Kara x Sioren RP

Me and my friend up to midnight mischief

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Sioren clicked her tongue at the question. It was pointlessly cautious, and honestly, Sioren wasn’t a harbinger of good will. She came here to pin Kara up against a hard place. Sioren didn’t pause to be reassuring or predictable. She phased through Kara’s body into a standing position, grabbed Kara’s arm, and then they phased together, shoving Kara through the wall and back onto the bed, “Tell me what it is you want, hero. You won’t have to fight for anything tonight,” Sioren lifted Kara’s shirt, not enough to expose the erogenous highlights of her body, just enough to suck the soft flesh to the side of her breast.

[I wrote this inebriated!]

[lol, figures. Hope you had a good Friday night. xD]

Kara took deep breathes as her privates were no longer being tormented. The soft lapping of Sioren's tongue was a nice change of pace. She wasn't sure she wanted it anymore. A traditional orgasm seemed just as appealing at the moment. Kara took one hand and caressed (not pulled) Sioren's hair, which smelled comforting and sweet, like cinnamon. With the other she massaged her own mound, gently, barely enough to tease any more fluid out of its crevice. Her eyes looked longingly at the stone in Sioren's hand, which emitted its soft green glow from in between her fingers. All she had to do was seal the blue light in her pendant away and she could experience the full-on agony the emerald-like gem would bring. But maybe not just yet. Maybe she needed to cool off....

"Sioren, can you... alternate between comforting me... and making me suffer? And could you swear to keep it a secret from anyone I know?"

Kara then thought for a moment and realized maybe she was being slightly inconsiderate.

"Also, do you want me to do something to you?"

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[Wow, I was not expecting that for some reason.]

Kara gasped and then panted at what Sioren was doing. Did I really ask for this? Is this what I wanted? Can I trust her? These thoughts struggled to form in her barely coherent mind as she was being overwhelmed by the sticky sweet warmth accumulating more and more in her crotch. The slaps and pounding were starting to make her nauseous and weak, as she started to feel each impact in her stomach more and more. But it was a good feeling, visceral and warm. It certainly contrasted with the stupor she felt before. The vulnerability was strangely relieving. No being a hero today. No whisking people out of fires. She could be at someone's mercy without the fate of a continent being at stake.

"Sss, ss, Sioren..." Kara's eyes grazed the view of the kitchen floor in shame  "I want you to make me feel... vulnerable... Can I trust you?" Her fury and resistance wore off at the thought of what she wanted Sioren to do. Shameful.

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Sioren clicked her tongue at the question. It was pointlessly cautious, and honestly, Sioren wasn’t a harbinger of good will. She came here to pin Kara up against a hard place. Sioren didn’t pause to be reassuring or predictable. She phased through Kara’s body into a standing position, grabbed Kara’s arm, and then they phased together, shoving Kara through the wall and back onto the bed, “Tell me what it is you want, hero. You won’t have to fight for anything tonight,” Sioren lifted Kara’s shirt, not enough to expose the erogenous highlights of her body, just enough to suck the soft flesh to the side of her breast.

[I wrote this inebriated!]

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"Ohh! Oh god…" The initial thud made Kara inhale and exhale sharply and she struggled to take deep, long breaths to get her poor heart under control. It really was like conducting a concert, getting the percussion to boom, the whining of the violin to twist and turn into her soul, the scraping sharpness of the trumpets. Of course Kara herself was too busy being overwhelmed by sensation to appreciate the analogy of a concert happening in her nether regions.

The more Sioren grazed and clawed at her inner canals, the stronger the cat-like whining and and whimpering streamed out through her teeth, the more the thunder clouds of pain juxtaposed with the thunder of pleasure itself and the lightning bolts of Sioren’s nails and fingers. Her fists pushed against the floor tires. Her head and neck muscles tensed as though they were trying to push through an invisible barrier. When she was coherent enough she reached back with one hand and made an effort to grab at Sioren’s hair.

"I did need this…" She whimpered before once again surrendering to her feline vocals.

