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  1. His insults hit her in a soft spot, causing her to quiver in delight, her eyes softening as she fell to her knees, shaking. She'd lick her lips, looking up at him with a big smile. Drool falling from the corner of her mouth as she looked to him. Her face only getting more and more red as she heard his last comment. To her, those were indeed compliments, but.. but she wanted to hear him scream. She needed that, so standing, struggling at first, she stood- managing to get to her feet shakily. The purple waters that coated her arm would fall from it. Leaving it bare, but dry. The symbiote that stuck to her arm changing into a darkened black and purple mist that would disperse shortly.
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  3. "Mine~ Mine~! Mine~!!'
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  5. She spoke almost dreamily. He would suffice as a first, she could see it now- she was going to have a LOT of fun with this one. And seeing the malice in his eyes, his intentions, it caused her to shiver, she was almost there. Her eyes widening and focusing on him now. She would let him make the first move. Her body seeming loose now, her legs weren't even straight. The fronts of her knees touching one another as the tips of her feel burrowed deeper within the soggy soil underneath. It'd given way due to her weight, but was she able to defend during Alex's attack?
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  7. As he dashed forwards, she would watch closely, and as he'd gotten close, a torrent of water would burst upwards like a geyser- firing him up into the the air. Followed by a volley of condensed spheres of occultic energies. Each hit that he would take would have some effect on her, a good one- err for her anyways. But as things would continue, he would catch one and start to deflect the spheres as they came along, and even using a bit of water to attack her. She overpowered his easily however- forcing his mana out of the stream- replacing it with her own and sendid it out towards him.
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  9. He was doing well now, perhaps because of being fueled by rage, maybe it was fear? She couldn't quite put her finger on it as she watched. But even then, he would burst through and come down with a falling slash. She sidestepped at the last moment, a grin spreading as she tried to pelt him again- but a lunge was taking forwards, a bit faster than before, and she wasn't quite ready for it. Taking a diagonal slash to the chest. The cut stinging and burning, but her eyes narrowed now- her head that faced upwards which was supposedly reeling in pain- was in fact still smiling.
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  11. If he couldn't see it before, then he'd see it now, the drool dripping heavily down her chin, the raging blush on her face that only seemed to get heavier. And lastly, her eyes. It was clear that she wanted him, that she was having fun, and that there was some other purpose behind this. But just what was it? It would be hard to figure out since he'd catch a condensed stream of water to the torso, launching him back into a tree. The water that would burst off of his body would come together back around his arms- and mixed with her own occultic magics would make chains that held his arms and legs down as she dashed forwards.
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  13. Her lips pressing against his aggresively- but even so, it seemed to only be a comforter of sorts as her blade would slash against his chest, arms, legs- but only with the very tip of it, leaving thin cuts along his form repeatedly. Laughing all the while. Until she'd gotten an idea. Her head turning almost robotically towards his right arm- where she would moving in quickly. And taking his strength in consideration, she would thicken the chains that held him down as slowly, on his inner forearm, she would carve her name into his skin. Being careful not to cut any arteries, but it was clear that she was enjoying this.
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  15. And when she was done, she would press her body against his,, mixing their blood and whispering into his ear.
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  17. "Now, you're mine Lower than trash, you will grovel beneath my feet And if not- you will recieve a replay of your mistakes. Understand~?"
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  19. She nuzzled against his form, over the cuts and all- at the moment, content. She'd found herself a new...toy. Her own heavy breaths taken as she cuddled against him. Yea.. definately somethin wrong with her.
  20. (Tyria)
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