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Ahri growled as she pulled against her leather shackles, the sound muffled by the muzzle on her face. She bared her fangs at the person entering the room, trying her hardest to scratch them as her hunger overtook. They were still too far for her to feed on, her weak state making her unable to emit her charm.
The person took their time, their stillness of the room prolonging the swirl of emotions that overtook her. The longer the silence stretched on, the longer Ahri felt an unnerving feeling seep into her bones, and the longer she took to formulate anything.
Try as she might, she was losing her bravado. She felt like prey when she was bound like this, she had no power over whoever was in the room.
That small logical part of her brain knew it was Eve, and that Eve would never actually hurt her. The siren was always the one there when she was going feral, and vice versa. They wouldn’t put Kai, Kali or Sera in danger. Granted, none of them were fully human, but they were still susceptible to her charms, and Eve fully doubted they could take Ahri in this state. Not like they were going to find out anytime soon.
Ahri could hurt them.
Or worse, she could kill them.
But for now, those 3 were out doing whatever they did when they were out, with the exception of causing trouble because the two unnies won’t be there to help them anytime soon.
Evelynn was in the corner of the room - silent, observing, and waiting - for until Ahri lost that little hard shell of hers and submitted. A faint whine was heard from the bed and Evelynn watched Ahri crumble.
“Use your words, gumiho.” A snarl and then, “Eve, I- I need to feed.”
“That wasn’t really convincing,” Evelynn smirked, pushing her fox further.
“P-please Eve, I really need to feed. Please?” Ahri begged, her whole body shaking from her need.
“That’s better.” Eve sauntered into Ahri’s view, resting her clawed fingers on Ahri’s head. Everything in Ahri was screaming at her to feed and take, but Evelynn’s words from before resurface in her head.
“Control, and I’ll give you as much as you need,” Evelynn had said. Ahri hated how much she believed Eve, how much trust she put into her words. Ahri knew that Eve always kept her promise when it came to her, but she was hungry. Her whole being was trembling with need as Ahri held on to the last tethers of control she could muster.
Ahri clenched her fist, her claws drawing blood as it latched onto her clammy palms, willing herself to hold on just a little longer.
Evelynn’s fingers slid lower and unlatched Ahri’s muzzle, placing it delicately onto the side table.
The demon starts the kiss slowly, holding Ahri down by her chest to stop her from chasing anything too soon. For the better part, Ahri concedes, letting Eve do most of the work, letting her lead the whole kiss, letting her control the intensity, and she does her part by giving up as much control as she’s willing to her eternal partner.
Evelynn licks the vixen’s lower lip, requiring entry and Ahri granting it immediately. Their tongues dance an intricate and familiar one, unfortunately, the nine-tailed fox stumbles multiple times, her canines longer and sharper, making everything unclear in her mind.
Ahri feels Eve’s hands roam her whole being, leaving goosebumps in her wake, She feels the buttons on her button-up blouse slip open one by one, revealing more of her skin. Evelynn’s finger ghost’s the path of Ahri’s fur around her chest area, earning shudders from her.
Ahri almost snaps, so she growls in warning, communicating everything to Eve in one sound.
Finally, after what seems like an eternity, Evelynn gives Ahri the greenlight to feed, and oh does she take. She pulls and pushes, inhaling the sweet scents, the bitter ones, the salty ones, she feels everything. The memories hit her like a freight train, filling up the confines and making up the fibre of her person.
The pain of the past with Theo, the emptiness of the whole façade she played early on, the satisfaction of her kills and the memory of some.
When she feels satisfied, she struggles to stop, the feeling addicting and wondrous, but she reminds herself of the dangers if she takes too much, even with Evelynn. When she taps out, she feels the strings snap and turn, forming a tapestry of stories weaving into an intoxicating and muddled part of Ahri.
A cloud sheaths Evelynn’s brightly shining eyes, and Ahri worries she took too much. Guilt settles and weighs down in Ahri’s chest, panicking at the possibility of losing Eve in mind.
“Worried you took too much gumiho?” Evelynn coos, her claws resting at the base of her ears.
“Evie~” Ahri mutters relieved, but remorse and shame still swims in her mind.
“Shh, it’s ok, I got you~” Evelynn kisses her once and it’s Ahri’s turn to feel the breathlessness of it all, the lightheaded feeling of losing her agony makes her feel much better.
Her hands slip free from their confines as Evelynn releases her. She buries her head into Evelynn’s neck and allows the demon to lull her to sleep.