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Sioren roughly grabbed Kara’s hand out of her hair and pinned it against Kara’s back, pushing to send pain into Kara’s shoulder, “That’s what I like to hear, but if you must, my legs would prefer your hands.” Sioren hooked her fingers into Kara’s slit and then slipped her legs between Kara’s onto the floor. Sioren’s knees hit the side of Kara’s jaw deliberately, and Sioren raked her nails down Kara’s ass, pulling her clit down onto her tongue. Sioren lapped at Kara’s entrance and then pressed hard circles against Kara’s clit with her tongue. She parted just enough to give Kara another hard smack there before licking again.

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[Wow, I was not expecting that for some reason.]

Kara gasped and then panted at what Sioren was doing. Did I really ask for this? Is this what I wanted? Can I trust her? These thoughts struggled to form in her barely coherent mind as she was being overwhelmed by the sticky sweet warmth accumulating more and more in her crotch. The slaps and pounding were starting to make her nauseous and weak, as she started to feel each impact in her stomach more and more. But it was a good feeling, visceral and warm. It certainly contrasted with the stupor she felt before. The vulnerability was strangely relieving. No being a hero today. No whisking people out of fires. She could be at someone's mercy without the fate of a continent being at stake.

"Sss, ss, Sioren..." Kara's eyes grazed the view of the kitchen floor in shame  "I want you to make me feel... vulnerable... Can I trust you?" Her fury and resistance wore off at the thought of what she wanted Sioren to do. Shameful.

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"Ohh! Oh god…" The initial thud made Kara inhale and exhale sharply and she struggled to take deep, long breaths to get her poor heart under control. It really was like conducting a concert, getting the percussion to boom, the whining of the violin to twist and turn into her soul, the scraping sharpness of the trumpets. Of course Kara herself was too busy being overwhelmed by sensation to appreciate the analogy of a concert happening in her nether regions.

The more Sioren grazed and clawed at her inner canals, the stronger the cat-like whining and and whimpering streamed out through her teeth, the more the thunder clouds of pain juxtaposed with the thunder of pleasure itself and the lightning bolts of Sioren’s nails and fingers. Her fists pushed against the floor tires. Her head and neck muscles tensed as though they were trying to push through an invisible barrier. When she was coherent enough she reached back with one hand and made an effort to grab at Sioren’s hair.

"I did need this…" She whimpered before once again surrendering to her feline vocals.

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Sioren roughly grabbed Kara's hand out of her hair and pinned it against Kara's back, pushing to send pain into Kara's shoulder, "That's what I like to hear, but if you must, my legs would prefer your hands." Sioren hooked her fingers into Kara's slit and then slipped her legs between Kara's onto the floor. Sioren's knees hit the side of Kara's jaw deliberately, and Sioren raked her nails down Kara's ass, pulling her clit down onto her tongue. Sioren lapped at Kara's entrance and then pressed hard circles against Kara's clit with her tongue. She parted just enough to give Kara another hard smack there before licking again.

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Kara’s breathing was labored as she lay on all fours. Her nails wanted to dig into the linoleum floor. God, the endorphins. She did need something like this. But it was more than just pain. It was something to push against. In a way it was better than flying off into space and blowing up derelict satellites. She wasn’t a goddess. She was a mortal animal full of flesh and blood and pain receptors and oh my god what is she doing with her thumb?

She needed the difficulty ramped up. She needed to struggle, to conquer. It  was a desire that contrasted with her timid, masochistic self. That was the self she wanted to give to Pakak when he was ready. But this… this required a much more pernicious mind to help her with. “I’ll bet…” she said with gasping breath, “you won’t even make a dent.”

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Sioren leaned over and moved her lips against the shell of Kara’s ear, “Should I dent you? I was just enjoying you, but If you’d like something that’ll linger, I can definitely do that,” with that Sioren reeled her fist back and slammed it back against Kara’s crotch. She lewdly twisted one of her knuckles against Kara’s entrance, which wasn’t necessarily pleasing but certainly invasive. She slipped her fingers in and easily grazed over Kara’s g-spot and clawed at that area. She withdrew her fingers and gave Kara a hard smack over her labia.

