<div class="floatleft">(http://i.imgur.com/u4B6UwM.jpg?1)   </div><strong>Name</strong>Fetter<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Headquarters gym<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Mecha, Atemi<br/>Character sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=190246)<br/><hr/><br/>Giggles and teasing coos subside to throaty sighs and shallow-breathed cries... it seems even her lungs have given up pretense, at the mercy of Cassy's enticing and coaxing.  Through the thin, soft fabric of her panties, the pressure of one slim, pale thigh is sufficient to bring her to a riding patter, and Cassy grinding her sex causes her to writhe, pant, and grind back in counter-rhythm that speaks of need and desire to follow Cassy to that peak.<br/><br/>She strokes her hands through her now-damp locks, sweeping them from her face as she rides Cassy's thigh like a hobby horse, and her fingers trail tenderly down her own throat, fingers crossing as they draw between her breasts, and her teeth glint with her open-mouthed moans.  She cups her breasts, her pointers and thumbs gently rolling in circles around the subtle dusky-rose of her aureoles, but soon abandons that and, instead, bends forward to all fours to give herself leverage against Cassy's ministrations.<br/><br/>The rhythm of her hips soon matches her breathing, and each cry is a rising moan as her eyebrows begin to arch subtly, almost as if in surprise, and her eyelids begin to flutter intermittently.  She tilts her face and, as if in annoyance at the panties, begins to tug them down from her hips to bare herself to Cassy's skin-- already feeling like sun-warmed stone, under that garment she must be positively<i>steaming</i>--  when she freezes.<br/><br/>Her cinnamon eyes are riveted to Atemi's stare, and though she was surprised, she didn't seem to startle, or to even make an attempt at modesty.  She was  entangled in Cassy's naked body in but her panties, grinding furiously at the fair girl's thigh on a furious mission to get off... Cassy herself was down to a barter belt and two unattached, creamy stockings for her long and luxurious legs... and yet she didn't even blink.<br/><br/>Instead, her mouth quirked in a faint smile, and after that brief hesitation, she parts her thighs to stretch the material tight and, with a remarkably minimal effort, rips the fabric from her hipbone like tearing tissue between her fingers.  Fixing her gaze to Cassy, she smiles wickedly.  She's curious as to how her new-found lover will react to the moment, and her mind-- flowing with blooms of dark want-- refuses to allow room to consider the consequences of this tryst.  She's too far gone into the moment, too determined to<i>have</i>the satiety she craves, too in control of something<i>else</i>.<br/><br/>Threads of fabric pull apart and she bares the soft span of her pubic mound, a tiny landing strip of short, dark hair fanning its way up to trail away to nothing on her amber skin.  "Shut the door," she says... not indicating that she is speaking to the dark-skinned beauty in the doorway.<br/><br/>"Don't stop," she says into Cassy's eyes.  "Let it happen."  Something in there is dark and pure in its need... though there is no malice in that abandon at all, it's not clear what well has been tapped inside her mind.