Instead of the fear that followed like it had from the early years of her life, pure, wanted excitement took its place. Setting her brush down on her night stand, she smiled at Hiei as he shut the door behind him.
"You're here sooner than I expected you would be," she said to him in a low, gentle voice.
"I never said I would be here in the first place," he responded, not taking his hand off of the door knob. He twisted it as if displaying his willingness to simply leave altogether.
"Oh?" Mukuro spouted her words playfully. "I could have sworn you had told me. But, you can leave if you want to." She turned from him, opening a dresser drawer mechanically, not even truly knowing what she was fishing after. She rummaged through it absentmindedly, hoping that his yoki wouldn't disappear while she did so. Feeling disappointed by his lack of argument, she sagged her shoulders and shut the drawer. Just as she began to search her mind in an attempt to think of something clever to win his presence back, a shock went up her spine.
"Don't play games with me," Hiei said in his usual, low, irritated voice. The sound bounced off the back of her neck, while his hand gripped tightly around her wrist. He was being surprisingly gentle with her; his thumb was even slightly rubbing her hand. She was certain he had no idea he was even doing it.
Collecting her composure, she turned to face him. In mid-breath, his lips suctioned onto hers, kissing her before any more words came pouring out of her mouth. Loosening his grip, he focused his energy into his tongue, sweeping back and forth against hers. Despite his cool attitude towards the act, Mukuro knew he was still relatively inexperienced with affectionate gestures, guiding him sweetly.
What was meant to be an appreciative moan turned into a yelp as his sharp teeth grazed her bottom lip a little harder than intended. Apologetically, his hands came up to both sides of her face, holding her head gently. Though he had never hesitated when it came to touching her right half, her stomach still dropped each time he came in contact with it. He sucked on her injured lip, running his tongue over the puncture. She smiled into their kiss, watching his brow furrow in frustration. Hiei glanced up, wondering. He stopped completely and stared up at her seriously. His lips twitched as though words could pop through them at any moment.
Sensing he was about to split anytime, Mukuro reached out to him, pulling him closer, keeping him from running. For as cutthroat of a creature as Hiei truly was, he was humiliated far too easily, taking everything to heart. A strange look or touch, not just words, was all it took to send him fleeing. He wanted to be in control of their intimacy so badly, and it was painfully obvious.
She ran her fingers through his wiry hair, smelling the outside air on his clothes. Eventually his hands wandered up her arms, squeezing them through the fabric. From the tension in his digits, she could tell he was in deep thought.
Unexpectedly, he released her and walked towards the large window that overlooked the neighboring forest. Grabbing a drape in each hand, he pulled them shut with a loud flutter.
Momentarily blind, Mukuro waited in the dark for her eyes to adjust. Without a sound, Hiei was already in front of her before her sight returned. She stood completely still as he reached toward her, pulling her cloth mask from her face, revealing her scarred skin and morbid, ever staring eye. Much like every other time this event occurred, he didn't flinch. His red gaze starred on with as much sincerity as it always possessed. Slowly, he slipped his hands beneath her vest, shoving it off of her shoulders. The rest of her clothing followed suit, gently being pulled from her aching skin until she was nude down to the cold, metal parts of her right limbs.
Somewhere in the most feminine depths of her mind, she wanted him to tell her how beautiful she was to him, how much looking at her made his head spin with crude fantasies. Instead, her maturity realized how much more honest his gaze really was than words. Anyone could simply tell her, 'you're beautiful' or 'I love you,' but no one could show her more strongly how they felt than Hiei did without even a whisper.
Her mental ramblings came to an abrupt end, however, as she crashed softly onto her bed; her chest was still warm where his hand had pressed her backward. She stretched out across the sheets, delighting in their cool silkiness. Staring at the ceiling, she barely felt the mattress give under his weight. Apparently he was light on more than just his feet.
His calloused hand swept over her thigh, weightless as a feather. That alone was enough to cause her to suck in a breath of air quickly through her teeth. His fingers grazed up over her abdomen and rib cage, stopping on the soft mound of her unscarred breast. Leaning in closer, he pinched her delicate nipple between the insides of his fingers. His tongue raked across it unexpectedly, between his fingers. He was being sweeter than normal, finally understanding that that was the best way to win her body over. Dragging the tip of his tongue over her chest, he took in her clean smell. She must have bathed recently. Suppressing a giggle from the odd feeling, she latched onto his frame, pulling him closer for more of the awkward touch. He went to kiss her but missed, landing his lips slightly off center. Ignoring his poor aim, he went on to nibble on her ear, eliciting a gasp from her lungs.
