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You awaken amidst the darkness with only a faint light to greet you. Your body is hemmed in by shards of crystals, gently sparkling and possibly pricking your skin. The surrounding landscape is dyed in the pinks and purples of the dusk filled with crystals protruding from the ground, some as large as a skyscraper. Even the few shy moon creatures you find in the wild have strange crystal growths on their hides. This is far from home— perhaps a dream? You pinch your skin and slap your cheeks, yet nothing seems to do the trick. Searching for answers yields nothing but an endless expanse of purple dust as far as the eye can see. You have four options: one, panic; two, soil yourself; three, admire it all then soil yourself; or four, go into survival mode. Eventually, you’ll realize that you’re not alone.

After a day or two of living off the crystal wilderness, a group of people find you worse for wear. They are the gallant Moon Knights from the planet of Prismatica. After the strange phenomenon during the past months when scientists observed the sudden appearance of rainbow crystals in the sky, the government has been feverishly combing through the moon for more Moonblessed to be rescued. You’ll eventually be brought into Iris’s moon government center.

You all may have your usual inquiries — Where are we? Who are you? What's going on? Why did I inhale all those permanent markers in the third grade? — and the Prismals are almost too eager to answer. They tell you about their world and about the first appearance of the Moonblessed as the medical staff give you an examination to make sure you’re not carrying any viruses or biological hazards. If you react violently, you may be restrained and nerfed with a specialized neurotransmitting gun that releases a numbing agent through the top of your spine. Once the examinations are over, you’re informed that you will be provided accommodations on their planet during your stay.

While waiting for transport to be prepared, you may freely roam around the government center. Eventually you’re called back from exploring, escorted to the docks, and led onto a large transport vessel that makes frequent trips back and forth between the moons and the planet. Faces onboard vary from both old and new Moonblessed as well as the local Prismals. The next destination: Prismatica.

▶ Whip It Good
Iris Moon, Government Center (Arrival) and Planet Prismatica, City of Lunatia | top

Welcome to Prismatica’s hub, Lunatia, the city of your dreams! A bustling metropolis lush with bright lights, vibrant colors, luxuriant plant life, and all the conveniences of technology absent from your own world… It seems like paradise to all the uninitiated. After a quick tour of the city, new arrivals can find themselves getting cozy in their new homes.

A Settle in your new home at Level 2 to find new roommates and say hello to your neighbors! City officials will give you directions to the designated districts across Level 2 and instruct you to pick out a unit. Each apartment complex has a different aesthetic, some may look cozy, some stylish, and some bizarre. The free accommodations have a basic living space that can only fit two or three people at most in one unit.

Starter Chromaspace furnishings are provided which can be controlled with the touch of a built-in panel. Examples are color-changing curtains, transforming sofa beds, cabinets turning into tables, etc. Customizing your apartment or moving out will have to wait until you earn more chroma. Until then, why don’t you check out your new neighborhood or explore the city levels? Maybe your new roommates or neighbors can give you a “hand” with allowance for dinner.

B At the Crystarium Moonports is a new family restaurant called Grapplebears, here to serve your favorite dishes from all around the galaxy at affordable prices! The menu ranges from the atomically hot and spicy Chamakshalan curry rice, delectable dragonsaur steak served with mashed space-tatoes, to the sweet and creamy Lunatian milkshakes that bring all the boys to the yard, all prepared by their handsome and huggable bear crew.

As you might have noticed, the restaurant staff is a ragtag group with members from planets unknown to both Prismals and Moonblessed. The waiters and waitresses in particular are tall, muscular, leather-clad bears who take your order by whipping you with a special riding crop that compels you to bark out your order — but only if you ask to be, of course! They might induce you to reveal other unrelated interests so make sure you’re not thinking about anything embarrassing!

If you chat up the staff or customers, you learn more about the restaurant’s origins. The bears say their planets* were also wiped by the Calamity hundreds of years ago, and life for them has been difficult for them since then…

*Further information about these planets is unavailable at this time.

▶ Night of the Living Dummy
City of Lunatia | top

The last vestiges of Geistnacht have officially passed and the first chilly autumn breeze ushers in the new season. The city is awash in giant piles of browning leaves that decorate every walkway.

