Ryuko marches angrily into that little tower thing, preparing herself. She is to meet Satsuki here, and she's honestly getting tired of waiting for her. She contemplates leaving, only to hear Kiryuin's high heels clacking down a grandiose staircase that seemed to appear out of nowhere.
"Matoi." Her voice resonates around the walls, causing even Ryuko to shiver.
"Kiryuin." She flashes a smirk, sashaying over to Ryuko sensually. Ryuko thinks this is a complete waste of time, and she sets the tip of her scissor blade on the ground, leaning her elbow on it and standing there casually.
"So, Matoi, you know why you're here?" She stops abruptly, leaving at least 10 feet between them. Ryuko scoffs.
"Yeah, so I can rip those eyebrows off your fucking face?" Ryuko growls. Satsuki takes a few steps closer without a word, trying to intimidate the girl, but she laughs at the attempt.
"As much as I would love to see you try, no." Her voice is soft, calm and velvety, yet menacing to most others. Ryuko left Mako for this? She lessens the weight on her weapon, preparing to either attack the other girl or to leave; which one, she doesn't quite know.
"Then can I get the hell out of here? I'm not interested in staying here to watch you try to intimidate me, thank you very much." She starts to play with her ragged black hair, obviously annoyed by the situation, and doesn't do so much as look at Satsuki.
"We're making a truce, Matoi. I have my elite four stationed outside this room, as well as clubs that I could very well just order to kill you, so unless you want to get your ass killed, you're going to suck it up and keep your mouth shut for twenty minutes." Ryuko makes her way over to an oversized white couch, laying down and propping her leg up on the cushion, supporting her head with her hands.
"Shit, twenty minutes? I don't know if I can do it, Eyebrows." Ryuko retorts sarcastically. Satsuki cocks an eyebrow, setting her hands on her hips.
"We could talk instead, then, if you wish." Ryuko roars with laughter, kicking her legs up into the air.
"Of all people I could talk to, why would I want to talk to you? Did you just call me in here to piss me off?" She sits on the couch opposite to Ryuko, sitting much more primly with her hands folded in her lap.
"Although it's entertaining, no. So hows that friend of yours, Mako?" Ryuko ignores her, playing with her hair again and chewing her gum loudly. "How would you like it if I sent my elite four after her?" At this, Ryuko becomes infuriated. She shifts her legs so she's sitting in a hostile manner, gripping the handle of her scissor blade.
"The fuck do you know about Mako, huh?" She almost spits on her, preparing to lunge after her.
"You love her, right? What if I took her away from you?" Ryuko propels herself toward Satsuki, pinning her down to the couch and swinging at her, slightly clumsily due to her sheer anger, but powerful, nonetheless. Satsuki doesn't do as much as flinch, simply flipping their positions and holding down Ryuko without difficulty as she squirms under her. Ryuko manages to pull out a wire from her Kamui's glove, and as a result is invigorated with power and energy, fighting at near full strength with Kiryuin on the couch.
They yell curses at each other, the girls desperately attempting to gain control over the other. This carries on for awhile, until Ryuko successfully pins her down, leaning her forehead up against Satsuki's with a massive grimace on her face. "You hurt Mako, and I break you." She spat at Satsuki, digging her nails into her wrists. "Got it, bitch?"
"I won't hurt Mako if we can make a truce." She pants out, becoming more and more aware of Ryuko's power over her, although she'd never admit it.
"What kinda fuckin' truce are you talking about?" Ryuko lessens her hold at this, wanting to hear Kiryuin without any restraint on her part.
"Release me and I'll talk." Ryuko slowly, tentatively climbs off of Satsuki, crossing her arms after sitting back down on the other couch. "Ready?"
"Hurry the fuck up. I'm gettin' pissed."
"Obviously." Ryuko huffs, not making eye contact. She taps her feet. "What if we came to terms, Matoi? What if we agreed not to harm each other? Otherwise, I'd have to send my elite four after you." Ryuko grits her teeth.
"Bullshit. I couldn't keep my hands off of you if I tried." Satsuki walks over again, sitting next to Ryuko on the couch.
"You couldn't, could you?" Ryuko coils her face up into the most accurate description of pissed off that Kiryuin's probably ever seen.
"No. You're too damn irritating."
