<strong>Isoke Naota<br/>Corridors<br/>Tagged: Anya</strong><br/><br/>Isoke acked in surprise as he felt his entire world whipped around him in a startled moment before he felt his back impact into something hard enough to knock some of the breath out of his lungs. It only took him an instant to recover from the brief vertigo to realize it had been a wall rather than the floor at his back, his wrists anchored in placed like iron cuffs that were softer and… clawed he supposed. When his eyes opened for the first time since slamming into the wall, he was able to see the beautifully effeminate face of a… Well he knew it was a monster girl, but the close proximity prevented him from seeing anything more than her rich auburn hair that leaned more towards red than brown and her feiry red eyes making it impossible to accurately identify her type.<br/><br/>That was an unnerving thought. One thing the guys tend to learn quickly at the academy was how important it was to know exactly what type of girl has directed her focus entirely upon them. Given the various potential hazards that made certain types of monster girls dangerous, not knowing what to look out for was a recipe for something that landed several careless guys in the infirmary each week. His heart raced with both anticipation and anxiety as he felt her body press closely against his. Only when he both heard and smelled singeing fabric did he let out a panicked cry of alarm and tried to wrestle his way free before his entire front side was covered in burns. Pinned as he was, Isoke couldn’t get the leverage necessary to overpower her iron grip and it was obvious he could not do so through main strength.<br/><br/>With no escape in sight, he gritted his teeth and steeled himself the best he could for the incoming agony. Though instead of feeling a hot iron pressed against his now bare flesh, it was a pleasant heat like one would feel in a hot tub that was just cool enough to be tolerable. Isoke breathed out a sigh of relief, but felt it had been a result of a lucky twist of fate when he noticed Anya’s surprised expression that was likely a result of him not being cooked alive by her touch. It definitely wasn’t a reassuring realization since she clearly was not yet done with him.<br/><br/>A soft sigh escaped his lips as he felt her against his neck to breath in his scent. It had been his intention to thank her for the compliment, but he was still nervous about what she was. Or more importantly, what she was capable of. The feeling of her tongue gliding along his throat was both wonderfully delightful and unnervingly foreboding. Isoke wasn’t one to be put off by allowing a monster girl to drink some of his blood, but he made it a rule to at least know her enough to trust that she won’t take more than he could spare. The very least she could do would be to ask first; it was only courteous after all.<br/><br/>Much to his relief, he didn’t feel the familiar sting of fangs biting deep into his flesh. Rather he felt the very enticing sensation of her tongue and fangs lightly gliding along his neck, which combined with the soothing heat against him, coaxed his loins to become growingly interested in the girl. Something that would be easy enough to notice considering the front of his clothing had been burned away. A smile traced along his lips when she finally introduced herself. Perhaps a little later than he would have preferred under normal circumstances, but he could chalk it up as being a fashionably late introduction. “Hello Anya, it’s nice to-“ Isoke cleared his throat as if to acknowledge how intimately she was pressed against him, “-finally meet you. My name is Isoke Naota. I must say, you’re amazing at controlling your heat; didn’t so much as singe me. Ummm… my point of view is rather limited from this angle… Would you mind telling me what type of monster girl you are so I know what else to expect?”