A To deal with the mass collection of fallen leaves, many buildings across the city have been retrofitted with a new disposal system to help clean up. A sprawling network of automated vacuum tubes around the city will efficiently suck all those pesky leaves right up. While children love playing inside and using them to “teleport” around Lunatia, they have also been known to spontaneously suck up anyone who’s not too careful. You may find yourself falling on some hapless bystander on their afternoon walk, or crammed in a tube with your new neighbors. Lunar Scientia officials warn everyone to be careful of where you walk, else you might need to crawl your way to sweet freedom.

B A pop-up shop in Level 1 is attracting much of the locals' attention, run by a peddler who speaks in a low, elongated hiss and wears a hood over his face. He assures you that his face is of no consequence. What is more important is his selection of wares! In contrast to his cloaked, enigmatic appearance, his travel cart is a Barbie pink explosion of frills, hearts, glitter. He will tell all visitors he comes from the Valley of the Crimson Serpents, which Prismals and older Moonblessed arrivals find odd. Wasn’t the Sanguis moon uninhabitable?

Among the peddler’s wares are adorable, wide-eyed and heavily perfumed dolls in all sorts of clothes a child dreaming of rainbows and tea parties could ever ask for. Hug and squeeze a doll, and you will be greeted by a pre-recorded voice telling you how they’re your bestest friend ever. It’s like they were made for lovin’ you! But if you look away for one moment, you can almost swear you hear a snake’s hiss, its long tongue licking the shell of your ear… The next time you see the doll, its body will be in a slightly different position or location. Is it… following you? Fortunately, a minimal amount of moonlacing will make it leave you alone. You can wait it out too, but why would you?

Destroy a doll and it will later reappear wherever you are when you least expect it, good as new, but leaking from their porcelain heads is a strange pink, glitter-covered liquid. The peddler calls it the “love juice” giving the doll an extra dose of affection for you.

▶ Bird is the Word
Level 2, Greatmoon Groves | top

As autumn paints Lunatia with its golden hues, pumpkin decorations and desserts are now in vogue. This is thanks to Chroma-infused pumpkin seeds, which allow them to rapidly grow in all sorts of sizes, shapes, and colors. The Moonblessed are invited to visit one of the largest pumpkin patches in the city housed within the Greatmoon Groves, where they can enjoy the sight of oversized, colorful neon and sparkling semi-phallic pumpkins, expertly carved to greet you with their buck-toothed smiles.

A The pumpkin patch is full of toddler-sized creatures called hugbugs. When they are not tending to the pumpkins, they follow the Moonblessed around, requesting hugs and treats in exchange for their obedience.

Reward them and they will do simple errands for you and give you compliments. They will also be your personal hype men, talking up your strengths, talents, and physical assets to all those special someones you’re trying to impress. Once you earn their trust, they will be your friends for life!

Ignore them, hurt them, or bully them, and they will cry and place a curse upon you, reducing your self-esteem to nothing and magically forcing you to cry along with them. The effects of the curse may last for up to a week if you’re not careful! But how could you do such a thing? The hugbugs are sensitive and want somebody to love.

B If you manage to survive your encounter with the hugbugs, you are welcome to join in on the Prismal knitting group and enjoy creating your own fanciful scarf made of Galadrian thread, which is known for its bright, golden sheen and aromatic properties. Give it to a friend or wear it yourself, and you will notice a strange ability to attract animals and insects of all kinds. Live out your Disney Princess fantasy! Or a Hitchcockian nightmare. It’s all a matter of perspective as a whole flock of honking birds comes bounding towards you.

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[So there was another advocate for the idea that this place was exactly as the “Prismals” on the moon base had presented it. Hazuki still isn’t swayed fully from the theory that this was an elaborate scheme perpetrated by a rival faction Contractor, but... if there was a Contractor out there capable of inducing this level of hallucination...]

Define “simple”.

[She’d heard a few things by now. Some from stuttering virgin types, some from more smooth operators, but... she was more interested in a colder fact right now.

As much as she did enjoy the stuttering virgin type... Now wasn’t the time.

It was, however, the time to drink. Never enough to impair, but... the memory of drunken haze from the time before she’d become a Contractor was enough to nourish her now.]

Innocent physical contacts, like hand-holding and hugs. The simplest form of moonlacing. It's not the fastest form of recovery, but it is still an effective method and in due time it will heal all wounds.

[Will it take all night? Probably, Soundwave never experienced broken limb before, or seen it on someone, one could only garner an estimate for how long it'll take. But such innocent contacts aren't the only simple way of moonlacing she knows of.]

