Post by Yuri Tokisaki on May 19, 2015 22:22:33 GMT -5
A series of grunts and growls escaped Yuri's lips, and she continued to squirm and struggle. Not only did her elbow jab fail to knock the girl off, it only escalated further with the so-called "feasting" on her neck. The blush on her face deepened, the chill in her spine resurfaced, and though she tried her best, her legs couldn't quite kick properly. This was certainly a position she never thought she'd be in.
Yuri was starting to sweat now, literally and figuratively. Hands on her shoulders kept her from leaning up, but that was the least of her worries at this point. A momentary relief passed through when Taerin moved away from her neck, but the lifting of her shirt and the acts that followed it tossed that out the window. She vocalized a painful shout when the smack hit her stomach, easily leaving behind a red coloration in the shape of Taerin's palm, but the sting was quickly overridden by... roughly the same thing she just felt on her neck.
The blush on Yuri's face had deepened to the greatest intensity. She still struggled, and yet... weird. Taerin's mouth work on her stomach almost sort of relieved the pain of that slap and bordered on feeling not so bad. Might have even felt a little goo-...
No, hell no was she going to think like that, especially with the following declaration of her attacker. Yuri started to panic, tugged against the binding on her wrists, only stopping once Taerin moved off of her. Her following pause was one of confusion, and if it weren't for heavy breaths in fatigue of her struggling, she'd have been totally silent.
... What a puzzling display of... guilt? Was that it?
"Eh-... Are you-..." Yuri started, stunned by Taerin's sudden behavior. She carefully sat herself up, leaned sideways against the bed she was dragged off of, and stared over at the blue-eyed girl with palpable caution. Weird. Why the heck did she suddenly feel sorry for someone who'd just finished molesting her?
Coughing briefly and finishing her sentence, Yuri added, "... Are you... okay..?"
Yuri was starting to sweat now, literally and figuratively. Hands on her shoulders kept her from leaning up, but that was the least of her worries at this point. A momentary relief passed through when Taerin moved away from her neck, but the lifting of her shirt and the acts that followed it tossed that out the window. She vocalized a painful shout when the smack hit her stomach, easily leaving behind a red coloration in the shape of Taerin's palm, but the sting was quickly overridden by... roughly the same thing she just felt on her neck.
The blush on Yuri's face had deepened to the greatest intensity. She still struggled, and yet... weird. Taerin's mouth work on her stomach almost sort of relieved the pain of that slap and bordered on feeling not so bad. Might have even felt a little goo-...
No, hell no was she going to think like that, especially with the following declaration of her attacker. Yuri started to panic, tugged against the binding on her wrists, only stopping once Taerin moved off of her. Her following pause was one of confusion, and if it weren't for heavy breaths in fatigue of her struggling, she'd have been totally silent.
... What a puzzling display of... guilt? Was that it?
"Eh-... Are you-..." Yuri started, stunned by Taerin's sudden behavior. She carefully sat herself up, leaned sideways against the bed she was dragged off of, and stared over at the blue-eyed girl with palpable caution. Weird. Why the heck did she suddenly feel sorry for someone who'd just finished molesting her?
Coughing briefly and finishing her sentence, Yuri added, "... Are you... okay..?"