"Your impulses are hilariously uncontrollable." Satsuki retorts, and Ryuko lunges at her again, pinning her down by her arms and straddling her lap, but Satsuki lets her do it, giving her the most alluring, panty-dropping look that Ryuko's probably ever seen.
"The fuck is your problem?!" Ryuko tries to get a rise out of her by releasing one of her arms, but in return only becomes vaguely aware of a finger delicately tracing her spine. She shivers and lets out a gasp, but soon attempts attacking Satsuki again out of offense.
"You're persistent, aren't you, Matoi?" Satsuki uses her strength to get up and promptly push her into a wall, lifting her off the ground by her legs and holding her, Ryuko giving in to the powerful blow. Satsuki grins seductively at her, leaning her forehead on Ryuko's and licking her lips suggestively. Ryuko grimaces, first at the pain, and then at what she knows is about to happen.
"I fucking hate you."
Ryuko smashes her lips into Satsuki's, mouthing her angrily and pulling her hair as they kiss, to which Satsuki moans lowly and velvety. She pushes her knee into Ryuko's sex, causing her to let out a gasp, and then a low, raspy moan as Satsuki slides her tongue between Ryuko's lips.
Ryuko wraps her arms around Satsuki's neck, their lips and tongues attacking each other angrily, and Matoi grunts when Kiryuin carries her over to the couch and drops her on it like she's a piece of laundry, and proceeds to straddle Ryuko's lap, crawling up on her slowly and sensually. Ryuko's mindset immediately changes from resentment to unsettling thirst and lust. She allows Satsuki to cup her chin and kiss her softly this time, their tongues gently swirling around one another, and Satsuki begins to take off the straps of Ryuko's already revealing Senketsu.
Ryuko grits her teeth and grunts as Satsuki cups her breasts in her hands, running her thumbs over the nipples. Ryuko blushes, hiding her face in her arm, which happens to be behind her head, supporting it. The long haired girl kneads at one breast, taking the other's nipple into her mouth, suckling and sliding her tongue delicately over the tip.
"Ah.. Stop it…" Ryuko squirms slightly under her, and Satsuki responds by allowing just a tad bit more weight to rest on Ryuko as she continues to straddle her, grinding her hips on Ryuko's delicately.
"It turns you on to be dominated like this, doesn't it?" Ryuko whines at the sultry words as Satsuki creeps up, latching on to her neck, and Ryuko cries out. She releases her, whispering hotly onto Ryuko's exposed neck, "You're wet, aren't you?"
Satsuki continues to work on one of her breasts while she traces another finger down to Senketsu's skirt, tauntingly snapping the waist band and slipping her fingers under it. Ryuko moans in frustration.
"Kiryuin… Can we please… Get this over with?" Satsuki grins, leaning in to Ryuko's ear again.
"Now, what would be the fun in that?" Ryuko's had it with this… annoying, manipulative,... insanely attractive girl. She rips off her skirt at lightning speed, throwing it carelessly across the room, and retorting her face up into an angry snarl, pulls Satsuki's hand down to her moist underwear, breathing in sharply at the contact.
"Fuck me. Now." Ryuko demands. She needs this. Satsuki grabs her tenderly, feeling her wetness, and is surprised by just how aroused Ryuko is. She instinctively spreads her legs farther apart at the contact, twisting her body as she gasps.
"How about I just keep teasing you… You know, to make up for your attacks…" Kiryuin punctuates her words with slow strokes. Ryuko grips Satsuki's chin firmly, bringing her face mere centimeters from her own, and speaks through gritted teeth.
"If you don't fuck me right now, I will see to it that you regret nothing more than this for your entire life."
Ryuko releases Satsuki's face, allowing her to get back to work. She fiddles with the waist of Ryuko's underpants, playing with the small tuft of hair, and then unexpectedly dipping a finger into Ryuko's warmth, pumping in and out steadily. Ryuko mewls at her touch.
"Angh… Harder…" Satsuki thumbs Ryuko's clit, eliciting deep, lusty moans from the younger girl. Satsuki then picks up her pace, adding another finger.
Ryuko grinds down on Satsuki's fingers, gyrating her hips and trying to create more friction, and Satsuki uses her free hand to knead one of Ryuko's breasts again, only further prolonging the pleasure. She can feel herself getting close, and she throws her head back, Satsuki's hands still pumping, Ryuko's hips bucking forward in time with the thrusts.