Of course, there are the more, ah... simple, intimate acts that provide a faster recovery as well as a better moonlacing experience. Like, sex.

[Out and said it. As gauche as the topic is, Soundwave is an adult by Cybertronian's standard, it's nothing that should get her embarrassed and stuttering about. Though her cheeks end up flushing hot pink in the end, which she tries to mask by taking a sip of her glass.]

Innocent...

[The single word is repeated with just a hint of cynicism in her voice, muffled just slightly in the echo of her glass as her gaze slides to the right in order to look at the other woman again.

Blushing. She looked more fetching that way.

For a moment she recalls a different blush on a different woman, but the thought sours quickly and she forces it aside, instead focusing on the current situation, the information the woman was confirming for her. Or at least... adding to the count she was assembling of those who were professing the same things.]

Are you speaking from personal experience? That sex heals wounds here?

[Hazuki could not have a more opposite expression on her face, despite the fact that they were discussing the exact same topic.]

[As much as Soundwave tries to keep up the cool persona, sex is a topic she rarely talked so openly about with a stranger, and the shyness is apparent with how the blush still remains while they're on the topic. It doesn't help any that Hazuki's asking about personal experience because she does in fact had sex before.

But it's for the purpose of information, so she nods affirmatively to the other woman's questions.]

... Yes. At least with minor injuries with my personal experience. Admittedly, I'm not completely certain if moonlacing could heal a broken limb, but my assumption is that it will still heal after enough Chroma was provided through sex.

[She won't bring up the fact that moonlacing somehow bring back the spirit of dead Moonblessed back to the living, because that's one hell of a special occasion.]

[Despite the obvious shyness, the signs that might make a more sympathetic human apologize for asking or putting her on the spot... Hazuki's expression doesn't change. If it does, just the most minute of shifts... it grows slightly sharper.

Hungrier?

The arm isn't broken, merely recovering from a bad dislocation. Her ribs, well. Yes, those are cracked. But she doesn't correct her. Instead, she leans in. Perhaps it will be taken as a kindness, that she needn't raise her voice about such a topic in order to be heard...]

How much, would you say?

[But it isn't.]

["How much, would you say?"

When she heard those words leaving her mouth, breath hitting one side of her ear, something begins to stir within her stomach. It's not a bad feeling necessarily. It's more accurate to describe it as nervous anticipation for something to come. Soundwave's not certain if the woman's directness and harsh whisper are worse than being teased over the shyness.

Excitement is building up regardless of which, and her body froze a bit when a switch is suddenly flipped. Her cheeks only grow redder as she answers in a nearly hushed tone.]

An entire night's worth of Moonlacing, perhaps...

[Or is it that she wants the entire night to be occupied? Either way, glowing crimson eyes flutter woozily over to Hazuki as if silently saying to take her away. Whilst the topic itself brings out her shyness, she doesn't shy away from the act itself.]

[It's a reaction she likes to see.

Not having the emotional capacity to feel much in the way of offense if she were to be rejected didn't mean that Hazuki couldn't feel something like satisfaction when something went her way... even if the underlying motivations were far more logic-driven.

If it worked as people said, she would be healed, and no longer hindered by her injuries in a world in which she did not know how yet to operate, did not know yet how much to anticipate in the realms of threat and violence. Not only that, but it would supposedly supply her with funds, more so than if she did "innocent" things.

If it didn't work, it would confirm an entirely different theory. And if it was pleasurable... that was merely a plus.]

Does it matter who does what, or what exactly is touched? This "moonlacing"?

[Hazuki leans even closer, her own voice lower, her gaze almost too direct, too piercing after she lingers on the shallow rise and fall of bosom, the flutter of lashes.]

Or could I do whatever I liked?

[Logic-driven, emotionally-driven... Whatever the motivation is fine, they'll both get something incredible at the end of the night.

Her eyes locked onto Hazuki's piercing gaze, breathing steady. Soundwave drowns out the background noises inside the bar, and focuses only on the other woman's voice. Perhaps it's her submissive side taking over her being now, but she finds herself getting charmed by Hazuki more and more.]

It doesn't. Do whatever pleases you... So long as we both get enjoyment out of it.

[And of course, consent. But that's seemingly established at this point. Before they go about moonlacing, she gulps down all the content of her glass, and then places it gently back on the table. Her mind's a bit dizzy, but she's now fully prepared.]

I believe... I saw a hotel outside. Unless you have another place in mind.