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"Ohh! Oh god..." The initial thud made Kara inhale and exhale sharply and she struggled to take deep, long breaths to get her poor heart under control. It really was like conducting a concert, getting the percussion to boom, the whining of the violin to twist and turn into her soul, the scraping sharpness of the trumpets. Of course Kara herself was too busy being overwhelmed by sensation to appreciate the analogy of a concert happening in her nether regions.

The more Sioren grazed and clawed at her inner canals, the stronger the cat-like whining and and whimpering streamed out through her teeth, the more the thunder clouds of pain juxtaposed with the thunder of pleasure itself and the lightning bolts of Sioren's nails and fingers. Her fists pushed against the floor tires. Her head and neck muscles tensed as though they were trying to push through an invisible barrier. When she was coherent enough she reached back with one hand and made an effort to grab at Sioren's hair.

"I did need this..." She whimpered before once again surrendering to her feline vocals.

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Kara’s breathing was labored as she lay on all fours. Her nails wanted to dig into the linoleum floor. God, the endorphins. She did need something like this. But it was more than just pain. It was something to push against. In a way it was better than flying off into space and blowing up derelict satellites. She wasn’t a goddess. She was a mortal animal full of flesh and blood and pain receptors and oh my god what is she doing with her thumb?

She needed the difficulty ramped up. She needed to struggle, to conquer. It  was a desire that contrasted with her timid, masochistic self. That was the self she wanted to give to Pakak when he was ready. But this… this required a much more pernicious mind to help her with. “I’ll bet…” she said with gasping breath, “you won’t even make a dent.”

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Sioren leaned over and moved her lips against the shell of Kara's ear, “Should I dent you? I was just enjoying you, but If you’d like something that’ll linger, I can definitely do that,” with that Sioren reeled her fist back and slammed it back against Kara's crotch. She lewdly twisted one of her knuckles against Kara’s entrance, which wasn’t necessarily pleasing but certainly invasive. She slipped her fingers in and easily grazed over Kara’s g-spot and clawed at that area. She withdrew her fingers and gave Kara a hard smack over her labia.

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"Hargh!" The first knee set off both an intense dull pain and a burning pan like an explosive device, and left its collateral tingling throughout her thighs. "Hehgh!" Sioren’s little twist made Kara shudder as the various senses overwhelmed her. Her kryptonian bloodlust was still active, and the endorphines that came from that knee resulted in a race between pain and pleasure...

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“Oh, please do try to resist. I like that a lot.” Sioren moved her arm over her chest to grab Kara’s ankle from over her shoulder, then pulled to flip Kara face down and on her knees. Sioren’s other arm caught Kara’s waist. Sioren ground her knuckles against Kara’s clit. Relishing Kara’s sounds, Sioren dug the nails of her free hand into Kara’s inner thigh, commanding her still...

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Kara's breathing was labored as she lay on all fours. Her nails wanted to dig into the linoleum floor. God, the endorphins. She did need something like this. But it was more than just pain. It was something to push against. In a way it was better than flying off into space and blowing up derelict satellites. She wasn't a goddess. She was a mortal animal full of flesh and blood and pain receptors and oh my god what is she doing with her thumb?

She needed the difficulty ramped up. She needed to struggle, to conquer. It  was a desire that contrasted with her timid, masochistic self. That was the self she wanted to give to Pakak when he was ready. But this... this required a much more pernicious mind to help her with. "I'll bet..." she said with gasping breath, "you won't even make a dent."

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"Hargh!" The first knee set off both an intense dull pain and a burning pan like an explosive device, and left its collateral tingling throughout her thighs. "Hehgh!" Sioren’s little twist made Kara shudder as the various senses overwhelmed her. Her kryptonian bloodlust was still active, and the endorphines that came from that knee resulted in a race between pain and pleasure. Pleasure was actually still winning, although pain wasn’t that far behind.

Kara pulled harder on Sioren’s hair. She was breathing through her teeth because of the pain. “Now we’re getting somewhere.” Her fingers curled around more hair and she raised her thumbs to rub and poke at Sioren’s cheeks.

"Lemme know if you want me to reciprocate. I won’t mind." Kara’s leg on Sioren’s shoulder tightened and pushed down on Sioren. Her other leg writhed and twisted and flexed, both because of the pain and as a demonstration that all of Kara’s limbs were still very much functional and that she was more than capable of resistance. She also pushed and slightly inched her privates up and down her knee.

