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Romance found himself unable to concentrate. Every time someone mentioned Huntrix, flashes of Mira and what she had done to him left his brain completely blank. He had always known he quickly fell into a sexually submissive role but he had hoped he’d at least put up a symbolical fight. The way Mira had him unraveled in seconds was mind-blowing and if he was honest, he had to admit she had him wrapped around her finger long before he had ever entered that dressing room.
He remembered how she had left him, head spinning, pants down, exposed in all possible ways. He had felt incredibly vulnerable as he picked himself up and for some reason hadn’t been able to stop shaking and crying while he cleaned up. When he had finally made his way back to the rest of his group with his tail between his legs, he had felt utterly humiliated.
It had left him hating Mira but craving her even more. Seeing her or thinking about her made his body response intensely. He had to take many breaks over the last days because he easily became ragingly hard. Just like now. They had practice soon and he needed to calm his body down enough to suffer through it.
He tried not to think about her while he worked himself to orgasm but his thoughts wandered to the feeling of her behind him, body pressed against his back, strong hand around his cock, hot breath and teeth on his skin. Her soft lips on his shortly before she left. He tried to imagine her lips on his cock, sucking him off, but instead, her words came back to him.
‘Kissing is something between people who date.’
He spilled hot over his hand, a broken moan the only sound in the small bathroom. When he had calmed down enough to join the others, he knew he needed to see her again.
“So...” Mira put her legs up on the table and looked at her two friends. “Now that we all did our part, how did it go?”
“Really well!” Zoey giggled happily. “Mystery is such a good puppy.”
“… didn’t need to know your kinks.” Mira tried to sound sincere but couldn’t hold her laughter in. “Nah, I’m kidding, tell us everything.”
“Sure. Mystery really likes it when I call him a good boy or puppy.” Zoey grinned and her eyes shone brightly. It was clear she also enjoyed that. Mira smiled and nodded in appreciation.
“Good thing we have such reliable birth control.” Zoey squirmed in place. “Because he really liked being on his knees, eating me out and then bending me over.”
Mira laughed and high-fived Zoey, happy her friend enjoyed it so well. She had tried to tell herself she hadn’t liked her little fling with Romance for two days now. But she found herself planning what to do the next time whenever she didn’t consciously reminded herself that she hadn’t liked it. Not that there would be a next time. Surely not one where she made Romance kneel before her, grabbing his hair to hold him in place while he moaned into her cunt and looked up at her with those eyes again, teary and filled with such beautiful submission and breath-taking adoration. Because that would be terrible and she’d hate it.
“And you?” Zoey looked at her with great interest.
“Well, Romance pretty much folded immediately but he was very into it. I never got undressed but my handiwork is pretty good apparently.” She winked and Zoey giggled.
“And you, Rumi?”
They both turned to their friend who had been suspiciously quit and now forced a smile that made the other two immediately alert.
“Did something happen? Did Jinu hurt you?” Mira was immediately on the offense, ready to tear the demon apart if he so much as broke a hair on Rumi’s head.
“No!” Rumi shook her head. “He didn’t hurt me. We just…talked.”
“You just talked?” Zoey raised her eyebrows.
“I’ve never dated before!” Rumi exclaimed and blushed. “I never had the opportunity to.”
“It was your idea”, Mira countered and Rumi blushed deeper.
“Yeah, and it was because I have never dated. I thought it’d be easy. Maybe it’s just Jinu but… we talked and he…” She looked down. “We kissed…” She murmured it like it was the dirtiest secret she had ever admitted to.
“That’s fine, you got him frazzled, right?”
Rumi nodded.
“Yeah, he had also never been on an actual date before.”
“Oh my god! Two awkward virgins on a fuck-date, of course that didn’t work out.” Mira slapped her forehead. Rumi gave a squeak and Zoey patted her shoulder.
“So… do you have him hooked?”
Rumi nodded, bright red.
“We have another date planned… 3 days from now…”
Zoey and Mira exchanged a glance.
