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               so, poll. i want to add a couple muses (nui and nonon) to my docket, but the nature of the muses would require a whole url change and a theme swap to be fitting for more than one person. should i make individual blogs for them or should i just make this into a multimuse blog?

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               She watches as the ropes unravel, and he’s nice enough to even stretch her legs out for her.- it’s the sort of thing she had expected from him, and while she didn’t take his words to heart, she appreciates the reassuring gesture. For now, she’s happy to let him move her - she’s exhausted - and she knew he’d appreciate the chance. While she lets him do that, she takes a moment to deliberate if she’s got any of the bad sensations - tingling, probably numbness, and nope, all she has is the vague ache in her hips that comes from basically being pounded face first into a mattress.

               It’s when she’s hoisted into his arms that she perks up, snuggling into him with a happy little noise. That’s all she needed, really - he was so large that it wasn’t unlike sleeping on a giant muscled teddy bear.

                    “Sore, but I’m okay,” she assures. “I didn’t think about that stuff before, it’s really nice. Can we do it again sometime?”

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               She’s so close it hurts, body straining against her bonds and when he hits his climax, it’s enough to trigger one more. It’s not as strong as the first one, but it’s a close contender and all she can really do is ride it out, body going limp apart from the way her back arches sharply, pushing her face into the mattress before she gets a chance to catch her breath, really. By number two, she seems spent, and for once, still, aside from the residual shivers that come with the aftershocks. It’s a long meomnet before she can pull more than her chin away from the bed, instead laying her head on its side and looking over her shoulder at him.

               She’s completely sure he didn’t mean all the stuff he said. Even if she’s going to be sore for a while (probably) she offers him a reassuring little smile. He’s been so gentle all these other times; she can only assume he’s going to get guilty at some point. If not, at least he knew she had fun.

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               If she cares, she’s doing a bad job at showing it. Her back had already arched for her to present herself for him, and in reaction to the sensation, she’s barely coherent. In fact, she’s nearly matching the volume of his speech with her respective noises, doing her best to actively participate in this position. Which, as can easily be guessed, is difficult. For the sake of some kind of muffling, her mouth presses back into the bed once more. She’s not ashamed or nervous - she’s just very aware of how loud she’s gotten.

               Somehow, though, she manages to respond. “Please don’t stop,” she manages to get out amid her sounds, her tone definitely one of absolute need. She’s begging now, breath heavy and face screwed up in a mix of pain and pleasure. What is she talking about, though? The way he’s talking to her? His movements? Probably both, because she’s loving his tone right now. Good luck scolding her in the future, not that he’s likely thinking that with how her walls clench around him again. She’s not quite at her limit, but with the way she shakes, she must be on the right path at this point. Then again, with that much going on there’s not too much chance for her to actually last very long at all. (Which, at this point, is fine by her.)

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               i feel gross, and i’m in need of a distraction. like this for a starter.

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               No matter what, it was always an adjustment. Her breath hitching in her throat and her fingers tangling in her bonds - a familar handhold now - as he pushes his way into her. Large hands settle on her hips and she’s full ot the point of it almost hurting - but not quite. It’s a slightly achey stretch that she’s come to adore. She still squirms a little as he slides on in, though, that’s just reflex. 

               The first time, she’d been so convinced it wouldn’t go in she’d insisted on being on top to have some control for the sake of choosing her own intensity. She thinks she’s gotten better. While she remembers it fondly,  it doesn’t change the fact that she had been absolutely certain he’d split her in half.

               She’d bury her face in her arm if she could, but her arms are still bound behind her, chafing pretty visibly from her squirming and needy writhing. It’s not an issue now, though, and she barely notices it. Instead, with a needy sound, she buries her face in the sheets and presses her hips back into him just a little more. That aches a little bit, but in the best way, pushing a quick exhale past her lips. To think she’d been somewhat innocent once.

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               She ponders for a moment how to answer that one, then thinks back to his comments on tingling. To check this, she flexes her fingers, and wiggles her hips; nothing seemed out of place. So, in response to his question, she nods, letting her cheek rest on the mattress and giving her limbs a moment to relax, at least as much as she can. On her skin, visible redness from the bonds and her squirming is already making itself known, but she doesn’t seem to mind.

               Some last minute adjustments make her more comfortable, then she lets her gaze rest over her shoulder -- traffic signals, right. It takes her a moment to remember jsut what the signal for ‘go’ was.

                    “Is green also one of the words?” Her gaze, wide-eyed but somehow not so innocent, moves to meet his - more reassurance. She’s not uncomfortable in any way. In fact, she’s actually still more than ready to go. Those vibrations just happened to be meaner than she had anticipated.

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               That’s a valid question, but words aren’t processing right now. She’s squirming, and close so close, words having melted into noises of need long ago. When he turns it up it’s enough to kick her over that edge, though, his name on her lips and her back arching sharply, practically shaking with the intensity of the feeling as her hips try to back away from further stimulation once more. It’s all too sensitive now, and it’s actually starting to hurt. Maybe that was the appeal? It’s somethign to work up to, either way.

