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[bartenderbitch]

"Yeah, yeah, leave a message and I'll get back to you at some point."

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[weirdnecro]

[She barks a laugh, shaking her head.]

Well, you ever want to put me in a uniform for fun...let me know.

[She considered. Bit her lip. And a huff, before her hands slid down to the small of his back to grind against him again, offering a shuddery little sigh. Control? What control. She can talk and enjoy foreplay at the same time!

...for now at least.]

The dressing was...well, just a way to show you were taking your title and abilities as Overlord seriously. Of course people would take someone having power as a challenge- or a quick way to rise.

...funny enough...[Give her a moment she's distracted,] The creepiest part? Is the smile. The deer stuff just sounds...cute.

I might have to make fun if he has deer hooves.

[bartenderbitch]

Bold of you to assume I had uniforms. [... Well, okay, he did, but still.

He can't help a soft bit of a snort as she makes her choice on this, the hand that had been on her waist sliding back down to press his claws against her. Not enough to remotely do any sort of damage, but he does enjoy at least the pressure of them.]

Guess that's what it was, hadn't worn anything like that since that whole fucking holiday business. Didn't really feel right to. Funny thing about it, though? Can't say I miss any of it.

[A small bit of a hum, he doesn't mind giving her a moment.] You ain't wrong about the smile part. We're all sharp teeth and his smile is... it ain't natural, guess that's why the stupid fucker does the radio shit.

[SOKIE, PLEASE.]

I wouldn't know, I'm not around him when he has his shoes off or anything?

[weirdnecro]

Husk? You absolutely had them, lets not lie.

And I bet I could pick some up downstairs, even if they're Earth uniforms.

[She has to take a few moments to tilt her head back, offering a deep sigh of pleasure. Oh...that felt good. Especially with that pressure helping her get right in the spot she wanted.]

M-m. Well. It takes...effort to dress up. I don't even do it normally- I just like the suits. It-it can take me a bit of incentive to get me into a dress these days.

[Though she's regretting it, a little, for other reasons. Ahem. She offered a huff of laughter, squirming against him.]

You think it's stitched on? Glasglow smile or a curse?

...I bet I could fill his shoes with glitter and we can find out.

Glitter...sand...bugs. All-all sorts of things.

[bartenderbitch]

Nothing particularly interesting about them, I promise you that.

[Ugh, she really does make it hard to focus on conversations, but he's glad he at least has pants on that are loose enough to where he's not entirely mad about this. Even if he's being good and not moving his own hips, just keeping his actions to this touch. He should probably finish his cigar at some point, but this is... more interesting, really.]

Aww, do you not want to look like a pretty little delicate thing? [His words could not be dripping with more sarcasm than they currently are with that. He sighs, faking being put out while he puts that cigar back down to free his hand to lightly tease claws against her throat.] Be easier to rip off like those fucking awful novels and porn, too.

Now that I can't tell you, but his "actual" demon form does having fuckin' stitching along the edges of his lips, so make of that what you will.

[He is so not purring, not at all.]

So many possibilities. I'm sure every single one of them would piss him off, too.

[weirdnecro]

Well, you could have me put one on for fun. Just...a moment of possessiveness. Or something. That'd be fun. If-if you like uniforms.

[Not everyone did! But she was enjoying being a squirming mess on his lap. Her pants are tight enough that she can enjoy the contact. And it makes her move against him a little harder. She could help him with the cigar but...

She was distracted with the fun she was having right now. She offered a huffy little sigh, making a face at him. ]

I'm too muscled to look delicate Husk, you know...that.

[Oh. Oh. She lost the thread of conversation at the sensation of his claws against her throat. Welp, she forgot to speak for a few moments. She had to take a moment to swallow, and felt her body shake out of want.]

Uh...right.

[Real smooth. She blinked, needing to take a few moments to remember her thought process- and what he had said.]

If he does come here, we'll fuck with him, stitch mouth or not. It'll be well deserved.

[Give her a second, she needs to lean her neck into those claws.]

[bartenderbitch]

I do, these just weren't all that interesting when I look back on it.

