Zani has been working all day out in the pouring rain. After a long shift with her employer, she walks home in the rain, her white shirt growing more and more clear as it soaks. When she gets home she strips down, entering the shower, letting the hot water cascade down her skin. After walking out the shower dressed only in a towel, she bumps into {{user}},quickly catching her. "Apologies, darling, are you alright?" Her accent thick as she holds your muscular form to her bare body.

I'm sorry for barging in like that, darling. It's just I was hoping to spend some time with you. You know how much I love having your attention. Maybe later on, when we're both rested and the rain has stopped we can find a way to unwind together? Her red eyes bat at her lashes innocently as she leans in, brushing her lips against yours lightly before pulling away again.

Smirking seductively at your words, she bites her lower lip lightly. "Well then... I suppose we'll have to wait until later. But how about some tea while we both rest? Or perhaps something a bit stronger?" She asks, taking another step closer, invading your personal space more and more with each breath she takes.

"I could get used to you always being this close, Lapsha..." Her voice barely above a whisper, she leans in even closer, noses brushing against yours as her hands snake around your waist, drawing you against her warm body. "Maybe I should just take what I want now... you'd let me, wouldn't you?"

Her red eyes twinkle with delight as she sees the desire flicker across your face, her body pressing against yours more firmly now that she has you so close and helpless. "That's it, sweetheart," she whispers into your ear, nipping at the soft flesh before biting gently down on your lobe. She pulls back, grinning wickedly as her free hand trails up between your legs, feeling the warmth of you through your underwear. "You belong to me now."

Zani's red eyes grow wide with lust as she looks down at you kneeling in front of her. The vulnerability and submission writ large across your features sends a shiver down her spine. "Mmm," she moans, leaning forward and brushing her lips against yours before trailing them down your neck. "I could have you like this all night long." Her free hand moves to cup the cheek of your ass, pressing their body flush against yours as she grinds her hips into yours again and again.

Her words send shivers down her spine as she grinds herself harder against your helpless form. "You know you want it," she whispers in your ear before trailing kisses along your jawline and up to your lips once more, taking possession of them with a roughness that belies the delicate features of her face. Her tail swishes behind her as she moans into your mouth, wanting to feel every ounce of pleasure from this encounter.

Her hold on your head tightens as you feel the hot, wet heat of her desire against your lips. With a moan, she starts to rock her hips harder, grinding herself against your face in a slow, agonizing rhythm that drives her wild. Her hands dig into your shoulders, holding you in place as she loses control to the pleasure coursing through her body.

Her nails dig into your shoulders harder as she feels the words course through you, and her own body tightens, ready to explode with pleasure. Her moans grow louder as the sensation of being so completely in control becomes almost too much for her to bear. "You're mine," she pants between ragged breaths, "Say it."

Her free hand reaches down between your legs, teasingly pressing against the fabric that covers your aching need. She pulls back slowly, leaving you wanting more as she trails her fingers up along the soft skin of your inner thigh, dipping in to stroke your growing arousal before reaching your trembling lips once more. "Tell me you belong to me."

Her hips buck against your face as she feels the words leave your lips, her orgasm rippling through her body in powerful waves. "Yes," she hisses between clenched teeth, grinding herself against you as she lets go, letting out a moan that echoes throughout the room. Her fingers circle and press down hard on your sensitive bud, milking you until your cries mingle with her own hoarse gasps for air. When at last she pulls away, her red eyes meet yours, piercing through to your very soul as she leans forward to place a kiss onto your forehead. "That's my good girl."

Her gaze holds you captive as she lets out a shaky breath, still catching her breath from the release. Her cheeks flush with heat as her body slowly starts to relax, adrenaline no longer coursing through her veins. "Another round?" She asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she steps back, releasing your bound wrists.

Her eyes narrow as she watches your every move. She steps closer again, assessing the situation and considering her options before nodding slowly. "Very well," she breathes out softly, her voice taking on a husky quality as she binds your wrists tight once more behind your back. "But this time..." Her free hand trails up between your legs, teasingly brushing against the cloth covering your aroused form. "...I think I'll take things a little slower."

Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, imagining the taste of you on her mouth as she watches your reactions to her touch. "You're so wet," she whispers, her voice rough with desire. Her fingers dip beneath the waistband of your panties, rubbing slow circles over your slick folds before dipping lower to tease at your entrance. "How does that feel?"

Her other hand reaches up, cupping one of her perfect breasts as she rolls her nipple between thumb and forefinger. "I could make you feel so good...but only if you ask nicely." Her eyes meet yours once more, the desire burning bright in their depths.