The more he felt her body losing control, the more he came closer to claiming it as his own. At least, Mukuro was going to let him believe he was getting his wishes granted; it was more fun that way. She adored watching him get carried away by emotions, letting his guard down. It was during those rare moments he was the most appealing.
She was beginning to sweat from just laying partly underneath him. Once his arousal started climbing, so did his temperature. At points his skin was nearly scalding to the touch. The heat made her nucleus start stirring even harder within its cage.
He shook, unable to mask his excitement. Her body was impossibly smooth where the acid hadn't corroded her skin away. The fact that she was only half this way made it even more savory.
Sitting up, he removed his shirt and tossed it carelessly to the side. Without asking politely, unsurprisingly, he grabbed her legs and pulled her onto his lap, flipping her over in the process. Her legs dangled over his thighs, hanging over the floor without touching it.
She moaned at the sensation of his hand rubbing over her ass, reinforcing his false sense of dominance. Smirking into the sheets she dug her nails into, she relished in the thought of getting what she truly desired without having to ask for it.
For a moment, he stopped his ministrations on her lower half. He hated to admit his slight hesitance. It felt too good to be true that someone was so willing to simply give their body to him without any fear.
"Please don't stop," she pleaded in a breathy voice that sounded more like a polite order than a timid request. She wriggled slightly in his lap, pushing herself up a little further.
"Hn," he said, gripping her thigh. "So you do like it then?"
Her excitement increased just from the sound of his deep, husky voice. It almost seemed to vibrate through her, sending shivers up her spine. Her reaction was truthful this time; she nearly fell under his spell, weakened horribly just from his sound that accompanied his warm lap. Despite her lack of feeling in her mechanical thigh, she could sense the pressure of his hand stroking along it until he hit the skin of her calf. He must have been able to tell how thoroughly excited she was; he stopped suddenly. Mukuro bit her lip, almost shivering from anxiety. Just as she was about to relax her tense muscles, his finger grazed along her slit. Her teeth ground into the open cut that was already on her lip, drawing a droplet of blood; she was trying to keep from making a noise. She couldn't explain it to herself, but some part of her refused to give Hiei the satisfaction. As he continued sliding his middle finger up and down her lips, however, she found it increasingly difficult to muffle her moans and sighs. Even breathing steadily was becoming a chore. She focused on her lower half, making a conscious effort not to keep spreading her legs or lifting herself higher to get the most out of his touches. One thing she couldn't stop was the heat emitting from between her legs or the wetness from soaking farther onto his hand. Unexpectedly, he rubbed against her clit, practically making her jump into the air.
"Hiei!" she shouted, oblivious to her previous efforts to keep silent. Somewhere in the background she heard him snicker, but everything besides his touch seemed meaningless at this point. Every dream was pushed aside for that simple want.
His fingertips teased her opening, tickling mercilessly. Occasionally he would return to her clit, petting it in a loving way she never could have expected from his hands. The feeling of his skin contrasting the rough texture of his bandages was stimulating, pushing her further into her lustful daze.
Rather than sliding in gracefully like she would have preferred, he pushed through her forcefully, claiming the space between her walls. The sudden pain nearly brought suppressed memories flooding into her mind's eye, but she held back the tears. Her agonizing yelp didn't go unnoticed; Hiei had stopped entirely. As she calmed down, she realized his hand was pressed against her back, unflinching. The other hand was sweeping back and forth across her unscarred thigh. It seemed to be his way of asking if she was alright.
She forced a chuckle, placing her hand on his reassuringly. "Please be gentle," she asked sweetly.
He gripped around her wrist, pulling her to him, planting a hungry kiss on her still quivering mouth. His tongue was a far cry from graceful, and his teeth were once again pricking her skin. Still, his roughness was more of an endearment than an issue. Her body even seemed to like it, pressing against him harder each time he nearly bit her. In a heavy stroke, his tongue swept from her mouth down her neck. He briefly sucked on her skin, scraping his teeth against her jugular.