“Here?”, Zoey questioned carefully and a grin spread across her face when Rumi shook her head. “Guess I’ll invite Mystery over.”
“And guess I’ll be somewhere else”, Mira added, watching Zoey pull out put her phone. “Wait, do you have Mystery’s number?”
“Sure.” Zoey smiled brightly, typing away. Mira could glance a long wall of chatting back and forth. “Don’t you have Romance’s?”
“It never crossed my mind”, Mira admitted, cursing her carelessness. How could she organize another date now? Not that she wanted to. But like this she couldn’t even if she wanted to. Which she didn’t.
“Do you have Jinu’s?”
Rumi shook her head.
“I don’t think he even knows how to use a phone…”
“Then how do you communicate?”
Rumi blushes again, before she mutters: “… tiger…”
“… what?”
“That’s… weird.” Mira looked the blue tiger over. “Doesn’t look like he has a single thought behind those eyes…”
Zoey was already hugging and cuddling the tiger who licked her arms in return.
“He’s adorable!”, she squealed and Rumi chuckled, petting him. A bird with 6 eyes flew in and settled next to Mira with a low caw. She looked at them. They looked at her. With a slight smile, Mira raised a finger and scratched the bird under the beak, which earned her a happy chirp.
Demon bird and demon tiger. That was weird. But Mira decided not to question it.
“So you give him a note and he gives it to Jinu?”, she asked, trying to talk over Zoey excited noises. Rumi nodded.
“Could he sent one to Romance?” The girls looked at the tiger, who laid his head to the side, mouth open, eyes staring into two opposite sides of space.
“Is that a yes?”
Rumi shrugged in a ‘don’t ask me’ way. Behind her, the bird gave a noise that sounded suspiciously like a sigh before they landed on the tiger’s head, looking at Mira expectedly.
“Be right back.” Mira ran to her room, grabbed the notebook that was always in her room for when ideas struck her and tore out one side, scribbled an address and a date and time on it, then, in a moment of weakness, pressed her lips to the paper, leaving a red mark, before neatly folding it. When she brought it back, the bird picked it up, clearly wanting this job done by themselves. Rumi had a note herself and gently laid it into the tiger’s mouth, before both disappeared.
Mira felt uneasy about the whole thing. Would this note reach Romance? Would he even know it was from her? Would he come to the address? What if all the Saja Boys appeared to ambush her?
She would find out 3 days from now.
Time to plan her outfit.
Romance looked at the note in his hand. In was from Mira. It was her handwriting. Plus, it felt like her, smelled like her. His fingers brushed over the red lip stain. She had kissed the paper. Just like she had kissed him.
‘Kissing is something between people who date.’
He bit his lip, trying to calm down. A date. An address. She wanted him there, wherever there was. And he’d be there.
He tucked the note away where none of the others would find it and, for 3 days, touched it, held it, until it didn’t just feel like her anymore, until his essence mixed with hers, until they formed the most perfect union on the small paper, holding a delicious promise.
Mira had been early, setting up. The small apartment had been a gift from her parents, an apology for sending her away she assumed. It wasn’t big and she never used it. She had more money than she cared for and material gifts didn’t undo the sting of ignoring her for years, of the yelling matches, the absences. But for now, it would be useful.
There were just 2 rooms, a spacious living room and a smaller bedroom, plus a nice bad and a rather tiny kitchen. Plus, a camera to show who came to visit so could make sure it was just the one Saja Boy coming in.
She had heated up the place a bit, put down some boxes of tissue around, laid down some snacks and drinks for in between, then prepared her toys.