[If Hazuki were to make guesses (though she didn't like guessing) she'd think one would have to directly touch the wounds at least, or that the injured party would need to receive...

But. That was what experimenting was for.

Her lip twitches up just slightly in the corners, something like a smile when she receives the answer she desired, reaching out to skim her fingers along the edge of the other woman's empty glass, an idle-looking motion that was anything but.]

I saw it, too.

[This might be when another would ask their name, but Hazuki doesn't. Instead, she holds the other's gaze just a moment longer before she withdraws to drain her own drink in a less-than-ladylike shot, wiping the edge of her lips with the back of her hand... and pulling a hotel card key from her pocket with a small flash.

A Contractor was always prepared. And she wasn't about to enter the vulnerabilities of intimacy without having scouted the location first.

Sliding from her stool with another affected (but not wholly false) wince, Hazuki turns to leave the bar behind, looking back over her shoulder.]

Coming?

[By the look of a hunter sighting prey on her face... she might be soon.]

[And like a prey seeing bait dangling in front of her, she takes it in good faith.

Wordlessly, Soundwave leaves her stool and quickly catches up to Hazuki's side. Once she's to her side, her hand brushes against the back of Hazuki's free hand, sending a bit of Chroma through and as a silent means to take her hand. Whether or not she takes it, she'll follow her out of the bar regardless.

Finding the door to the cold night outside, Soundwave holds it open for her to leave first before following suit. Evidently she doesn't wear clothes that would warm... well, anyone up, but the chilly air doesn't bother her at all as they head to the hotel. If her spark would beat like a human's heart, it would be beating like crazy right now, but instead, her chest feels like it's overheating.

Despite the quiet anticipation, she does has manners. Manners she learned throughout her time in Lunatia.]

My name is Soundwave. And before you ask, it's my actual name. [...] What's yours?

[Perhaps it was intended earlier that she didn't ask for names, but if they really are going to do this, she'd like to know the name of her moonlacing partner.]

[The brush of hand brings Hazuki's gaze downwards, sharp, too fast, always ready to anticipate attack or motion intended for something less savory... but no. The woman desires a show of affection, and since it costs her nothing to provide it... she does, making sure to wrap her fingers around Soundwave's in a way that was firm, but not too constricting... just enough that if she tried something funny it would be easy to break fingers.

And speaking of "Soundwave"-]

That does sound like a code name.

[So it was worth providing the extra details. The Black Reaper, Izanami, August 7th... It sounded more like a Contractor than a young woman. And perhaps it was- She hadn't yet been able to prove this situation's reality either way. All she could do was continue forward.]

I'm Mina.

[It's not her real name, but it's been her fake name long enough that it comes out believable.

She may not have two arms working, but someone is leaving the hotel as they approach, and, like a gentleman... Hazuki knocks the back of her sturdy shoe into the door to stop it closing, a calculated kick flicking it open for them. Ladies first.

And as they approach the room she'd reserved in preparation for exactly this (well, the act, it hadn't mattered to her much the who), the room closest to the fire escape, Hazuki speaks as if they were already alone.]

If there's something you prefer, you should say it now.

[So she's been told. Sounding like a codename, it gets a bit of an eye roll, a bit of uncharacteristic of Soundwave but it's the point where it's not even amusing anymore. Soundwave is a normal name where she's from- if anyone has weird names, it's the humans. Especially those with weirdly long names that made it hard to pronounce at times. But she's been with humans long enough to know what a normal name would be like, and "Mina" sounds believable enough to not question the validity.

My, that's certainly a way to keep the door from closing. Soundwave had intended to hold the door open herself if her other arm raising is anything to go by, but she gives her thanks as she enters the building, tugging Mina along. Then, she asked her a question that she could've at least waited until they found privacy... Which gets her a look from Soundwave, before she whispers her preference.]

Be rough with me. That's all.

[The same thing she'd said to Marie when they first had sex, a gentle and kind friend and an absolute dom on the bed. But she's not with the Queen right now. No, she's with Mina, and thus she should hope she'd be pinned down when they're on the bed.]

[A slight rise of eyebrows is all that betrays what Hazuki thinks about that. Unexpected, but not unwelcome. It was far easier to keep control of a situation when she didn't have to be gentle, so she has no complaints at all, finally releasing Soundwave's hand... but only to get the room door open.

Once they're inside, she near mechanically checks the corners, turns up the lights just slightly... and locks the door behind them, her answer finally coming on the heels of the solid click.]