[Hey, who would he be if he didn't appreciate her being a squirming mess like this? Even if he's very specifically doing the least amount of helping with this and letting her do as she pleases. Someone might be a little curious to see how little he can do before she's whining at him about it, it's fine, he can keep pretending. Even if he physically won't be able to for much longer, oh well.]

What happened to pretending? [Why not tease her a little about it. And be far too amused at her silence with those claws, unable to hide the grin. It's just a conversation, isn't it?]

It will.

[Fuck it, conversation is not as important anymore and he'll happily press them in just a little while being perfectly careful to not dig into skin while leaning in with a low rumbling purr to her ear.]

Having fun grinding against me like a bitch in heat?

[weirdnecro]

You could design a new one...for fun.

[Well, so much for just a conversation. He's got her, and she knows it. She made a soft noise- a whimper, if someone wasn't feeling generous- as he taunted and rumbled into her ear.

Her fingers dug into his back, and she had to close her eyes.]

I-I got distracted.

[Hush! She felt her skin burn and she squirmed- less of a grind, and far more of a helpless motion on top of him. Seemed she had teased herself a little too much.]

You gonna let me get away with humping you like this? Or should I go, take care of myself?

[She's not pleading yet. But she's clearly on the cusp of it.]

[bartenderbitch]

[Really, it's funny because he hadn't really been trying to this time around. But he's not at all mad about it if he's honest. Especially since he's taking how close he is to his advantage and lowering his head to her throat while his claws more to her shoulder so he can tease those sharp teeth against the skin.]

You think your legs would even let you move if you tried? [He's pretty certain the answer is now and just to be an ass he's casually running his tongue up to her chin instead, that purring not stopping for a single moment.]

I would've preferred for you to ask permission before doing any of that, but here we are and you haven't even apologized for it. Why should I let you get off?

[weirdnecro]

[She gasped, her body trembling under his touch, out of sheer want. She has to close her eyes, and try to swallow- get some control back. Some thought in her head, so she could get some sass in.

But the nipping- and moreover the drag of his tongue, rough against her skin- has all thoughts go right out the window.

She offered a gaspy little moan, her hips surging up, helpless under his touch.]

Because- because-I'll be good. I'll-I'll- let me apologize.

[She couldn't stand up if she tried. And she did try, from the way her legs moved- but there wasn't any strength in them to even push up.]

Husk...Husk please.

[Yeah that didn't take long, but she was already pretty worked up, and the (not) threat of getting her throat squeezed...

She's a bit of a mess.]

[bartenderbitch]

[It's a sight to be seen and it's not as if he's going to turn down a prime opportunity like this, especially not while she's slipping so easily into that role that he doesn't have to do much.

A soft laugh escapes him as he pulls back finally, tail tightening around her middle just to reminder her that she's not going anywhere even if her legs didn't properly fit.]

And just how are you planning to apologize? You can barely keep yourself together while I'm barely having to do anything to have you whimpering like this... [As if he's going to not do anything, but the threat of it is absolutely still there and he's casually moving his hand off her shoulder back to her throat to loosely wrap it around her throat properly this time.]

Isn't it just so good that I'm merciful enough to let you try when I could just push you to the floor and take you without resistance? Because that's what demons do, you know.

[weirdnecro]

[Really, today? Today is easy mode for Husk. Girl worked herself right up and all he had to do was make a few nudges here or there and she was ready to please.

Her sigh was half relieved, half disappointed, even as she felt her body shake- and she ended up whimpering again out of sheer want as she felt his claws around her throat.

Gods above and below she wanted him to squeeze. Though she...might become a mess if he did.]

I-I do want to try. To please you. To apologize to you.

[She swallowed, and tried to remember how to breathe slowly. Because him taking her anywhere he wanted...

woof, she'd enjoy that way too much.]

Even if I can't stand. Though if that's what you want- if you want to be a demon to me- that's up to you. Of course.

[She sucked her lip. That tail squeezing her...what a tease.]

Whatever you want, I want to do it for you.