They had all evening and the apartment was pretty much soundproof. They could do all sorts of things. And there were many things Mira had wanted to try for a long time. With her life as an idol, she couldn’t really do most of them. Finding a man who would willingly submit to her and who took pleasure from the pain she wanted to deal out wouldn’t be hard but keeping it secret from the public would be. Romance wouldn’t tell. In her mind, he was more trustworthy than any human in that regard. And he seemed to have been into pain at least somewhat. Maybe Mira would make him face his limits today. Maybe she wouldn't get close. She would definitely find out. He was probably way more durable than a human man and that was absolutely exciting. The idea of stripping a man to his bare bones, of freeing him through the pain she caused, of seeing him break had always fascinated and aroused her. That the man she could live this out with was a demon was exhilarating.
Carefully, she placed all the toys on the table she had set aside. Over the years she had bought them here and there, whenever her desires had become too strong. Just having them, touching them, helped her to create scenarios in her head, enough to keep her calm.
She had several plugs and taken the two she liked the most, one of which claimed to stimulate the prostate. She'd also taken he whip that felt delicious in her hand, the small bamboo cane, the satin ropes, three dildos, which were the only things she had used before. And of course, her special toy and the bottle of lube. She didn’t yet know if she wanted to use them at all but it was better to be prepared.
Then, she sat down on the sofa and waited, trying to ignore how anxious her heartbeat was.
Romance stood in front of the building, trying to calm his breathing and heartbeat. The time neared but he was a few minutes early and didn’t want to seem too eager. He wore the outfit he had planned to wear for the Idol awards, knowing he looked drop-dead gorgeous. He wanted to match Mira, who was a goddess walking the earth.
4 more minutes.
Slowly, Romance entered the house, searching for the right door. He hadn’t felt so nervous in forever, not even when they had faced Gwi-Ma. At the same time, he had never wanted someone, to be with someone like this. So he kept going, hoping for some more of her attention. There was an open door, awaiting him. He crept forward, made sure it was the right apartment, then entered.
Mira had set herself in scene and damn, she was breathtaking. In the dim lighting of the apartment, she was lounging on the sofa elegantly as if she was in the middle of a photo shoot. When he closed the door behind him without taking his eyes off of her, she opened one eye and looked at him with a lazy smirk.
“Right on time. Good boy.”
Romance felt himself shiver. The way she looked at him, holding him in place with a simple glance and a few words, the power she had over him with no right to it, was terrifying and he felt himself craving her presence, her benevolence, with an intensity that stole the breath right out of his lungs.
Slowly, he walked towards her, lying on the sofa like she didn’t have a care in the world, though he was aware of her eyes following him closely. When he reached her, he carefully knelt down.
For all his bravado and flirty nature, words had failed him with her the last time and he already felt them leaving his brain again under her gaze. He didn’t mind. She had control, like she rightfully should. His flirty persona had been developed not for fun but as a necessity to survive. To lure in people who provided temporary safety, a warm bed to sleep for the night and the promise of a filled belly. Now, it was used to lure in different prey. But her he didn’t want to lure. And he wouldn’t be able to. She was the one luring him and he’d bitten ages ago.
“What’s your plan?”, he asked instead, not missing how her eyes sparked with excitement when he knelt or how her smirk widened at his words.
“The idol awards are tomorrow”, she answered. “This might be our last chance to play and I have a few things I’ve wanted to try for quite some time. Never had anyone who I could do it with until you.”
She sat up and moved a hand to card fingers through his hair, before cupping his cheek. He eagerly leaned into the touch, preening at her words. He was special to her, even if just for such a thing, such a short while.
“What’s your limit?”
„My… limit?“
„The last time you seemed to like giving me control as well as the pain, didn’t you?”
He nodded, still not getting where she was going with this. He was here, wasn’t he?
“I can take whatever you deal out.”
Annoyance and confusion flickered over Mira’s face and he felt his heart drop.
“That wasn’t the question”, she scolded him. “Did you like it?”
He nodded, choosing to keep his mouth shut for now.
“Would you like more?”
He nodded again, eyes shining eagerly. Mira nodded, her breath quickening a bit, as she stood.
“Take a look at what I brought.”
