Board Thread:Role Plays (Adult)/@comment-24487330-20140619233536/@comment-24487330-20140706185534

Camo wasn't entirely sure what Sanguis was doing when she reached out for his neck, but he wasn't kept in suspense for long: a jolt of pressure and pain from one of her fingernails brought him out of his perverse fantasy, and he came crashing to the ground again as she stole his leg out from underneath him, his dagger pulling free of her leg as they fell for the lacking length of his arm. A familiar feeling of vulnerability immobilized him as he found her pinning him down just like before, and he gasped in shock and anguish as she clamped down on his skin some more. It wasn't drawing blood or anything, but the pain was still substantial, though one might argue that he was just that sensitive. Fear of being torn up in her clutches began to rush back into him...at least until she softly took his weapon hand in her own and whispered allusions to amorous intent.

The archer winced and shut his eyes tight as Sanguis guided his dagger to carve into the upper crest of her torso; he was alright with a nick or two on the leg, like before, but getting so close to her vitals was unnerving, even if she was doing the harm herself. He simply kept his fingers around the hilt of his weapon and allowed her to steer it where she wanted it to go, but he didn't apply too much pressure on his own for fear of inflicting mortal damage. He felt more resistance and heard the blade slicing through fabric after several seconds, though, and was compelled to open his eyes again, just in time to see her chest laid bare through the part in her clothing. Whether it was the hypnotic sway of her liberated bosom as she straightened up or the innumerable scars covering her entire body, he must have been staring, because she shortly called him out on it. This prompted him to turn his head and look away, his entire face reddening further at the notice of his blunder.

It seemed obvious that Camo was trying to distance himself from the event at hand to keep his calm (and possibly some imagined shred of dignity), but Sanguis wasn't going to let that happen. She directed his hands again, leading his dagger to cut into her upper leg while filling his free hand with the mass of one of her breasts. He glanced back just for a moment at what he was doing, but when she leaned into him and started taunting him with more of her erotic persuasion, he found himself fixated on her topless figure. No woman had ever bared herself to him like this before, but even disregarding that fact, the impact of her presentation was significant. If asked, he could've found appeal in every asset of her body; even her morbid collection of scars had an odd allure in his eyes.

But where exactly to go from there? Camo was lost for an answer; he was already uncomfortable with the situation, but even more so now that the two of them were getting up close and personal. The color filling his visage now radiated a vivid scarlet as he considered the possibilities, foreign and sexual as they must have been in his mind. Eventually, though, he did take the initiative, using both hands to serve two different purposes. While he dug his dagger's edge into Sanguis' leg and drew a chasm to her thigh to further excite her, his opposite hand released its grip and slid gently onto her chest, where it started tracing the myriad of scars visible from his position. If this encounter was going any further, the one thing he wanted was to become more comfortable with her body, to know the feeling of its surface by touch and to feel its reactions to his every move. If her patience would allow him that much, all his practice meditating might suddenly pay off in a way he had neither intended nor expected...

((Your last post was pretty good, actually. It took some liberties, sure, but I was kind of counting on that, since I was starting to run short of ideas to advance anyway. Camo's about to get a little creative with one of his proficiencies; if San has any specific sensitivities that might be revealed through his "probing", feel free to make them known if you don't mind him capitalizing on them.))