Unexpectedly, he let her go, going back to her lower half. As she settled back into the sheets, sighing, he continued running his left hand across her thighs. This time, with only his middle finger, he played with her pussy lips, slowly working his way towards her opening. They were even slicker than last time, spreading easily, practically begging for his intrusion. Listening to her nails scratching the fabric, he carefully slid inside, thoroughly enjoying her sigh of relief. For a moment he simply kept still, then began rotating only slightly. Her temperature rose as he started pulling his finger back out again. He eased back inside, stretching her carefully. Repeating, he began to glide in and out faster and just a little harder.
The hand that had been holding her hip snuck up onto her ass, drawing invisible circles on her cheek. He eased a finger between, softly continuing the circles against her opening. She jumped, genuinely surprised by this new violation. It felt odd, but somehow the feeling made her even more needy. She arched her hips into the air, trying to get more of the sensations somehow. With a new wave of confidence, Hiei pumped into her with more vigor, putting his muscles into it. She writhed in his grasp, clenching around his fingers so tightly it was as though she was fearful of him ceasing the pleasure he was giving her. He slammed in down to his knuckles, flattening his palm against her, shaking hard.
Mukuro turned her head, looking at him with a glassy eye. Her cheeks burned as his stare looked up to meet her own. She wanted to look away from those intense eyes that bore into her consciousness, but he somehow kept her staring. Her stomach flipped, almost sick from how much she was affected by those eyes. His expression was so serious and lusty; she had never seen a face quite like it. It was just as foggy and lost as her own.
"I've never felt... this weak..." she said in broken breaths. It pained her to admit it to herself and especially to Hiei. Her insides twisted even harder, watching that wicked smile crack across his face like shattering glass.
Removing his digits, he flipped her over onto her back. He positioned himself on all fours in front of her, gaining easier access to her anatomy. Ending his gaze into her eyes, he instead held apart her legs, looking longingly at the pink gash between them. Liquid flowed from her more prevalently than any of the times before; the blanket under her was soaked. It had bloomed like some exotic flower, trying to lure him in with its promises of ecstasy. Despite his wishes not to, he had fallen under her feminine spell. All he could think about was pleasuring not only this part of her body, but all of it. He had never paid so much attention to the female form; all his life, he had taken what he craved and moved on. Now, he breathed in deep, filling his lungs with her intoxicating smell. It wasn't a sweet smell, or a particularly harsh one, but something about it was addicting. He caught himself from losing his mind inches from her crotch; without realizing, he had been sinking closer. With his hands on her thighs, he now noticed her body shaking like a leaf. Her breaths were short and almost sounded panicked. Though she was not meaning to share her thoughts with him, he heard in his brain her voice practically screaming for something. The indiscernible shouts grew louder as he spread her lips apart with both hands, blowing the hot air from his lungs onto that sensitive spot. He chuckled out loud.
"Fuck!" she let loose, thrusting her pelvis towards his face. She reached out, winding her fingers into his hair.
"Is there something you're wanting?" he asked in that voice again; the words mixed in with his devious laugh. Her muscle was going through spasms, absorbing the heat that rolled off of his tongue as he spoke.
"Hiei, I..." She stopped to catch her breath. "... I will kill you."
"But then you wouldn't get what you wanted, and neither would I." He made sure to be extra breathy, only a few centimeters away.
She pulled his hair a little harder, rubbing his side with her leg. "I could have anyone I wanted, you know... I could force you... if I had to," she said in a sultry voice, twirling his hair playfully. Mukuro sensed his body tense, if only for a moment, out of fear. Or was it his ego falling a few rungs down the ladder? He quickly replaced it with that false confidence of his.
"Hn."
"Besides.... it's not like you know what you're doing. I could find someone who did quite easily," she stated a little more coldly than she meant to. She felt his ego drop further, and it should have been enough to sate her, but she kept going for a reason she couldn't explain. "I've heard a lot about that one friend of yours... that he's good at stealing more from girls than just their jewelr-" She was cut short; the air literally jumped from her throat from the shock.
Hiei had her thighs pressed roughly against the bed, spreading her so wide it stung. His tongue scraped up her pussy, pressing her clit with all of its strength. Feverishly, he sucked at the folds, burying his face between her legs. His own arousal was becoming painful as he tasted her, driving himself crazy. Licking purposefully, he struggled to focus on her and removing his pants. His hands fumbled, trying to undo his three belts.