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“Oh, please do try to resist. I like that a lot.” Sioren moved her arm over her chest to grab Kara’s ankle from over her shoulder, then pulled to flip Kara face down and on her knees. Sioren’s other arm caught Kara’s waist. Sioren ground her knuckles against Kara’s clit. Relishing Kara’s sounds, Sioren dug the nails of her free hand into Kara’s inner thigh, commanding her still. With the fist at Kara’s cunt, Sioren worked her thumb around the crotch of Kara’s boxers and ran her thumb down Kara’s slit before sliding in. Trying her, Sioren let her thumb slip out a little before pushing it back in, knuckles pressing against Kara’s pelvic bone again, aimed to strike.

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"Ahh!" Bumping the back of her head on the marble counter wasn’t exactly her idea of a turn-on. Luckily her hair helped cushion some of of the blow. Kara was seething with both discomfort and delight. The pressure on her shoulder was painful, but also felt kinda good. Still, it wasn’t where she…

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Sioren tilted her head into Kara’s grip and laughed with wild eyes. She grabbed a fistful of hair at Kara’s nape to leverage herself and shifted most of her weight onto her arms. She drew her knee back and rammed it back into its former place...

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"Hargh!" The first knee set off both an intense dull pain and a burning pan like an explosive device, and left its collateral tingling throughout her thighs. "Hehgh!" Sioren's little twist made Kara shudder as the various senses overwhelmed her. Her kryptonian bloodlust was still active, and the endorphines that came from that knee resulted in a race between pain and pleasure. Pleasure was actually still winning, although pain wasn't that far behind.

Kara pulled harder on Sioren's hair. She was breathing through her teeth because of the pain. "Now we're getting somewhere." Her fingers curled around more hair and she raised her thumbs to rub and poke at Sioren's cheeks.

"Lemme know if you want me to reciprocate. I won't mind." Kara's leg on Sioren's shoulder tightened and pushed down on Sioren. Her other leg writhed and twisted and flexed, both because of the pain and as a demonstration that all of Kara's limbs were still very much functional and that she was more than capable of resistance. She also pushed and slightly inched her privates up and down her knee.

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"Ahh!" Bumping the back of her head on the marble counter wasn’t exactly her idea of a turn-on. Luckily her hair helped cushion some of of the blow. Kara was seething with both discomfort and delight. The pressure on her shoulder was painful, but also felt kinda good. Still, it wasn’t where she...

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Sioren tilted her head into Kara’s grip and laughed with wild eyes. She grabbed a fistful of hair at Kara’s nape to leverage herself and shifted most of her weight onto her arms. She drew her knee back and rammed it back into its former place, feeling both pelvic bone and soft flesh against her knee. She didn’t mind that Kara’s grip was pulling at her scalp. Sioren reached one arm back for Kara’s ankle and supporting herself on one hand again, she lifted Kara’s leg onto her shoulder, her knee pressing into Kara’s groin, “You’ve needed this. Having your way isn’t enough. You want it to hurt, you want it to hurt in places not appropriate to touch in a fight.” Sioren hugged the leg on her shoulder, straightening it, and leaning forward, that same arm reached down and up Kara’s shirt, reaching for her nip and giving it a twist, causing the heat to pool down Kara’s body around Sioren’s leg. Then Sioren pulled back her other arm to tug at the loose fabric of Kara’s shorts.

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"Ahh!" Bumping the back of her head on the marble counter wasn't exactly her idea of a turn-on. Luckily her hair helped cushion some of of the blow. Kara was seething with both discomfort and delight. The pressure on her shoulder was painful, but also felt kinda good. Still, it wasn't where she actually wanted to be stomped...