I can do that.

[Fingers that had held her hand a moment before take to it again... but only to slide up to her wrist, moving in closer... and before more than a blink she has it pinned above the other woman's pale hair, making them more even... but she has better plans for Soundwave's other arm than putting it in a sling.]

Unbutton your shirt.

[She can't do it herself, not yet, not unless this moonlacing really did heal like people claimed... But until then, she cuts off any chance at retort or answer, demanding it in action instead as she moves to claim her lips in a demanding kiss.]

[That's not quite the rough treatment she had in mind... A grunt of pain escapes through gritted teeth when her arm is forced in a sling. But before even a word of protest could be voiced, her lips are pressed against a set of another, her words compromised with a rough kiss. However, instead of struggling, instead of dematerializing the avatar right here and now, she goes against her better judgment and let herself be controlled. She's taken completely by the demanding kiss, squeezing her eyes shut, whining a moan in her throat as the pleasant chroma cycling between the two of them.

She does as told; Her other hand reaches for the topmost button first, going down one by one, until all the buttons are undone. Soundwave pulls one side of her shirt and lets it fall over her shoulder, exposing the fact she's not wearing a bra at all. One pair of her bare breast and a hardened nipple.]

[Hazuki's presence is demanding, controlling, threatening to overwhelm and dictate to those who don't take measures to prevent it. But though her grip on Soundwave's wrist is tight, though her kiss is thorough, they are not cruel, nor does she necessarily delight in discomfort itself. She adjusts the angle of the other woman's arm so that it strains instead of pains, she gives her a chance to breath when she releases the kiss-

But she stays close enough that their lips still brush when she speaks, gaze flicking down as her low voice takes on the slightest of teasing tones.]

No bra, hmm?

[Perhaps she truly had lucked out, to find someone who possibly had the exact same hope for how their night would go in that bar.

Dragging her hand down, short nails a steady pressure along her forearm, Hazuki briefly releases Soundwave's arm... but only to slip down to her yet covered breast, cupping it in her hand and beginning to teasingly rub her thumb over the nipple though the cool slide of cloth.

She only has a short time to answer before Hazuki nips back in to a kiss, still slightly thrown off by the warmth produced by moonlacing, by touch. It was more heat than should be produced by such actions, but whether it was an illusion she was trapped in or not... her body was feeling it nonetheless.]

Edited 2019-11-13 03:26 (UTC)

[Despite her arm being in an uncomfortable position, the combination of the surprising care put into the kiss and the making of sweet Chroma relaxed Soundwave more than they should have, enough to completely ignore the discomfort. She pants when their lips are released and opens her eyes to see Mina still close, lips closed to be touching with hers. How lovely this has turned out.]

At least warned me first, Mina. Or thrown me onto the bed.

[Those are the words that come out first when she regains her breathing. Despite the indignant wording, she doesn't actually sound pissed at all. Perhaps a little bit miffed, but otherwise her tone is mostly soft and even, wanting herself to be in such a position in this power dynamic. Suspicions had Soundwave believe she could be rough, but he may have underestimated how rough she could really be. Still, there is care put into her treatment, the kiss being an example. She sees potential in this relationship.

Her comment on her lack of bra causes her eyes to look away, somewhat embarrassed to be found out. It was going to be found out regardless, but still... Her nipples are the most sensitive part of, and so when her breast is seized (arm freed at last) and the nipple teased over the fabric, a quiet moan leaves her.]

Mm-- I- I was hoping--

[That's all she can answer before her lips are taken again. But this time, she accepts the kiss wholeheartedly and presses them against Hazuki's.

They're already naturally making Chroma right now, but Soundwave wants to drive more Chroma so that the healing process would quicken.... so that Mina could have more control. It's not the Iris moon, but she nevertheless generously lends her reserved Chroma into Hazuki while boldly slipping her tongue in the other woman's mouth. The taste of her lips, the inside of her mouth- she has a need.]

[Her first words elicit only a hum, no promises, unwilling to admit the extent of her range of movement and how limited it was by her injuries. Moving onto the bed would expose her weaknesses far more than standing did, and for now... she wasn't willing to be vulnerable.