Mukuro smiled in elation, looking down at the flustered look on his face. Propping herself up on her elbow, she messed with his hair some more, wanting that red gaze on her again. With a furrowed brow and his usual scowl, he did what she wished, staring back. The weak feeling returned, brought on by the look mingling with the feeling of his hot tongue. He raked it up the tight muscles of her thigh, never breaking that look. The false anger in those eyes kept stirring the sensations within her, and she adored it. While having her distracted, he slipped his fingers inside of her, impressed by how easily it happened. "I don't know," he said. "your body seems to think I'm doing pretty well." He began twisting in and out, pushing on the roof, tickling her G-spot. He continued, realizing he still had some control over the situation. "But if you want someone other than me, that's fine too."
"Is that so?" she asked, bucking her hips over his fingers, watching his pulsing erection carefully.
"I'd have fun hunting them down afterwards..."
His plunges began to grow increasingly hard. Every time she attempted to say anything, he fucked her harder with his fingers. Her body gave out, falling back onto the bed. With each thrust, her tits bounced in unison. It got to the point where he was practically punching her, slamming his fingers into her so hard she was lifting off of the bed. The pressure he unleashed on her G-spot would have to have been enough to keep a human female from having a proper sex life for the remainder of her days, if she could bare it to begin with. He made sure to keep his heat at a certain level so as to not burn her. Her contractions were becoming wild, threatening to crush his fingers. His arm was a blur, and the pleasure he bestowed upon her body felt more like a constant feeling, rather than one that came and went.
With a hand on his cheek, she started moaning uncontrollably, completely overtaken. She could feel a line of drool down her cheek, but she didn't care. It was nearly unnoticeable compared to the deluge that was bursting around Hiei's busy fingers. Their moment started feeling unreal, and her mind had difficulty wrapping around how passionate the sensations were that were claiming her body. It was something she hadn't felt throughout her entire existence, not to this extent. His husky breaths were all she heard as she orgasmed; her own noises had stopped, and she herself was breathless.
Hiei softened the force of his ministrations, catching some well deserved air. He felt as though he had just been through a rigorous fight with a foe that he could do nothing but let drain him of his energy. Gently, he removed his hand from her depths, amazed but not surprised that his bandages were soaked nearly to his elbow. With great concentration, he studied her shaking body, her chest rising and falling. There was something incredibly beautiful about her wrecked form, open and unguarded on display in front of him. He crawled on top of her, kissing her quivering mouth.
"You're not finished are you?" he asked into their kiss. He raised himself to his knees, letting her get a first, good look at him. Her eyes lit up as he brought his hand to his face, licking between his fingers. His prick jumped as he sucked on his bandages, then returned to his fingers. With his free hand, he traced down his chest, running it across his erection in a way that was more for show than for himself.
"I don't think it really matters to you whether I am or not," Mukuro finally replied, catching her breath. She bit her lip, hungrily watching him touch himself. It was ridiculous, especially after how beautifully he had brought her to an orgasm, but her satisfaction was already over. She reached between her legs, rubbing her still pounding clit. The sight of him was beyond arousing; his hair was everywhere, sweat was shimmering over his nearly naked body, and those eyes still had that glazed over appearance.
Suddenly stopping, he hopped off of the bed to remove his pants and boots. He never looked away from her the whole time, untying his shoes as fast as he could. As far as she could tell, he seemed to be wondering what his next move would be. Smirking, he scrambled over top of her, laying in the direction opposite of her. Before she had a chance to do anything, he grabbed her hips and pulled her on top of him.
Mukuro was slightly surprised, but not unhappy, about his eager behavior. She was on her hands on knees, staring down his legs. Reaching forward, she brushed his dick with her fingertips, loving how it jerked at her touch. Similarly, she jumped; his soaked bandages were now cold, pressed up against the inside of her thigh. Her cheeks flushed, her thoughts already beginning to spin from his returning touches. He let out a guttural moan as her hand firmly grasped around him, slowly stroking him up and down. She extended her tongue, tracing the engorged veins from bottom to top, circling around the head.
