Nanashi

((D's aware it's no fright, his senses heightened now to a deadly level, and he presses his body into hers, slowly tearing at the fabric at the back of her dress with one hand.))


Nanashi wasn't about to be the only one undressed. She slipped a hand between them, undoing his jacket before pulling it off. She undid his belt and pants next, and used his belt to drag his waist closer to her. She even bit at his shirt, letting her fangs break the skin's surface as she tore the fabric off of his chest. She always had liked fighting for control with her partners, and had always been rather disappointed when she needed to feign defeat. She was looking forward to this.