Why, then, for half a moment, did that moan sound so very close to one she has heard before? For a brief space of thought, she imagines a different face, a different softness, a presence she had actually just begun to-

No. She was dead, a cold, half-naked corpse on the floor, mangled by torture and lips crimson with blood. A sight she'd seen plenty of times in her life, caused on more than one occasion... So Hazuki dismisses it the moment she's capable, shuns it with the label of irrationality and instead pinches the nipple beneath her fingers to elicit another of those pleasured sounds and throws herself into the kiss Soundwave offers. Reminds herself of the differences, the wrong color hair, the wrong eyes, the way she didn't giggle and squirm away from her touch in ticklish reaction-

You don't kiss to pay your obeisance and not get good at it, even if she did have to kiss men. But Hazuki prefers softer lips like this, the taste of the earlier alcohol still tart on her tongue. Off balance with her left arm in the sling, she braces her right on the wall in order to slide her knee up to press in between Soundwave's thighs, urging her to spread them for her and let her closer as the peculiar warmth of chroma spreads through her veins like some kind of poison... or like medicine.

The pain in her ribs is ebbing.]

Hoping... for what?

[The question is slipped in between the consuming press of tongue and lips, willing to hear the rest... perhaps even to indulge her.]

[What's done is done. Not being in bed isn't a deal-breaker at all, and it's not an actual suggestion considering her injuries. Besides being pinned to the wall by Hazuki's overwhelming presence provided a new form of exhilaration for her to experience.

Soundwave sings a song of pleasure moaning deep inside Hazuki's mouth. The sudden intensity from a soft tease to a pinch surprises her, but it isn't unwelcome as she's deeply invested in the throe of pleasure to wonder about the sudden change. Though she wants to press her body against Hazuki's, wrapped her arms around her while their tongues are locking, she refrains herself from doing such due to her still injured arm between them, not wanting to reverse the damage the Chroma is still healing.

Her pussy is itching though, and the knee pressed against her thighs has her spreading her legs for Hazuki to gain access to it.

They're only at the beginning, but Hazuki's an incredible kisser. The continued pressing of lips, tongue lashing and twisting around one another, and in addition to the taste of alcohol swirling in each other's mouth have Soundwave finding herself wanting more and more from the other woman. It's never enough as they consumed each other's mouth. She doesn't want to end the kiss she's oh so enjoying so much, but every opportunity when their lips aren't pressed to one another is an opportunity for her to respond. A chance to speak when otherwise she could only whimper to not end things.]

For pleasure... For a lovely company... F-for sex... [Finally though--] For a woman to dominate me...

[It's too much to hold it. Her hand goes down to unbuckle her belt. Her panties are soaked wet under her jeans, itching for fingers to dig inside, but rather than doing it herself, it's an invitation for Hazuki to come in whenever she pleases to.]

Edited 2019-11-13 08:22 (UTC)

[As the words start coming, as they promise to be satisfying, Hazuki abandons Soundwave's lips so that she can hear them a bit clearer, tongue tracing up the line of the other woman's throat in between kisses she instead presses to the delicate skin of her neck, just beneath her jaw, little nips of teeth and soft tugs of pressure evidence that she was likely leaving small marks.

Pleasure. Company. Sex. Domination.]

Hmm...

[Her hum reverberates against Soundwave's ear before she nips on the lobe, along the shell, pausing as if she were considering... but she'd already decided.

With a low grunt, still not enjoying certain angles of motion just yet, Hazuki shifts her weight to her left side, slipping her leg easily into the space between thighs she's provided and nudges up, up... and then just a bit too high, trying to force Soundwave more onto her toes, pressing up against the wet sex she's being offered to grind against her through jeans and soaked panties.]

I can provide that.

[How romantic. So... maybe not so much "lovely company", but it was company, it was warmth, it was apparently "moonlacing", because her body rarely warmed this quickly, didn't hum like this so fast as it was now with what they called "chroma" generated by where they touched.

Cupping a generous breast, exactly the size she liked to feel in her hands, Hazuki finally shoves the rest of Soundwave's shirt off her shoulder, pulling her hand back only as long as it took to slick her fingers in her own saliva... and then return to the breast she'd exposed, tracing oh so intentionally in warm, wet circles along the line of her areola, enjoying the way her nipple tightened in want for attention, so close and not yet granted.]

Now tell me.

[Though the tone of her voice spoke more to "beg me".]

Where you want to be touched.

[Her lips pucker when the kiss is abandoned, not satisfied with ending it there just yet, but not a second longer does Hazuki hits her with something that brings her utter enjoyment in another way.]

