Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-23309369-20140706042832

San placed a hand on Camo's neck, absentmindedly she pressed a fingernail into his skin, not hard enough to pierce it, but enough to leave a red mark on his flesh. She pulled away slightly, the blood in her mouth dripped from her exposed tongue, it dripped down onto her shirt, staining the fabric with some more red. She smirked at him as one of her hands moved to the wall at her back, she quickly wrapped a foot around one of his legs, and pushed forwards, causing them to return to their previous positions on the ground, her on top of him. By doing this the knife in her leg shifted and twisted slightly in the wound, which caused her to moan quietly as she got in a better position. Almost carefully she shifted her legs until she was in almost a sitting position, she looked down at him as she sat on his waist.

Though it moved, the blade in her leg was still causing her damage, which caused her to almost reluctantly look at it. She leaned forward, putting her cleavage in his line of sight as she dug her nails into the base of his neck, she still refrained from actually causing him damage however. "I think that's enough playing around," she stated, she leaned back, her hand still on his neck," time to have some real fun."

As she continued to tease his skin with one hand, her other moved to her leg, gripping the knife. When she felt his hand on the grip of the blade she simply smiled at him, she looked down at his hand as her nails danced on his knuckles. "You seem nervous," she commented in what could only be a playful tone," here...let me help."

She grabbed his hand and forced him to pull the blade away from her leg, the wound bled briefly before it started to close up like the other wounds. From there she pushed his hand, and therefore the knife, to her chest, her cleavage more specifically. With some force she made the tip of the knife stick into the skin on her sternum, before she "guided" the blade down. The edge of the blade cut open her shirt as the tip dug a shallow trench on her skin, the healing skin chased the traveling knife somewhat closely. When the blade reached the bottom of her sternum the shirt was no longer capable of holding her breasts, which bounced at their sudden release.

Now she pulled the tip of the blade from her skin, finally moving her other hand away from his neck she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and angled the blade to cut the rest of the fabric. The edge easily cut through the fabric, and dug into the skin on her finger and thumb, which she paid little mind to as they healed quickly.

She moved his hand back to her leg, causing the edge to dig back into her skin before she removed what used to be a shirt off of herself and tossed it to the side. "That's better," she sighed before she smirked at him," like the view?"

She leaned back slightly, giving him a clear view of her large, uncovered chest, as well as the numerous scars on her skin. She ran a finger over the skin that she had just cut mere moments ago, though healed, the tinted skin in her cleavage was hard to miss, even with the large orbs at its sides. Her finger kept moving down, it crossed over to his empty hand and grabbed the limb, quickly forcing him to press his palm against one of her breasts, meanwhile her other hand laid on his knife hand, prompting him into motion. "You don't have to just look," she stated as she leaned forward slightly," it'd be rude if only I were to have fun."

(Hope this is fine, kinda doin some pseudo-controlling with this but....well... this is what I came up with, hope I'm not stomping on your toes too much v.v   if I am just let me know)