He rose, following her to the small table, feeling his heart skip a beat and his cock stir as he laid eyes on all the toys. Few were new to him and his mind provided memories of cane strikes against his behind, making it clench around a well-fitted plug. The burn of rope against wrists as he squirmed. The memories mixed with the ones of Mira’s hands over his skin and it made him tingle all over. There were three different dildos, one small and short, one formed like a real penis and pretty average, the other as long but red and ribbed all the way down. He didn’t know if Mira wanted to use them on him or him to him to use them on her but either way, he hoped it would be the third one. That one looked quite interesting.
There was one toy he didn’t know and he eyed it curiously. A pile of leather straps. Were they for tying him down? But wasn’t that the rope’s purpose?
“Never seen one before?” Mira picked it up and held it against her hips. There was a ring in front of her hips and she grabbed one of the dildos, holding it in front of her. “Called a strap, so I can fuck you.”
“Yes!” Romance cursed himself, his mouth had been quicker than his brain again. But Mira only smiled.
“Good to know, this is the one I wanted to try the most. And I want you to eat me out.”
A strangled sound made it’s way out of Romance as his mind came up with the images and sounds he had imaged of her during the last days. They would actually become reality.
“But first…” Mira’s voice called him back to the presence. “Is there anything here you don’t want?” She waved towards the toys and Romance shook his head.
“You want to try them all?” His voice was hoarse, his mind a swirl of emotions and imagination.
“If you don’t mind.”
“Not at all.” Quite the opposite. His pants were getting tighter and tighter the longer they talked. The fact that Mira cared to ask for his input didn’t help. She was amazing.
“How your stamina?”
“Haven’t tried it in a while, but the last few days I had to jerk off a lot.”
Mira’s face lit up and her smirk widenend. She licked her lips and looked him over.
“Did I have that kind of effect on you?”, she asked, stepping closer. He nodded, reaching for her waist. She stopped just outside his reach, leaving him wanting, his finger gripping empty air.
“Very much”, he answered. “If you want to use all of these on me, you’ll shatter me completely.”
Mira stepped around him, evading his hands but brushing her own fingers on his upper arm and back, leaning in to purr into his ear.
“Good.”
He shivered again, fighting the desire to turn around. He wanted to be good for her.
“I do plan on breaking you”, she admitted and now both her hands were trailing over his arms, setting fire in their wake. “Of pushing you until you shatter and then remaking you in my image.”
“Please!”, he gasped out, painfully hard already. Mira chuckled darkly behind him and bit down at the juncture of his neck and shoulder, drawing out a moan.
“So desperate for me”, she whispered against his skin and he nodded, trying to press against her but she stepped back and he nearly fell. His head whipped around, looking desperately for her. She wouldn’t just leave like that again, right? Thankfully, she was just right there, looking over the plugs.
“First thing’s first, rules.” Mira turned and pinned Romance in place with a glare. “You don’t touch yourself or do anything I don’t command you to.”
He nodded.
“If it becomes too much, you tell me. ‚Red‘ for stop, ‚yellow‘ for slowing down or getting near your limit. ‚Green‘ if you’re good. Use them. You’ll be of no use to me if you break early on.” She smirked and looked him over. “That’s for later.”
He felt himself shiver, but in a good way. She had a plan. She knew what she wanted, what he was supposed to do. All he had to do was follow, give up control, revel in the pleasure and pain, no need to think. No way to fuck it up with his decisions. Good. No, better. It was amazing.
“Undress.”
He was quick to follow, shedding his clothes and depositing them in a neat pile, before turning back to her and finding her eyes roaming his body. The last time they had been together, she had seen only his cock and the surrounging area, this time he was completely bare to her. And she seemed to like what she was seeing. Romance knew he was nowhere near as muscular as Abby but he was built quite well, toned body all the way, just like she probably was.
Oh, how he wanted to explore her body with everything he had.
Mira licked her lips, then turned and made her way to the sofa again, pointing to the floor just before she had sat.
“Come here.”
He scrambled to kneel where she pointed, thoughts all over the place but cock rock-hard.