Nggh! Ngh--

[Soundwave cranes her neck upwards as Hazuki's works her way up with her tongue, suppressing her moans but still relishing greatly with the bites. She truly lucked out with this person.

While Hazuki deliberately holds up her decision, Soundwave continues to suppress her moans over reddening cheeks and bitten ear. At the rate her emotion is brewing, focusing only on the pleasure, she fails to realize she's being lifted up and up until her soles are no longer touching the ground anymore, kept up with only the leg pressed up again her and her toes, which are just barely touching them.

Then, she wants her to tell- no beg judging by her tone. Beg for where she wants to be touched. It's utterly humiliating to be in the position to beg, but that's what turns her on.

It's somewhat cruel though, especially when her nipple is being teased mercilessly around it by the wet finger, twitching as it yearns for affection and attention. And her pussy too, she tries to grind against her leg but finds it too difficult to move as much as she's like. She's trapped... Both her nipple and pussy demand for them, but Hazuki only has one working arm. She has to make up her mind fast... before the teasing makes her go crazy.

It doesn't take long. In a quivering, hushed tone:]

My... My pussy. Please, touch my pussy.

[Beneath her pantsuit, a simple, practical affair that isn't even particularly well tailored to a female figure, Hazuki is all lean muscle, and though she may not have size or weight to her advantage in a fight (or in sex), she has an intimate and logical knowledge of her own capabilities, she has leverage, she has speed, and as Soundwave will surely soon enjoy... she has a lot of experience.

She knows well just how much to push, how to move her body in accord with another's, and it isn't too much of a strain to keep Soundwave on her toes when she isn't really fighting against it, when she seems to revel in the little frustrations and embarrassments.

Again, Hazuki only hums in response at first, leaves the other woman hanging as she finds the sweet spot between the back curve of jaw and neck, pressing her lips to the spot and slowly sucking against the skin until she leaves a red mark behind for her tongue to lave over, matching the slow swirl of her fingers on Soundwave's breast.

She liked it. How her voice sounded when she plead for touch, the flutters in her chest and the tremble in her body. It was... cute.]

Mm...

[There's an ache building in her own body that she manages just as coldly as she controls everything else about herself, kept in the back of her mind to act on only once she decided to... and that decision would come later, once this so-called healing took further affect. For now, she wants that more than she wants her own pleasure, and it's so easy to pretend for a moment as if she isn't going to listen to Soundwave's request, slick fingers finally brushing up against her nipple-

But no, she listens, and her hand heads south, slips into the tight fit of the other woman's jeans and withdraws her thigh just slightly to make room for her fingers, wriggling past the band of her panties to cup her sex, letting out a heavy puff of breath that might be a sign that she was pleased at what she found there. Wet, wanting warmth that would be so easy to sink her fingers into, but-]

If you don't keep telling me what you want, I won't know what to do...

[She knew exactly what to do, there was no doubts there. She presses up against the other woman's mound, rubs her fingers slowly against her outer lips in a slowly growing pressure, but she wants to keep hearing that sweet, wavering sound, and until she gets it...]

[She certainly has an advantage over Soundwave when it comes to experience (the human kind in particular), and she will certainly appreciate what she could learn from Hazuki's knowledge. She only ever had sex twice in this form, both times with the same person, and she had learned a lot to become this mess of a person, begging to be dominated. If Soundwave has a good feel of her muscles underneath Hazuki's clothes, she would admire them. But no, right now she's the one being pleasured greatly, and that's the focus apparently.

Soundwave hisses at the spot she sucked on, hands planted onto the wall behind her, and then she purrs. Purring in her throat over the healing Hazuki's doing by licking said spot. Great. How lovely.

Hazuki's such a tease, making her believe for a moment that she intended to not do what she requested. And she likes her for it. In any other circumstances, Soundwave hated to have her emotions be played around with, but in this particular scenario, she finds herself loving the person doing it to her.

There's a whine in her throat as the other woman's hand goes down to where she wanted it to be, nubs of tears fresh out of the corner of her eyes, anticipating the great ecstasy of Chroma from touching her below... For the fingers to plunge deep into her awaiting pussy. But nothing comes. No, she wants her to continue begging for what's in her mind. Her fingers are on her entrance, teasing her again. So cruel and yet she's never been so turned on by someone before.

Her brows furrowed with impatience. But again, her tone is hushed, quivering:]

Two f-fingers. Inside. Be as rough as you like... Please.

