Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-23309369-20140612031327/@comment-23309369-20140616050044

San felt her blade stop moving by her command, she looked Saffron right in the eye as he reeled back a fist. She met his violent expression with one of her own, her lips curled into a sinister smile. Her eyes flicked to his guantlet for a split second, its small spikes teased her as the weapon was set on a path to her chest, which she wasn't against, damn I hope that packs as much of a punch as it looks......

Although she was extremely tempted to just take the shot and be done with it, that wasn't exactly why she was there. With slight disappointment she shifted forwards, her foot looped around the back of Saffron's as she pushed herself towards him. Despite moving closer to him and therefore not getting hit by the full brunt of the attack, the edges of the weapon still grazed her side, and given her lowered aura, tore up the skin they touched. San's shirt was now torn and getting a lazy dye of red as she placed her head less that an inch away from Saffron's, pleasure lanced through her nerves from the damage on her side, which she cursed for looking much worse than it really was. Still moving forward, she managed to cause Saffron's weight to shift and, given the placement of her foot, the two of them ended up tipping over and falling to the ground, San on top of Saffron.

San laid on top of the slightly shorter male for a few seconds, her large breasts were pressed up against his collarbones. She raised her torso up on her hands while her hips and legs continued to somewhat cradle his own as she looked down on him through her half-lidded eyes. She looked at him for a few seconds before she turned her attention to the wound now on her side which tore her shirt a considerable amount, the tear ended below her breast and ran along her abs down to her hip, ribbons hung from the torn cloth. She ran a hand over her raw skin, tracing the large number of scrapes with a fingernail, her nail prompting the wounds to stay open just a little longer, oh that's nice~.

She turned her barely reddened face back to him as her wound lazily dripped blood onto his own clothes. Leaning back towards him her breasts pressed against him once more, her eyes swam over his features, he seems....fine.....all things considered...

She leaned back slightly and tapped his nose with her clean index finger, holding up her other bloody thumb, which she first rotated 90 degrees before giving him a thumbs down. She cocked her head as she did so, obviously making the action a question if he was alright.