"You can't think of a more creative spot than my shoulder?" Kara was almost pleased at Sioren's arrogance. This was going to be fun. Kara struggled to get her legs to either side of Sioren's other leg. She simultaneously lifted her torso as far as it would go with Sioren's boot grinding into the flesh just above her clavicle. Her hands were free enough to grab the back of Sioren's other knee and pull. Sioren lost her balance and toppled forward. Kara pulled her knee so  that it landed in between her legs into her crotch. She yelped in pain but at the same time grabbed Sioren's torso and brought her to eye level by grabbing her hair. With an twisted grin she said, "I want you to hurt me, but you're not Pakak, so it'll be on my terms." She grimaced as Sioren's knee hadn't gone anywhere, but maintained her grip on Sioren's hair as best she could.

[Feel free to resist and reestablish control, or give in, or whatever you want. Also this scene is actually somewhat unlikely anatomically speaking, as in making her fall, but it is still possible. lol]

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Kara responded by gripping Sioren’s waist with her arms and pulling her closer. She grasped at the back of Sioren’s hair like a handle bar and tried to maintain her gaze in Sioren’s eyes. She was dizzy and confused by the fact that she got herself in this situation, and worst of all she was enjoying it. The pinching and biting and digging of flesh didn’t hurt (Kara’s body didn’t bruise easily). Instead they seemed to tear and rip away the numbness she was feeling from her depressed state earlier. It was like her whole body was coming alive and returning to normal-

Bloodlust.

Woah… suddenly I feel really good… As Sioren continued to kiss her forcefully, Kara felt something strange happen to her. She was still horny, and still masochistic. But some overlaying sheet of nerves in her brain felt like they were crackling and sizzling with electricity. She felt the same urges as when she used to fly off at night and look for space debris to incinerate. Kryptonians were inherently violent and passionate after all…

She gave a little rasping grunt and started biting back at Sioren’s lips. She pulled her own and Sioren’s body back into the counter, slamming herself back into the edge and making the silverware rattle even louder. Her own nails sought and pushed against the edges of Sioren’s spine.

"You don’t mind if I make it difficult for you… do you?"

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Sioren growled at her hair getting pulled and slipped her tongue forward to drag it up Kara’s lips. She parted with a slow grin at the question. She dipped her head to Kara’s clavicle, kisses phasing through Kara's shirt onto Kara’s skin, Sioren’s hands pouring down the back of Kara’s legs, down to her knees, Kara’s nails meanwhile still dragging over Sioren’s muscles. That’s when Sioren lifted Kara’s calves to drop her to the floor, not at all minding if the drop was clumsy or if Kara bumped against protrusions on her way down. Sioren, now upright, stomped her boot onto Kara’s shoulder and grinded side to side. It was a reckless position, but it was paired with her answer, “Entertain me.”

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"I… think you have a pretty good idea of what’s on my mind." Kara awkwardly tossed the chip back into the bowl without losing Sioren’s cheek. "I don’t get what’s going on exactly, but Szielo must have told you what I was feeling. I’m just surmising that he’s gone now. It’s so strange…" Kara pulled away so she could look her in the eye again. Very slowly and cautiously she took each hand and gently pushed aside the cape on either side of Sioren’s waist and grazed her sides, in a way mimicking the touch that she had been given before. "The fact that you’re not human… makes this feel more… comfortable." Thoughts raced in her head, thoughts of perhaps Sioren punishing her with a knee for touching her and then subduing her on the kitchen floor (That was silly though. Sioren was being far more forward). But rather than try to artificially construct such an event, she just waited to see how Sioren would respond.

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"Sziel has more interesting things to do than follow me all the time. But I can’t promise what undetected eyes will do.." Sioren turned against Kara’s ear to scrape teeth and tongue against it, then settled at a groove behind her jaw. Sioren raised her hands to Kara’s and lightly trailed her thumbs along the hairs on Kara’s arm, the lightness causing the pores to shiver there, "Comfortable, you said?" Sioren then sunk her hands into Kara’s waist and pushed her hard against the kitchen counter so that it dug into her back, making utensils rattle. This gave a little distance so Sioren could catch her gaze. Her eyes were waiting chasms looking to swallow her. "Still human actually, just worse," The kiss that followed was harsh. Sioren pulled a fistful of Kara’s shirt to crash their lips together. Teeth pinched Kara’s bottom lip in time with the nails that now dug at the skin where Kara hit the counter, attempting the first shallow rows of welts up her spine.