               "Yellow,” she mumbles as her ankles clumsily try to grab for the toy and pull it away from her. Don’t mind her, she’s temporarily lost her legs. When he inevitably pauses, probably worried, she clarifies. “I’m okay, senpai,” she explains with a smile. “Too much. I can keep going, but maybe something else? Please?”

               As an indication of what else, she rolls to present her backside once more, knees underneath her to the best of her ability - that effort is probably clumsy too. She’s probably just hoping to entice him into mercy, but knowing him and the fact that he has his pants off, chances are it might work. 

                    (at least she hopes - she can tell that toy specifically isn’t her friend.)

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               Try as she might, she can’t get her hips away from the vibrations, and at some point her vague attempts to shift away turn into her pressing into the stimulation about when it hits the right place. She does make one adjustment, though; it’s easier to muffle the noises in the uppermost blanket with her teeth if she shifts onto her stomach. With the way her legs are tied, it’s easier to present her backside to him directly, back arched and fingers tangling into the ropes that bind her arms because she needs to dig her nails into something. She’s not ready to beg for it to stop, but the vibrations themselves are about all that she registers, and it’s making her knees feel like jelly.

                    “More- please? Pleasepleasedon’tstop-” It’s not begging, not like he definitely wants, and it’s heavily muffled by the blankets, but it’s not long before she feels that edge approach, noises picking up in a definite crescendo. 

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               She’s so distracted by his mouth and his hands that nothing else really processes - just the way it makes her feel and the unbearable need she can’t even begin to sate, because she can’t sue her hands or get her legs to the right place, despite the effort she’s putting forth. For the most part, he’s left her a squirming, needy mess already, just not to the point of begging. It’s going to take more than that. When he breaks away, she’s confused, and she can’t even wipe the drool off her chin.

               If this is being careful for him, she has a had time imagining what him being hardcore is, but she’s got a faint idea when he pulls the wand out. That doesn’t even fully register until it lets out a buzzing noise; it’s all it takes for her face to flush anew, but she doesn’t try to get away. She does, however, adjust her legs so they’re in their original position - he’d like that, right?

                     “You’re so mean, senpai,” she comments, her whine half in sheer need and half in the frustration she’s definitely feeling. It’s still not begging, though, not until the buzzing finds itself between her legs. In sheer surprised reaction, her hips jerk away just enough to knock her off balance - but that probably doesn’t get her away from the toy itself. She isn’t sure she wants to, really.

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               Her need manifests itself in a whine in the back of her throat, arms momentarily straining against their bonds in an effort to touch him, but to no avail. They still hold fast, leaving her wholly at his mercy. And right now, she couldn't fathom being anywhere else. What she can do, however, is squirm and arch herself into his hands, parting her lips just slightly when his digit presses to them. Yeilding, without a singular thought apart from seeing how far this goes.

               When he’s so mean as to try to make her talk, all she can really manage is a little whine in affirmative, nodding into the current kiss and doing everything in her power to at least shift her heel under her for the continued sake of any friction whatsoever, but that doesn't go either. The bonds are too tight for that too. For his tongue, her lips willingly part, fingers tangling themselves back in the ropes for something to grip. His hands on her chest are just about enough to knock her back, but for now she holds her ground.

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               She’s processing - the gravity of the situation is really starting to hit her. Her response to the command isn’t verbal, it’s a nod, gaze meeting his. She needs a second, and a second she gets. Actually, she gets a lot of seconds. Probably too many.

               At first she does a good job of staying still, in a position that she was left in, but the longer she’s left, the more she moves. First it’s her fingers, wrapping in the ropes they can reach, and her legs, shifting for a more comfortable position despite the previous one being just fine. Then it’s more squirming, mostly in her hips and arms - the bonds don’t give, though, and she doesn’t expect them to. Part of her definitely doesn’t want them to. It’s only when he steps back out with some mystery bag that she shifts back how she was, gaze shifting already to his face.

                    “Mm-mm,” she responds, honestly. A negative, but it doesn’t imply that this is a bad thing. Judging by her fluster, it’s good. She doesn’t have time for much else, leaning into the kiss and tilting her head to rest against the skin of one calloused hand, hips already involuntarily trying to press down on anything. “I’m having fun, though.”

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They were going to speak but was immediately interrupted by being pulled down and away from sight- Their eye looks up and holy fucking shit- THAT’S what they’re fighting? A whole wave of fear comes to them, but keeps dead quiet knowing that it wouldn’t be a good idea to make even the smallest amount of noise.

          At some point, they feel this pressure in the back of their head; a way of them knowing that their Guardian Angel is ‘waking up’. But they don’t really pay much mind to it, just keeping an eye on… Did the alien have a name? It’s a disaster, that’s what Ally is going to call it. A fucking disaster.