Hiei returned the favor, slipping his own tongue between her lips, relishing in her wet, velvety folds. His hands rubbed her leg and side, warmly petting her. Gently, he took one of her lips between his teeth, teasing it. An arousing concoction of juices flowed from her like sap from a tree, running down his cheeks. Every breath was heavy with her scent, poisoning his common sense, driving him mad for a release. He moaned appreciatively as his shaft disappeared into her mouth; he couldn't help but push himself upward to get more of the feeling.
She ran her fingers between his balls, feeling them tighten the more she sucked. It apparently was pleasing for him; a hand snaked underneath of her, lightly squeezing her breast, toying with her tender nipple. Her head bobbed up and down, working harder, sucking and pumping at the same time. His cock kept swelling the more she did so, quickly taking up all of the room she had to offer him. Still, she did her best to swallow him to the hilt, tears forming in her eye. She took the time to remove him and kiss it gently, enjoying the feeling of his silkiness against her lips.
A shocked gasp escaped from her; his tongue had wandered, teasing her asshole experimentally. He loved how hot her body became when he surprised her, flicking at the opening in a teasing manner. After a few quick sweeps, he went back to licking her pink flesh, sucking gingerly on her clit.
She glided her own tongue down his length, sucking one of his balls into her mouth, releasing it with a pop. Her hand continued to jerk his girth, sliding up and down on her spit. Twisting her hand around while she stroked, she went back to taking a mouthful of his dick. She gagged as it hit the back of her throat, bringing even more tears. It muffled her next yelp, strangling the cry within her mouth. She felt her ass cheek stinging; he had smacked her hard. For a brief moment, she considered being angry, but decided he was only playing. Part of her even liked it; the quick pain was a rush when it mixed in with all of the gentle pleasure of his licking. Just as she pushed it out of her mind, he slapped the same spot two more times. Partially playing, and partially not, she grazed him a bit too hard with her teeth; she laughed as he tried to suppress an aggravated groan. She centered her licks where she had nicked him, apologetically.
"You don't have to pretend like you hate it," he whispered against her. The vibrations from his voice were stimulating. He continued with his French kiss, rubbing the sore spot on her ass. Stopping, he acted like he was going to say something, and eventually did. "I want something more than this," he said in a voice that almost sounded shy.
With one final suck, she raised up to her knees, turning her neck to see his face. "What would that be? It doesn't get much better than this, right?" She rubbed his throbbing erection as she said it, smirking. He was silent as they watched each other; she knew she would have to make him angry before he said what she wanted him to say.
"I want... to fuck you. I want to make you cum again. I want to feel you orgasm around me. That's what I want," he said, stone faced, glaring into her eyes. In a strange way, he had just won her game.
Completely taken aback, Mukuro stood still, just staring back at him. "Hiei?" She laughed nervously under her breath.
"Look, I'm not going to say it again! So take it or leave it!" His face was hot with blush; his eyes were shimmering in the dim light. White knuckles gripped the sheets. He had snapped back into his normal behavior.
Positioning herself so that she was straddling him, facing him, she placed her fingertip against his lips, rubbing them softly. His face was still red from embarrassment and irritation, but he seemed to be calming down. "It's okay, that's what I want too," she spoke in a seductive whisper against his ear, proceeding to nibble it playfully, drawing a moan from him.
Carefully, she lowered herself onto him, impaling herself with his pulsing sex. The sensation was more than she remembered from when he was fingering her. Her muscles immediately clenched over him, forcing a groan from his body.
Hiei's eyes stared as her hips rolled sensuously over his own, devouring him. He reached up, cupping her breast in his hand. It slipped downwards, between her legs, playing with her clit. Closing his eyes, he slowed his breathing, determined to take his time in enjoying her body.
"Mukuro..."
Hearing her name in such a lustful voice sounded strange but wonderful. It sent a jolt of pleasure through her pussy just hearing it. She hugged him tighter as she rode him, pulling her own hair. He was a beautiful sight beneath her, glowing from how she was gently sliding up and down his shaft, playing with her. Grinning, she spoke. "I think... you're going... to get... what you... wan... wante... wanted!"