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Kara responded by gripping Sioren's waist with her arms and pulling her closer. She grasped at the back of Sioren's hair like a handle bar and tried to maintain her gaze in Sioren's eyes. She was dizzy and confused by the fact that she got herself in this situation, and worst of all she was enjoying it. The pinching and biting and digging of flesh didn't hurt (Kara's body didn't bruise easily). Instead they seemed to tear and rip away the numbness she was feeling from her depressed state earlier. It was like her whole body was coming alive and returning to normal-

Bloodlust.

Woah... suddenly I feel really good... As Sioren continued to kiss her forcefully, Kara felt something strange happen to her. She was still horny, and still masochistic. But some overlaying sheet of nerves in her brain felt like they were crackling and sizzling with electricity. She felt the same urges as when she used to fly off at night and look for space debris to incinerate. Kryptonians were inherently violent and passionate after all...

She gave a little rasping grunt and started biting back at Sioren's lips. She pulled her own and Sioren's body back into the counter, slamming herself back into the edge and making the silverware rattle even louder. Her own nails sought and pushed against the edges of Sioren's spine.

"You don't mind if I make it difficult for you... do you?"

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"I… think you have a pretty good idea of what’s on my mind." Kara awkwardly tossed the chip back into the bowl without losing Sioren’s cheek. "I don’t get what’s going on exactly, but Szielo must have told you what I was feeling. I’m just surmising that he’s gone now. It’s so strange…" Kara pulled away so she could look her in the eye again. Very slowly and cautiously she took each hand and gently pushed aside the cape on either side of Sioren’s waist and grazed her sides, in a way mimicking the touch that she had been given before. "The fact that you’re not human… makes this feel more… comfortable." Thoughts raced in her head, thoughts of perhaps Sioren punishing her with a knee for touching her and then subduing her on the kitchen floor (That was silly though. Sioren was being far more forward). But rather than try to artificially construct such an event, she just waited to see how Sioren would respond.

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"Sziel has more interesting things to do than follow me all the time. But I can't promise what undetected eyes will do.." Sioren turned against Kara's ear to scrape teeth and tongue against it, then settled at a groove behind her jaw. Sioren raised her hands to Kara's and lightly trailed her thumbs along the hairs on Kara's arm, the lightness causing the pores to shiver there, "Comfortable, you said?" Sioren then sunk her hands into Kara's waist and pushed her hard against the kitchen counter so that it dug into her back, making utensils rattle. This gave a little distance so Sioren could catch her gaze. Her eyes were waiting chasms looking to swallow her. "Still human actually, just worse," The kiss that followed was harsh. Sioren pulled a fistful of Kara's shirt to crash their lips together. Teeth pinched Kara's bottom lip in time with the nails that now dug at the skin where Kara hit the counter, attempting the first shallow rows of welts up her spine.

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Kara bit her lower lip. Wow, yummy. She thought to herself, Wow, I never thought I’d be this turned on by a ghost before. But what was going on exactly? She wasn’t gay or bi. This was such an unlikely turn of events. It must have been the temptation. A little voice kept saying in her head she’ll do it. Tell her what you want...

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Sioren scooped the dip off the chip with her finger and sucked it off with a brief puckering sound, “Could use another Serrano chile.” Sioren’s boots made her slightly taller, and she resumed her steady gaze on Kara, “I am different because my soul is human, but none of us would be very good at handling souls if we weren’t quick to learn the environment, the culture...

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"I... think you have a pretty good idea of what's on my mind." Kara awkwardly tossed the chip back into the bowl without losing Sioren's cheek. "I don't get what's going on exactly, but Szielo must have told you what I was feeling. I'm just surmising that he's gone now. It's so strange..." Kara pulled away so she could look her in the eye again. Very slowly and cautiously she took each hand and gently pushed aside the cape on either side of Sioren's waist and grazed her sides, in a way mimicking the touch that she had been given before. "The fact that you're not human... makes this feel more... comfortable." Thoughts raced in her head, thoughts of perhaps Sioren punishing her with a knee for touching her and then subduing her on the kitchen floor (That was silly though. Sioren was being far more forward). But rather than try to artificially construct such an event, she just waited to see how Sioren would respond.