But just as she feels it coming, Satsuki slows down, pulling her fingers out and leaving Ryuko there panting as she smirks from above her. "F-fuck… Why'd you stop…"
Kiryuin removes her kamui herself, sliding it elegantly over her head and tossing it over to the side. She climbs off of Ryuko, her breasts bouncing slightly as she positions Ryuko to be sitting in front of her. She heaves Ryuko's leg over her shoulder, sitting under her and slipping off her soaked underwear as she aligns herself with Ryuko and begins to gyrate.
"F-fuck… Q-quicker…" Ryuko holds Satsuki's hips firmly, grinding up on her, crying out into the near emptiness beyond them. The rooms fill with lewd noises; Satsuki's low, smooth and velvety, and Ryuko's growling and animalistic grunting. The long-haired girl leans in to nibble on Ryuko's ear, and Ryuko loses it.
She cries out, leaking in between the two, and her movements become jerky and twitchy. The other girl's liquids cause Kiryuin to go over the edge, too, and she joins Ryuko with cries of her own, her head falling forward as her black, inky hair spills over her shoulders.
The girls stay connected, heaving and sweaty, and Ryuko gasps again at the loss of contact as Satsuki stands up, her legs just barely shaking, and scoots Ryuko so that she's sitting on the couch normally. Well, aside from her spread legs.
"Wha… What are you doing… Satsuki…" Satsuki kneels down on the floor, licking her fingers, although unnecessary, and slipping two into Ryuko.
"FUCK… Satsuki, s-shit… Ah…" Ryuko curses into the air. She's not sure if she should be enjoying this or not, considering she absolutely hates Satsuki.
Bullshit. Extreme attraction is easy for Ryuko to play off as anger. The funny thing is, Satsuki thinks this is her revenge. But in actuality, Ryuko is getting what she wants, and Satsuki is only throwing gasoline into the fire. If this really is revenge,
Ryuko fucking loves it.
Ryuko releases airy, raspy moans, her skin producing a thin film of sweat as Satsuki continues her ministrations, Ryuko's hips bucking violently. Ryuko's always kind of had this kink with the twitching, but the previous orgasm only makes it all the more intense. Satsuki slows her pumping down considerably, and Ryuko gets pissed in anticipation that she's going to pull that shit again.
But, oh, how wrong she was.
Kiryuin flashes the most arousing, seductive, almost psychotic and insane grin seen that whole night. It's so crazy in the effect it has on Ryuko. To see someone so incredibly driven by lust to the point where they go essentially insane makes Ryuko so hot.
And when Matoi is about to drill her into a wall for teasing her like this, she nips Ryuko's inner thigh before bowing her head and suckling gently on Ryuko's clit.
Ryuko's eyes glaze over, the intense pleasure of Satsuki's methodical ministrations with her tongue obstructing her ability to do anything but watch below her in shock. She needs release. Now.
She takes hold of Kiryuin's head, shakily trying to press her harder into Ryuko's swollen, dripping core, threading her fingers through her hair. Kiryuin reacts by speeding up her fingers, filling Ryuko in oh-so-pleasurable ways. She swirls her hot tongue around Matoi one more time before her voice drops down to a low, resonating grunt.
"Come for me."
Ryuko shudders, throwing her head back in ecstasy as her hot, thick liquids come spilling out, Kiryuin's fingers idly resting inside Matoi still, and Ryuko cries out loudly as Kiryuin pulls out of her, the sensitivity of that spot still just a tad bit too much to handle. Satsuki licks off her fingers, sucking on them like they're a fucking popsicle. Ryuko's nectar continues to drip onto the fabric of the couch, visibly wetting it as she collapses, her eyes twitching, as is the rest of her body.
She remains curled up slightly like that, heaving in post-coital bliss as Kiryuin shifts her weight and stands over Ryuko, watching down on her. She doesn't bother to pick up her kamui, simply leaving her little warrior to enjoy herself, her heels clacking up the stairs.
Ryuko's eyes drift toward the ceiling as her eyelids flutter, and she promptly passes out.
And as Kiryuin reaches the top, although she is aware of Ryuko's condition, she says,
"It seems we have a deal, yes?"
She walks off to her room in the mansion, not thinking Ryuko will leave after the events that have unfolded, nor was she intending to let her.
And Ryuko doesn't plan on leaving, either.