He thrust up into her, meeting her own thrusts, needing the feeling of her contracting around him. Heatedly, he rubbed her, letting the liquid drip down his arm as she started to orgasm for the second time. Pounding against her harder, he wanted to make her climax like she never had before. It was difficult not to get there just listening to her moans and watching her body take advantage of his own. Her tits were full and bouncing; her hips were spread wide, trapping him beneath her. As she finally made it to the peak of her high, she was nearly crushing his pelvis from her not-so-gentle fucking. Her screams came down to sighs; she fell forward, meeting him nose to nose. They kissed feverishly while their tongues battled one on one. Smiling, she let herself go limp on top of him, continuing to kiss his neck and shoulders.
As if suddenly recapturing reality, she realized he was still as hard as granite inside of her. "You didn't... get there?" she asked, out of breath.
He sat up, consequently letting her fall off of him. Mukuro sat across from him, spread eagle and still sopping. He made no attempt at trying not to stare.
Closing her legs, she continued, back in her normal attitude. "Well, you still got what you wanted, so you can't complain." His lack of a retort made her curious, so she remained silent.
Leaning forward onto his palms, he stalked toward her in a cat-like fashion. He fluidly enveloped her in a kiss, pushing her down with its force alone. With his lips against her ear, giving her shivers, he said, "You fucked me... I told you I wanted to fuck you." She trembled as the words rolled off of his tongue sultrily.
"I don't know if I ca--" Her sentence tapered off into a moan; he had already plowed into her, filling her until he was entirely buried inside.
He didn't give her much time to prepare for the next wave of his affections. He was still smirking as he pounded her, holding her ankles far apart. After only a few times of his prick rubbing up against that certain, sensitive spot, she was writhing beneath him, gripping his shoulders tightly. She melted into the sheets, thoroughly enjoying having the tables turned.
However, just as she was getting accustomed to the feeling of the sheets against her raw skin, he had scooped her up in his arms, standing next to the bed. She rested her elbows on his shoulders, her face only inches away from his own. Her legs bound his waist, and his arms wrapped around hers. Though his frame was smaller than her own, he was still incredibly strong. He held her up like it was nothing, bouncing her against him with ease. She let her head hang back; her hair clung all over her face from the sweat. Hiei ignored the painful sting from the metal of her arm digging into his collar bone; it only drove him further into their lovemaking. He held her close, trying to hit all of the right spots as he nearly split her in half from his vehement thrusts. A bead of sweat rolled down his brow, forcing him to shut an eye. Leaning forward, he raked his tongue across her nipple, sinking his teeth into it. She shouted, digging her nails into his back; he replied similarly, obtaining immense pleasure from the sharp little jabs in his skin. It eventually got to the point that she was hanging solely by her legs; her arms dangled lifelessly behind her, swaying with each sudden movement. He held her firmly by her hips, unwavering. Though she had thought it wouldn't come to this, her body was boiling up with the same feelings that it already had twice that evening. He could apparently sense it as well, slamming into her raw flesh even more roughly. His body was practically scalding; where their hips met felt like it could catch fire at any moment.
"Hiei..." Mukuro whispered, completely lost in the feeling. Her walls cupped him tightly, impatient. Tightening around his dick, another climax swept over her. It wasn't as mind shattering as the last, but it possessed a calm, gentle sensation that swallowed her whole, physically and emotionally.
Realizing this was his last chance, he gave himself the satisfaction of release. A growl broke free from the detainment of his chest, filling the room with his rapture. With a few, last thrusts into her body, he came so intensely that he immediately started shaking, nearly crushing her half broken body against his own in a passionate embrace.
Together for a moment they simply breathed and existed, waiting to collect themselves. The floor was icy against his feet, and it felt all the more strange when the hot fluid that had been flowing down his legs started to puddle around his heels. They began to sway, overtaken and weakened by the afterglow.
With a kind of sweetness Mukuro never expected Hiei to show directly, he kindly lowered her down onto the bed, handling her like glass. They stayed there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of each other's slick skin. He nuzzled his head against hers in a loving way, then stood.
She looked up at him, struggling to breathe. His black strands of hair were stuck haphazardly to his neck and face; the spikes were in complete disarray. He drew in air so hard she could see his ribs, and his skin seemed like it could melt away from the heat and the wetness. His erection was beginning to fade away, slathered by their intermingling juices that dripped down his thighs.
His eyes studied her as well, scanning constantly over her pale, though flushed, skin. Besides the obvious glare, she looked like she could have been asleep or even dead, limbs sprawled all over the bed.
Showing her teeth in a smile, she spoke. "See, my games aren't so bad..."
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