I feel her eyes on me. Perforating the veil, I attempt to, in vain, portray. Though, there is no hiding anything from her anymore. The Carnival put a stop to all deception. Still, I pretend. I play these games.
Hunter. Prey.
Today, however, she seems more persistent, more guided in her attempts to unnerve me.
Perhaps she has felt this way for a while, the desire for retribution. To seek recompence for my sins against her.
Are we finally done with these games, Natsuki? Is this just the start? Either way, she has elevated my anticipation to unhealthy levels.
As I fold the fabric of my skirt across my knees, I chance a glance in her direction and the breath catches in my throat.
Her slack jaw, glazed eyes… Ah… The game is most definitely afoot.
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I make my way down the long, empty corridor. There is a persistent, nagging feeling in my gut that I cannot ignore. Ever since this afternoon, I have felt it. One step at a time, I ensure every click of my heels are heard, intentionally making myself known.
My arms full of the normal paperwork, I amble toward the student council room. Something within swells my chest, infiltrates my lungs, and suddenly I find it hard to breathe. She is somewhere within these halls. My hound is prepared to pounce when she believes it to be the most opportune moment.
The question that lingers is… Do I let her?
All coherent thought is erased from my mind as I walk over the threshold. She is on me in an instant. From where, I am unsure, but does it matter? Her weight pushes into me and I stumble forward against the blackboard.
Her hot breath on my neck leaves little room for argument, but I pretend to object all the same. She holds me steadfast, and my breath hitches.
This is at the same moment all I wished for, and yet somehow still surprising.
When she seeks out my warmth, I am obliged to fight back. No sense in letting her have everything she wants all at once.
She seems surprised when I knock her back. Like a wounded pup, complete with the pursed bottom lip and twitching brow.
It takes all my strength to keep from smirking. I need to let her relish in this. The moment of domination and the power of control. Perhaps then she will understand my motivation on that dark night.
It's infuriating, the way she blazes her touch across my flesh with seemingly practiced ease. I'm positive she never would have acted so emboldened if I hadn't made the first move all those months ago. Nevertheless, I resist the urge to turn the tables.
Of course, my decision falters once she decides to pull her weapons out.
Is this the path on which your sordid little mind treads, Natsuki?
How interesting.
I stumble backward, letting her direct me on whatever course she has in mind. I find myself backed into a chair and allow my knees to buckle so I fall seamlessly into it. She's on me once more, forcing her muscled form against mine.
My teeth grind against one another as her breath on my throat tempts my resolve. Is she toying with me? Absolutely. Do I like it? Without a doubt. The question remains on how much longer I can allow her to get away with her dastardly attack?
The tip of her ice pistol tickles the center point of my core and I come to my senses.
She may not move forward unprovoked any longer.
I call my naginata.
She's quick though, back flipping over the desk before it disintegrates into hundreds of steel shards, most of which propel in her direction. The shrapnel seems mostly disrupted by her defenses, which is fine, I didn't intend to harm her that badly after all.
"If you wanted to play rough," I spit venom and narrow my eyes in her direction. "All you had to do was ask."
The look of surprise mixed with frustration is quite the sight to behold and it sends a shiver throughout my form. I don't think she anticipated this much resistance, and that fact tugs a smile at the corners of my mouth.
She doesn't move, rather remains locked in the icy showdown. I guess it's up to me to motivate her yet again. Without provocation, I whip my naginata from behind me across my front, deliberately allowing the blades to miss her within an inch. The way in which her lithe form twists to avoid the hit causes my mouth to salivate. Would your body contort like that under my touch?
She's in the middle of the room, and I need to close the distance. As my weapon retracts, I slide to the right and burst forward. She straightens just as I make my way in front of her, our bodies impossibly close.
"Were you expecting such easy prey," I hiss next to her ear. "Nat-su-ki."
There is never a moment she can deny the way my enunciation of her name tickles her ear. Her eyes snap shut, mouth following suite, and I smirk as I shove her backward into the last line of desks. They skitter across the linoleum and now I have her cornered in the back of the student council room.
"Nothing to say?" I ask while tilting my head to the side.
She remains rigid, in shock I suppose. Perhaps her plan is falling apart? I'm not concerned. Her plan. My plan. It's all the same result. One of us is going to get fucked.
"Shi…" she whispers, but the blade of my naginata presses into her throat, cutting off all sound aside from a last-minute whimper.
"What was it you said before?" I quiz. "There's no need to pretend."
As the last words leave my lips, I reach out with my free hand and seek out the zipper just underneath her chin. Click by click, I pull it downward, revealing her luscious flesh.
The crimson that encroaches her cheeks reminds me of my own eyes. Is she embarrassed? No. She's heated. Enjoying this sweet torture as much as I. Would she admit it, though?
"Tell me I'm wrong?" I throw her own challenge back in her face and feel her body tense against mine. A nerve has been struck.
"Fuck…" she breathes the word, a whisper on the wind, but I catch it without issue.
"Fuck," I repeat as a chuckle. "What? You?"
My hand jerks down the zipper I had previously treated with respect. It lands just underneath her plump breasts, and my free hand works its way inside. I grasp plump flesh, making my way from the left to the right. The gasps she makes only further my exploration, and I dive deeper.
Due to my haste, though, the zipper catches and creates issue. With a grumble, I attempt to jerk it free but it's firmly resilient to my ministrations.
I drag my naginata from her throat with guided precision, deliberately grazing her flesh to remind her who is in charge. Finally, the blade reaches that damn zipper and swiftly slices it away. The remaining leather splays open, releasing both twins from their restraints.
I fight the moan that threatens to escape from behind my lips. It turns into a muffled groan in the depths of my throat, and I swallow it down, unwilling to give her the satisfaction of hearing. She shifts her weight into me, and I peer into smoky emeralds.
"You," She begins in that raspy way of hers. "Like this..."
Shit. Have I been discovered? What am I supposed to say? It's true.
"So, what?" I reply.
She tests me by slowly moving her hands in front of herself, and when I don't make a counter, she continues until they are underneath her breasts. She cups both, brings them up, and then drops them. They bounce deliciously and without my permission, my eyes flicker to follow. I can feel her smirk, I don't need to see it.
The sudden, stinging pain brings me back to reality.
She is now a good distance away from me, making her way toward the door. How did I end up like this? Kneeling and cradling the left side of my jaw. She's fast. Slick. Quick to grab the upper hand. Did she strike me? She must have. How did I miss the blow? Why hadn't I blocked it? Ah… Of course. She's the only one that could ever get anything past me.
In two long strides, I block her exit and press a hand into her chest. She staggers backwards, and I follow.
"Going somewhere?"
"This is obviously," she begins, but a swift slap to her cheek stops her sentence.
"Obviously…" I continue where I forced her to leave off. "You aren't trying hard enough."
The incredulous look she sends my way causes me to snicker. This is the game.
Hunter. Prey.
"You wanted this," I say with a sigh. "Don't you remember?"
"Evidently, I can't keep up with you," she spats with a scowl.
"Have you even tried?" I reply with a sharp tinge.
Her eyes bore into mine. A challenge. A reciprocity. Something we both have wanted. I suppose, once more, I will have to force her into action. It makes sense. My pup. My hound. A guard dog till the end. I must incite, or she won't react.
"Fuck me."
My words are stern, impossible to misconstrue. Her eyes widen and mine soften as I move an arm around the back of her neck and pull her into me.
"No weapons, no powers," I demand. "Skin me with your teeth. I want to feel you. I want it all."