But… If they had to fight, then at least now they’re somewhat ready- Having a bit more strength on their side could make them survive at least a little while longer.

                             Ally hopes it won’t come down to that.

                    “It’s okay! It didn’t see us.” Her reassurance is whispered, albeit a little on the loud side.

               She thinks it didn’t, anyway. It’s hard to tell - but ti definitely didn’t turn to face the building they were hiding in. In hindsight, she maybe shouldn’t have stopped, but it wasn’t exactly the most noble thing to just leave some innocent bystander who didn’t know what they were doing to die. Grabbing their shoulder and giving it a little shake, Mako tugs them to the side and toward the makeshift back exit - a crumbling wall that had barely withstood the movement of the ground itself.

                    “We should hide for now,” she suggests, dropping to take a seat behind the building. There’s a wall they can use for cover, and she’s not too inclined to go anywehre right this second.. 

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“Nudist… Beach?”

Well, organizations do need a name for themselves after all; so there’s only a small bit of judgement, not out of disgust but just confusion. But if the founder was just someone who wanted attention, then… That’s one way to do it.

Their foot taps against the ground a little, as to ponder a little bit with this new information; eventually speaking up again mostly just to continue this conversation. 

“I mean, it’s something, my great x4 grandfather had his own organization called Nova15, so weird names don’t bother me much.” Oops, didn’t mean to reveal other universe stuff, but they can’t back on it now. “Are we gonna go to them if- If it means being safe? I don’t think it’s the best idea to stay out here.”

                    “We could-- I guess I don’t need to worry about my house if I can just stay at headquarters.” A subtle way to say, hey, if I’m late I’m screwed. “I’ll just have to tell mom and dad. It might bes best to keep going this way first though! We’ll take you a uniform or something.”

               Abruptly she goes quiet, clapping a hand over her own mouth and pulling Ally under cover. Thundering footsteps lighlty shake the already partially decimated concrete under them as a hulking form walks by. It looks very much like a business suit on steroids, for the lack of better words. To her it’s a signal that she’s late, and not a harbinger of impending doom. Part of her hopes they’ll be merciful. Either way, it’s too much of a risk to go the way she was intending now. 

                She waits until it’s gone to dare taking a breath.

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Well, they couldn’t say they’re from some other universe, even for this situation that felt super unbelievable; so they had to make something up. Not really knowing much, they had to go with the basics that were true, but slightly fabricated just for their convenience.

“Y- Yeah, I’m from Canada. I uh- I don’t really remember much, but I woke up buried in a building that must’ve collapsed from… All of this. I’m mostly just a traveler, so this isn’t like… My place of residence, y-y’know?”

Ally pretty much keeps put in their place, they know how to hide; in fact it was pretty much in their instinct to hide whenever they hear or see something they know they should hide from. “So are you like… Th- The only one, Mako? Or is there like some undercover group? Anything to be out of s-sight.”

               Canada. Where the actual heck is Canada? Geography is another class she slept through - which isn’t saying a lot. She slept through all of them. Apparently, so long as she didn’t miss, she wouldn't get expelled. (Which was nice, because homelessness was one more step down than she was comfortable taking.) The look she gives Ally is entirely clueless and very confused, and she’s glad when the subject changes. 

                    “Nope! There’s lots of us. We call ourselves Nudist Beach,” she explains. “I think the man who started it was just an exhibitionist.”

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That… Didn’t explain a lot, but they knew that basically; it was dangerous to be out alone, otherwise they’d die or.. Something like that. They won’t ask for her to slow down and explain this better, knowing that Mako probably isn’t the best at explaining things in full detail like they wanted. Very, very energetic, which felt unfitting with this weird… War? This had to be a war, right? Ally remains quiet for a while, noticing the bits of what seems to be blood- They knew what blood looked like, so they can believe this just a little bit. Besides, this wouldn’t be their first encounter with aliens. (They have one in their head, for gods sake.)

After a while of processing the small girls semi-explanation of what’s been going on, Ally looks at her, giving a lil poke on her shoulder to get her attention. “Hey- What’s your name? I- I don’t think I got it.”

Just… Try to be relaxed, is what they’re thinking. Fragment hasn’t really shown up yet so they can’t do anything risky- Not until it comes back.

                    “Mako! It’s Mako Mankanshoku.”

               Well, there’s one straight answer from the girl, who had seemed to neglect to tell this person her name. (Truth be told, she got caught up in her explanation and forgot. If anything, she’s excitable.) “We should stick together so I can make sure you stay safe,” she offers. What is that? In layman’s terms, they’re best friends now. She doesn’t make the rules. “How did you say you got here again? If you don’t know this stuff you have to be from far away, right?”

               More to the point, if there’s a way she can get this person out of here, it might be safer for them in the long run.