08 - Gore/Guro | Knifeplay | Roleplay | Role Reversal
He scrabbled over the floor, trying to find purchase, trying to get around the corner.
Momentum was a cruel thing, when cookies were so delicious.
But finally, his claws found a space between the floorboards and he could run on, past the living room, two sets of footsteps behind him.
He saw Gabrielle looking over: “What does he have there?”
Matia, owner of one pair of feet, exclaimed enthusiastically: “A KNIFE!”
With a side-glance, he saw her eyes get wider: “NO!”
He crouched closer to the floor and scrabbled over the floor faster, ears close to his body and tail rigid behind him.
He zoomed past and around another corner until he finally found the long closet and slid under it. It… it was a tight fit. But with slight wriggling, he got under it and spit the knife behind him.
When he turned around, he saw Mazin, frowing: //Give me back my knife! It’s a ritualistic piece! I need it!//
Henoccoon hissed at him, yellow eyes shining: //You’ll just drop blood again, and then I will have to deal with all the people trying to murder you… while you are having some weird sex games!//
//Ey! I didn’t even- I actually just wanted to use it during those games, cutting away her clothes an-//
//STOP right there, you fiend! She would not like! You worried her for a week! SHOO! NO!//
“Mazin, what is going on? Why is he hissing?” Gabrielle asked, crouching down to look at well.
In this moment, Henoch only looked at her with big eyes, she should not go with this fiend!
“I wanted my knife back to-“
“COONIE! There you aaaare! Are you stuck?” She reached a hand for him, while he shoved the knife in a safe distance before he went to lick her hand.
And Mazin backtracked: “… to just… leave it there for now. I can… find it later. After the r-… Henoch got unstuck”
He stood up. And Gabrielle, too.
Henoch heard a sot kissing sound… and then played catch with Matia’s fingers. To her utter delight.
… there had been enough kinky sex the last few weeks. Someone had to at least step in!
„Matia’s asleep. The raccoon keeps her grumpy – but good – company. We have a whoooo~le evening for ourselves”
The man had the audacity to wriggle his brows. “You… you have been gone for a week without even a note. Right after you told me you are the fox I’ve been feeding for a year. And magic. And just altogether ridiculous?!”
Her frown deepened: “You dare to just come into my bedroom like this?! After Matia had been inconsolable?! Only Henoch -because this ‘raccoon’ has a name thank you very much – able to calm her a little?!”
“I thought that would specifically a reason why it would be… welcomed?”
She wrinkled her nose. And narrowed her eyes.
He muttered – apparently had to mutter! – “Apparently not…” and stepped on the spot sheepishly.
“… I left the r-… the Henoch here!”
“Well yes, but he doesn’t talk!”
“He does talk to Matia?”
She stared at him for a good moment: “… she didn’t say a thing, though!”
Now he wrinkled his nose unhappily “Well. Well I’ve got responsibilities. And I didn’t notice it was a week. I was just… arranging some things. I didn’t sleep the whole time. It’s what my kind has to do… and make… you okay… and… well…”
Gabrielle still frowned deeply, arms crossed: “… not to mention you could have gotten hurt as well”
“But I’m fine. Really, I’m better than fine. And Henoch would have noticed, Nothing to worry about, really!”
It certainly did not help convince her: “… hrm. Sure, it wold not have been anything to worry about. If you had told me”
“I promise I’ll try to be better. I’ll give note before? Yes? I’ve taken care of most things”
She looked away from him, closing her eyes. No. She’d worried for a week.
But he crawled onto her – usually she would even say their – bed, she heard the tails moving. Another thing to just garner her favour. But not today.
She turned further away from the pleading eyes.
Then she heard one of his magic tricks poofing into existence. Whatever that would be. Certainly nothing good.
“Mazin, take a hint and just leave the room n-“ Gabe had opened her eyes again, wanting to send him a scathing look.
But her eyes had caught on big, yellow eyes. Open and innocent-looking. With the same silvery-hair Mazin sported. Only in long and luscious and soft. Because it’s his female form.
She looked behind herself. Main still laid there, sprawling on the… other side of the bed.
But in front of her was his… female form.
Looking back and forth, this was a… strange situation.
“… … … Mazin, you can’t just trick yourself into forgiving you! Illusions are fun and all, but you can look as apologetic as you want, this still won’t-“
In this moment, he grabbed for his female version and pulled them in… for a kiss.
And. They kissed. In front of her
Apparently, it was not an illusion.
But actually a real, physical being?
They both smirked at her.
When she looked away, frown back in place, they continued to kiss, her Kimono sliding down over their shoulders, hands wandering…
It… was a strange spectacle, observed from the corner of her eye. The female-Mazin let out a sigh when the male version bit her shoulder at the right place, pulling at his hair.
The female came a little closer, and he slipped his hand into her kimono, squeezing a soft breast, teasing her nipple, just in sight for Gabrielle to watch it harden and hear her gasp, see her claw at his back with slightly too sharp fingernails.
Mazin let out a rumbling hum, grinding slightly against her, teeth on her throat, while she looked at Gabrielle and-
The owner of the house grabbed both their wrists and pulled them towards her: “IF yu are going to do this right on my bed, at least involve me!”
Two smirking, clever mouths descended upon her.
And four deft hands made very quick work of her clothes.
… this was probably not the best way of… punishment.
But… she would face these mistakes later. For now, she ad a blush in place to face some… other things.
