Magical Boy Omake

“I hate you.” She snarled like a cornered beast, the sweetness of that venom pouring into her counterpart’s ear. “You disgusting, ill bred, ill mannered, uncouth, barbarian woman!”

The other pressed closer yet still, stealing a kiss from resisting lips. “You might. But you love it when I do this to you. Don’t you Princess.” Fingers played between thighs, tickling another set of lips, a small moan escaping from the captured woman’s throat.

“Rapist… Whore!” The girl tried again, throwing out insults between small sharp cries. Her deep violet locks mussed as they tossed about. Her captor smiled, there was always something enticing about the way her captive squirmed. “Caller… stop… stop it now!”

“You’re not allowed to give me orders Princess.” The cyan haired woman grinned, revealing small fangs among her perfect teeth. Wild Golden eyes focused deep upon reserved red-amber as the restrained woman flinched away. “Yeah that’s right Willow darling. The last time we did this you were the one that made me squirm. I’m just repaying the favor. I might not be that brother of yours but you’re going to feel it by the time I’m done with you. You’re going to suffer for that last stunt of yours a bit.”

“Bitch.” Willow spat before turning her face away, a deep blush formed at her cheeks. A sharp slap rung out as a handprint was left on her pale cheek, leaving her eyes watering with the sting of it.

“You don’t get to be angry with me about that.” Caller barked, her golden eyes an intense focus. “Using my backdoor without permission, keeping me for a week. Fuck girl I would have sworn that you were smarter than to try shit like that. But if you’re not smarter than that maybe I’ll just have to make sure you learn the hard way. Anyone else I’d be making sure they died a horrible death... You’re lucky that I actually like you.”

The wild cyan haired girl pressed forward, cradling the cheek which she’d slapped before placing a kiss on the same cheek, then trailed down to Willow’s exposed neck, suckling hard against the pale flesh there till a circular bruise emerged. Her lithe fingers still working their way between the restrained girl’s thighs.

Willow groaned.

“What the fuck really possessed you to even try it?” Caller spoke, her voice sad yet serious. “You have to know even your sister agreed to this, giving you to me like this. Your sweet, innocent, adorable, love-drunk little sister. Willow… even she agreed with me and Chariot that this should be your punishment.”

Willows eyes leaked as she stifled her voice again, Caller’s fingers had never stopped. And yet there was an anger there which seemed to transcend the entire affair.

“You want to know? You Caller of all people? You barbarian fuckwit… you reprobate scum… you fucking… fuck you!” Willow cried out, half sob half angry bark. Then her voice lowered to whisper. “… fuck you… every time… every time you’re there, fucking something else up. Making my life hell… You and your fucking fights. Every time you ruin something for me, everytime…” The girl anger held only for the moment as her voice descended into wracking sobs. “First you wreck everything when I was on duty in outer heaven… then you smash your way into my social… you even crashed my fucking birthday party… Monster whore.”

A frown formed across Caller’s brow, before a sardonic quirk of a smile splashed across her lips. “Well, I don’t suppose that time I caught you on your brother’s lap with his fly down helped anything. One’d think you were a Family girl the way you go at it with him.”

“Sh-shut up…” Came Willow’s embarrassed stutter, which evolved into a mild fume. “Pirate… Bandit!”

“Mercenary is the word you’re reaching for.” Caller spoke, giving her a kindly smile and a small kiss upon the cheek. “You’re way too pretty when you’re mad.”