Sayaka could certainly now feel the air of the night, chilling her illuminating skin in the moonlight. Her frame weaved in the dark, as would a belly dancer's, and she wore an expression just as frosty as the evening. In the front line of pews lounged the devil, grinning, intrigued. A shiver of fear and excitement ran through the exposed school girl, when she caught sight of the tomboy's tongue slipping out from her thin lips to softly graze them, as she resumed staring dead on at her from a distance. It was hard to tell if it was a poor attempt of a seductive glance or if there was in fact a deep seated intention that Kyouko had to eat her.
The atmosphere had devolved into some slimy spectacle; like if some drug induced girl was made to entertain a wealthy, sadistic mobster. The sapphire eyed dame had no choice in this circumstance and she played in her head a melody she would have imagined from the violinist. Being led by the non-existant tune, he movements became more fluid, but that didn't say much. Her movements were not at all confident, rather restrictive, as she was attempting to cover her self, although with little left to shield, from the eyes of the beast seated just a few feet from the altar on which she danced. Things would probably go a little more care-free had she swallowed more of the wine at the time. As if the church girl could actually read deep into her mind, not that they couldn't telepathically communicate already, she rose from the pew and made her way over, reaching for the chalice in which she'd recently poured into and offered it to her.
"Loosen up" she slurred groggily.
Instinctively, Sayaka tilted the massive rim of the container to her lips, like what she was holding onto were industrial sized. The temporary sharp, yet also dense, fire at the back of her throat appeared to fade with each gulp from the beverage and, withdrawing from the cup, she wiped her mouth sleazily. The wine pooled at her feet, leaking down her body, like fresh blood. Staring up at the looming tomboy with eyes that easily told of humiliation, confusion and anger, Sayaka scowled. The drink would certainly break down her mental barriers, but whether or not she could even walk straight later brought questions to the both of them, considering her size and how much she'd willingly consumed.
Without warning, the redhead snatched the nude nubile girl and reasserted her status of 'king of the mountain', perching herself up on the cluttered altar. With a leg dangling off the side, swinging slightly, and the other tucked under herself, Kyouko sat and looked down at the girl in her palms, dripping with aged alcohol. Much like some feral animal, it was hard right now to distinguish her temperament and her thoughts. She was totally unpredictable when intoxicated, which only served to levitate the fear which was only starting to fade away again.
"Sayaka..." she muttered.
The redhead was really drunk. Sayaka was also very small, meaning potentially any means of an accident could leave her fatally wounded. It wouldn't bother the healer so much if for a fact she didn't have to worry about being crushed or having her neck broken very easily. Minor scratches and cuts were so insignificant.
The bluenette withdrew a delighted sigh, feeling Kyouko's thumb tips gently caress her. A heated blush faintly started to appear on her face, as Kyouko ventured further, the sensations having started as a massage to her sides and shoulders now moved on to her stomach and breasts. Her breath hitched on occasion, when a sensitive spot was discovered. With eyes closed, Sayaka silently pondered if all of this was just some surreal dream. It was terrifying and thrilling at the same time; her life literally in the hands of someone who'd previously love to leave her with her throat cut in some alley-way. Sure, Sayaka and Kyouko had begun warming slightly to each other, but that fight wasn't something she'd easily forget.
A sincere, warm smile found the foxy tomboy's face, as she gazed down at the bluenette clearly enjoying her touching. Delicately,, slowly, so as not to disrupt the flow of the moment, she lifted Sayaka up to her and began pressing kisses to her stomach. Seeing as her actions were not disliked, she proceeded to deliver more kisses along her body, cleaning the wine from her. She was aware that since Sayaka was smaller, her lips would cover numerous areas at once. Quiet moans emerged from the 'Pipsqueak', who proceeded to press her hands to the older girl's nose... pushing it... down. Certainly, intentionally, guiding her lower. At that moment, the fiery maned teen gulped with anticipation and brought herself to taste between the bruenette's legs with her tongue eagerly.
Sayaka projected a loud cry. The heat. The strength. The wetness. It was so vulgar, so repulsive, disgusting, feeling Kyouko lap between her legs as she did, but... her head hung back with ecstasy, and she had become putty in Kyouko's paws. Her back arching, the bluenette panted, feeling the tip of the mouth muscle stroke, encircle and rub against her so definitely, like some expert. It was overwhelming, when Sayaka, with so much effort lifted her head back up, her eyes flickering open from their subsequent daze, to see Kyouko so content in her action. Her lips now forming a 'O', creating a suction on her lower regions.
There the redhead perched, delighting in her carnal feast. A morbid concept flashed across her mind for a moment. Her brain playing tricks on her, subdued due to the alcohol, her lips parted to take a testing, light nibble on one of Sayaka's legs. Jolting from her previously euphoric state, the school girl yelped in shock and drew her legs back away from her, drawing them to herself.
As of now, Kyouko stared down at the helpless magical girl. Her stomach growled, pupils dilated, at the spectacle in her hands that her shook in fear. The bluenette shuddered at the thought that her friend/lover was now considering her another of her everyday snacks. A piece of fried chicken? An ice cream? Some Taiyaki? A crepe? Anpan? Umaibo?
Once again, the redhead licked her lips and Sayaka felt her own soul freeze.
END Part Three.