[That would do.]

Ah.

[Just a low, barely there sound of assent, and Hazuki provides exactly what she's asked for. It's easy to slip inside when her partner is already this wet, and she wastes little time, pressing in with two fingers steadily until she comes to a stop at the third knuckle. She doesn't start rough, she experiments at first, determines how deep she can go, the angle that seems best, withdrawing just enough that she can watch Soundwave's face as she scissors her fingers back and forth.

Seeking a better brace for herself, Hazuki tentatively places her sling-tied shoulder up against the wall, and just in case... she stills her fingers just a moment, instead curling her thumb to nestle in and seek out the other woman's clit, beginning to flick over it a bit too rapidly, enough to distract while she tries putting weight on her shoulder.

It bears more than it had earlier before the pain hits, but she pulls back with a hiss before putting her full weight on it, nocking her hip into the wall instead in order to balance better as she resumes thrusting her fingers, the rhythm steady and growing faster.

It's frustrating not to have the use of both her hands, because she wants to take Soundwave's jaw in her hand, pull her gaze and hold it, demand it... but instead she surges into another hungry kiss. The longer this went on, the duller her pain became, so soon enough...

She'd amuse herself along the way, the thrust of her fingers growing rougher, the wet sound of friction growing louder, intent on drawing even sweeter sounds from Soundwave's lips.]

[Yes. This is it. Her fingers plunging inside send a strong shiver up her spine like an electric crackle and an unrestricted moan leave her wet lips, by far the loudest sounds of hers yet. Her face is scarlet red, and her eyes are clouded with tears when she re-opens them caused by scissoring inside her. Her shoulders twitch rapidly and her face morphs into pure pleasure as her clit is flicked mercilessly without pause. Pure ecstasy.

The production of Chroma is even greater now, the warm feeling of Chroma feeding directly into her system- it's the cherry ontop of the incredible thrusting she's experiencing right now. But quietly, in her mind, she hopes now it'll be a fast recovery for Hazuki's dislocated arm.

Though when Hazuki hissed in pain, Soundwave manages to return to reality and wanted to stop this pleasure briefly to ask if they should change to a less uncomfortable position, but instead, she's suffocated by a kiss. Taken to it immediately, she returns with half-lidded eyes, lips pressing against hers and meeting with her tongue again that she oh so dearly wanted, twisting them around as she welcomes it.

The sound of her own juice leaving her pussy sends great vibes into her that has her volume increases. Her sweet moans also grow louder in accordance with how rough Hazuki is thrusting, gushing moans to be drunk by Hazuki as they kiss deeply into each other.]

Hnnn... Mmmm-....

[But all good things come to an end, and Soundwave could feel an orgasm hitting soon.The faint hair on her skin stands to its fullest, and Soundwave's hips begin to twitch excitedly, her moaning hitched signifying a release of a climax. But she holds herself until Hazuki says the word.]

[There's a disconnect somewhere, some sort of wrongness warring in the back of her mind with how good the production of chroma actually felt. A Contractor had a heightened sense of their own body, of their capabilities and their condition, and Hazuki knew well how she should be reacting at this point in the game...

But despite how she hasn't had the other woman touch her yet, she already feels as good as if she has, suffused with the warmth of moonlacing that her brain rejects as unnatural even as her body sinks into it more than happily, particularly how it dulls the ache of her cracked ribs, soothes the wrench of dislocated shoulder, encourages flesh to heal beneath the bandage wrapped around her middle.

For a moment she gets too hung up on it, can't even enjoy the cute sounds Soundwave is making in between their kisses even as her fingers keep at their task, soaked in the other woman's pleasure as she thrusts in and out within the tight trapping of her still-on jeans.

The shuddering twitch of hips brings her attention back, refocuses her on the matter at hand- literally. Her teeth bite somewhat sharply into plush bottom lip, a borderline aggressive growl of sound rumbling in her throat before she pulls back. Hazuki licks her own lips as her breathing quickens in turn, excited by the look on that cute face, the helpless little moans and the sparkle of tears and reliance on her touch-]

Do it.

[A command, said soft and low, accompanied by a third finger thrust past the tight clench of her inner walls, pace quickening, her thumb seeking out clitoris for a last burst of torturous friction that would push her partner over the edge.

To let her watch as it happened, drinking in the unbridled pleasure that a Contractor wasn't quite capable of expressing. She'd make it, bask in it instead.]

I'm waiting.

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