Not right now, Toyaa~~ん~♡! But if BB-chan is ever human again, be sure to give her a lift~~? [ While there is movement and enjoyment between them, BB giggles this statement to him and offers a wink. She doesn't ever suspect herself being forced to be a human again any time soon, but considering the way the realm around them is still mysterious and things are up in the air in between them all. It was a joke made to both underline that fact and muse as a playful request from herself.
When he kisses her, BB feels a budding warmth inside of her core. Fluttering about as if there were butterflies dancing away. She leans into it a bit more, eyes shutting in a half-lidded state so as to still keep her gaze on him. ]
Toya is Toya, [ Lifting a bit more above him now, lengths of her hair start to skirt against her skin and catch beneath her along Toya's own. It's almost as if she is using her weight to shift him downwards. Offering a cadence to the moment with every movement she makes, pressing him down into the cushions of the couch. Shifting, coercing with her body, gently shuffling him downwards into it.
BB's own thighs are tightly bound along his waist, moving him too, as if he were to be orchestrated by her worth alone. There is an intensity to all this, and she often treats herself as if she is below him in everything but power. In this moment, she displays power by moving him and lacing her words with loving regard for him, which is how she entices him to stay like this. Below her, within her ensaring rapture. ] Ne.... That's all you need to be.
[ Thanks to their previous position on the couch, it's easy to shuffle someone off the armchair and down into its cushions. Letting the pillows that rested at the corner of the couch pile around their heads as BB sinks him into its embrace. Her own face shifts, and her lips catch along the edges of his ear as she whispers one last thing. ]
Don't ever forget that, don't ever apologize for that, and don't ever change because someone else wants you to change. [ She means that, always did - and her expression lends credit to that whispered statement. Murder, Revenge, and crimes mean't nothing to Gods, and meant nothing a being who consumed Gods, and meant nothing to a being who spent eons watching humans confer to Gods, and meant nothing to a being created by Alien Gods to watch those humans confer with their 'Gods'.
Whatever Toya wished to be, BB wanted to see and wanted to love him with her whole damn little Alien AI Heroic Spirit Heart.
It just so fabulously happens that he wants to be a hero, and that's essentially, and totally, her type.
In fact, that's likely exactly why she fell in love with him in the first place.
BB has a type; she is a Sakura, after all.
Anyway, despite the intensely sexually strained situation at hand. BB starts murdering his face and neck with a plethora of pecked kissing. She wiggles her butt in the air excitedl,y and a little fluffy bunny tail appears with a pop, and then long ears like a bunny flop backwards from her head. It's as if she were an overstimulated rabbit that needed to get all that compacted energy out.
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When he kisses her, BB feels a budding warmth inside of her core. Fluttering about as if there were butterflies dancing away. She leans into it a bit more, eyes shutting in a half-lidded state so as to still keep her gaze on him. ]
Toya is Toya, [ Lifting a bit more above him now, lengths of her hair start to skirt against her skin and catch beneath her along Toya's own. It's almost as if she is using her weight to shift him downwards. Offering a cadence to the moment with every movement she makes, pressing him down into the cushions of the couch. Shifting, coercing with her body, gently shuffling him downwards into it.
BB's own thighs are tightly bound along his waist, moving him too, as if he were to be orchestrated by her worth alone. There is an intensity to all this, and she often treats herself as if she is below him in everything but power. In this moment, she displays power by moving him and lacing her words with loving regard for him, which is how she entices him to stay like this. Below her, within her ensaring rapture. ] Ne.... That's all you need to be.
[ Thanks to their previous position on the couch, it's easy to shuffle someone off the armchair and down into its cushions. Letting the pillows that rested at the corner of the couch pile around their heads as BB sinks him into its embrace. Her own face shifts, and her lips catch along the edges of his ear as she whispers one last thing. ]
Don't ever forget that, don't ever apologize for that, and don't ever change because someone else wants you to change. [ She means that, always did - and her expression lends credit to that whispered statement. Murder, Revenge, and crimes mean't nothing to Gods, and meant nothing a being who consumed Gods, and meant nothing to a being who spent eons watching humans confer to Gods, and meant nothing to a being created by Alien Gods to watch those humans confer with their 'Gods'.
Whatever Toya wished to be, BB wanted to see and wanted to love him with her whole damn little Alien AI Heroic Spirit Heart.
It just so fabulously happens that he wants to be a hero, and that's essentially, and totally, her type.
BB has a type; she is a Sakura, after all.
Anyway, despite the intensely sexually strained situation at hand. BB starts murdering his face and neck with a plethora of pecked kissing. She wiggles her butt in the air excitedl,y and a little fluffy bunny tail appears with a pop, and then long ears like a bunny flop backwards from her head. It's as if she were an overstimulated rabbit that needed to get all that compacted energy out.
In the form of Kisses. ]
[ The kisses do not relent. ]