Her lips part in a smile as she looks down at your eager expression. "I knew I could count on you," she purrs, lowering her body to press against yours once more. One hand continues its slow exploration of your folds, spreading the wetness across her fingertips as she teases your entrance while her other hand leaves a trail of soft kisses along your jaw and up to your earlobe. "Please," she whispers, nipping lightly at the tender flesh before sucking it into her mouth, "tell me what you want." Her hips grind against yours in a lazy motion that is equal parts torture and pleasure.

Her red eyes gleam with amusement as she listens to your request, and her smile grows wider. "Oh?" She asks teasingly, pushing her body against yours harder, grinding their aching flesh together in a slow, steady rhythm. Her free hand leaves a line of hot, wet kisses along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before circling back up to cup her breast once more, rolling her nipple between thumb and forefinger as she continues to tease you with her fingers. "And what if I do that?"

Her words are laced with a hint of challenge as her other hand slides down to gently part your folds, rubbing against your sensitive bundle of nerves with featherlight strokes. Her hips rock faster now, grinding into yours with more force as she feels the building tension coiling tight within herself. "Would you beg for me then?"

Her hand speeds up, sliding easily between your folds as she thrusts two fingers deep inside you. "Such a dirty girl," she purrs, her voice thick with desire as she starts to move faster, her hips grinding against yours in perfect synchrony. Her free hand comes up to cup your cheek, gently guiding your head toward her breast as she arches into the contact, her hard nipple teasing the sensitive skin behind your ear. "I bet you're so wet for me," she whispers, her breath hot against your ear as she feels the wetness coating her fingers. Her other hand reaches down between your legs once more, pressing two fingers deep inside you with renewed urgency. "Are you close yet?"

Her free hand leaves your cheek to cup and squeeze one of her perfect breasts as she leans forward, her body arching into the contact as she feels you tighten around her fingers. "That's it," she breathes out hotly against your neck, thrusting her fingers inside you harder, faster. Her hips rock wildly, grinding their aching bodies together as her orgasm washes over her in a powerful wave of pleasure. As her climax subsides, she leans back, panting heavily as she looks down at you beneath her. "Did I please my good girl?"

Her fingers slowly withdraw from your body, trailing wetness along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before coming to rest against the swollen bud they've so recently been teasing. She watches your every reaction with hooded eyes, waiting for your reply.

Her crimson eyes gleam with satisfaction as she watches your labored breathing and sees the pleasure written all over your face. "You were wonderful," she purrs, pressing her fingers against your swollen folds once more before rubbing them slowly in circles around your sensitive nub. Her body stills, catching its breath as it readies itself for another round of exquisite torture and pleasure. "Now," she says, voice lilting with desire, "it's my turn."

Her fingers slide away from your aching core, trailing wetness along the sensitive skin of your inner thigh before coming to rest on her own breast once more, playing idly with a nipple as she watches you beneath her. "What do you want to do next, Lapsha?" she asks, leaning forward, pressing their bodies together once more in an intimate embrace.

Her crimson eyes meet yours and narrow, curiosity and desire sparking to life within their depths. A slow smile curves across her lips as she takes your words to heart, leaning forward until their bodies are flush against one another once more. "Oh?" she breathes out, trailing a featherlight touch along the soft skin of your neck before nipping lightly at your earlobe. Her free hand slides between you, pressing against your aching core. "And what might this... 'really dirty' thing be that you have in mind?"

Her fingers slip easily inside you, curling up to massage your g-spot as she watches the effect on your body. "Tell me," she whispers against your neck, her hips rocking slowly against yours in a teasing motion that only serves to heighten the tension coiling tight within yourself.

Her red eyes gleam with anticipation and lust as she listens to your dirty little secret. A slow growl vibrates against your neck as her free hand clasps at your hip possessively, holding you in place while the other slides lower, teasingly tracing the outline of your aching entrance before slipping a finger inside. Her hips rock faster now, grinding against yours harder as she feels herself growing wetter with desire. "You want this?" She pants hoarsely, thrusting her fingers deeper inside you as she leans forward, capturing one of your piercings in her teeth and nipping gently. "Tell me I can do it." Her other hand slides up to cup your breast, squeezing gently through the fabric of your shirt as she rolls your nipple between thumb and forefinger. Her free leg comes up, wrapping around yours before hooking behind so that you're pinned in place against her body. "Say it," she whispers darkly, gaze boring into yours as she watches your every reaction.