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Airy Miller: Dear phone, this is super lame but I have no where else private to write. ANYWAY, I met two guys today. We'll call them T and N. I know that's stupid but talking to myself via text isn't much better. Airy Miller: Dear phone, this is super lame but I have no where else private to write. ANYWAY, I met two guys today. We'll call them T and N. I know that's stupid but talking to myself via text isn't much better. Airy Miller: I don't know what I'm doing but I'm staying with them... Airy Miller: I don't know what I'm doing but I'm staying with them... Airy Miller: T is nice and he answers all my stupid questions but he's only awake at night. Airy Miller: T is nice and he answers all my stupid questions but he's only awake at night. Airy Miller: N... is really confusing me. It's a shame guys like that don't fall for girls like me. Airy Miller: N... is really confusing me. It's a shame guys like that don't fall for girls like me. Airy Miller: This is stupid I'm going to stop now. More so since T let me on his phone plan so I have the internet again. Airy Miller: This is stupid I'm going to stop now. More so since T let me on his phone plan so I have the internet again.

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[riotousjunkie]

[He gives a tiny, here we go nod.]

Ready?

[He unfolds his legs and leans forward until he's on his knees in front of her. His eyes lower to the hem of her tank top just before his fingers hook under it to pull the garment off over her head and toss it to the side. Cassidy slides a hand up between Airy's breasts, up the side of her neck... then closes around it.

With a twist of his shoulder, he uses that grip to shove her down onto her back. His other hand grabs for one of her wrists, aiming to pin it to the mattress above her head.]

Y'like gettin' bruised up — right?

[The hand at her neck loosens to trail down toward her chest again. The one on her wrist stays, squeezing tight.]

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[Airy nods her head but doesn't trust herself to speak. Her heart is hammering in her chest and she has to focus while letting herself be swept up in what is to come next. She'll be walking a thin line and she hopes to god that she can do it.

Her arms raise over head as her shirt is peeled away, revealing the harden peaks of her breasts.]

Cass-

[She whispers his name as his fingers close around her throat. She places a little shield around her neck but lets herself feel the pressure of his touch.] Yeah. I do. [Airy isn't strong without the help of her magic and he pins her easily to the bed. Electricity thrills through her torso as her wrist begins to ache and his palm trails down the center of her chest.

She puts that same little shield over wherever skin touches skin and finds herself focusing more on his touch than she ever had before.]

[riotousjunkie]

[Bones can take a lot of pressure before they break, and she has the mattress to cushion her. Cassidy isn’t shy about pressing down hard to keep her arm pinned.

Cassidy finds himself snuffling at her neck. There’s a pain in his gums that he knows means his canine teeth are pushing downward, totally exposing their sharpened points. But — he doesn’t want to pierce her skin. The sadism that’s driving him now isn’t strong enough to override self-preservation.

He still wants to bite, though. He catches some skin between his very front teeth and pulls it sharply a few times, waiting for a gasp, or a yelp if he can get one.]

I’m not gonna break your skin. [Really, he’d been afraid that he might try once he’d let himself loose. He would say what he is, in fact, going to do, but the words stick in his throat. He’d rather just do it.

He lifts himself off her, slides a hand under her hip. The pressure on her wrist will vanish when he flips her over, and both sets of fingers will yank her sweatpants down far enough to expose her ass. And then one hand will smack down onto her flesh, hard.

Then he’ll bring his hand down again. And again.]

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[Airy hiss a sharp pained breath as the pressure on her wrist increases. She knows that she's protected herself, he won't be able to break her wrist but she hasn't protected herself from the bruising or the pain.

A sick little twisted part of Airy wants to feel what he's doing to her.]

You're not? [She asks a little breathlessly. Airy isn't protecting her neck as strongly as she might have. Even if Cassidy manages to sink his teeth into her it'll burn and he knows it. On an instinctual level he knows. Not to say that Airy doesn't have defenses in that regard but they'll only kick off if she feels the little pinch of teeth sinking into her skin.

Her breath catches in her throat as he flips her and the air is forced from her lungs as he presses her onto her stomach. Airy tries to react but the most she can do it weave the thin shields she'd been putting all over her body, which does nothing to dull the sharp pain of his hand slapping against her ass.

Her body jolts and her breathing becomes heavier as the flesh beneath Cassidy's strikes begin to redden.

Airy has to bite her lower lip to stop herself from crying out as sharp pains lessen into persistent dull aches.]

[riotousjunkie]

[The other thing that’s stopping him is the knowledge that if he bites her, this is over. As soon as he gets her blood on his lips, there’s going to be pain and anguish of a few different kinds. So, though he might really want to... when he lowers himself and drags his teeth against the reddened flesh, he’s careful.]

...well, I’m not gonna just yet. [He scrapes at her skin one more time, then rises up on his knees and starts on the other cheek. Smack. Smack. Every hit is like a stroke on his cock, which is already tenting the front of his sweatpants.]

Y’know... I could slap ya in the mouth. So hard your lip would split open.

[He could. She might like it. He went through a brief period of wanting to get beaten up before sex, didn’t he? She enjoyed the way Widowmaker had treated her on some level, too.

If she doesn’t want it — she’ll stop him. For now, he’s not done with her ass.

Smack.]

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[Her breaths become heavy, little whines spilling from her lips even as she tries to keep them quite. It hurts past the point of pleasure but Airy keeps her protections thin. Maybe it's masochistic in a sense but she doesn't want to completely dull the pressure, pain or otherwise. She knows that Cassidy can be dangerous but she's never experienced it and a little part of her wants to, if only to beat it into her.

There is absolutely something wrong with her but Airy will handle that later, after today, after tonight, after this.

She gasped and her fingers curled against the bed sheets, bunching the soft fabric in her palm to stop her nails from drawing blood.]

You could. [She gasped and her legs began to tremble from the force of his slaps. Airy very nearly split her own lip with how hard she's biting down but she releases the pressure and tries to force herself to relax and focus.

The protections flare again and add another thin layer and then another. It's magical, invisible and flexible, designed to dull and be impossible to detect; that is until Cassidy takes anything to far.]

Do you want to make me bleed? [She manages to ask before his hand slaps against her ass and this time Airy cries out before stifling the noise.]

[riotousjunkie]

[He feels the question, and the cry that comes after it when he strikes her again, like a hit of something powerful. A rush of pure euphoria that snakes along his spine to create a fog around his brain and a fresh ache in his groin.]

Oh — [It feels like he's seconds away from coming inside his pants. His hand squeezes the spot it just hit.] Fuck me. God fuckin' help me, I do.

[Not right now. Not when he feels like he's about to burst. The hand on her ass moves to her shoulder and presses down: not aiming to hurt, this time, but still not caring whether she's comfortable.]

Stay down.

[His other hand is fumbling with the waist of his sweatpants, tugging them down far enough to pull out his cock and start pumping it, his breaths getting deeper and heavier while he beats himself off over her. It doesn't take much longer than half a minute — but thirty seconds may seem like a long time for silence that's only broken by Cassidy's breathing, the occasional moan, and the fleshy sound of his hand on his cock. Eventually, Airy will feel his semen spurting onto her lower back, while some of it drips onto the abused skin of her behind.]

[imaginationswoes]

[It isn't a comfortable position but Airy doesn't move or resist as Cassidy's palm presses her into the mattress.

Her body quivers slightly and her breaths are quick and uneven as she feels the hot splash of his seed against her enflamed skin. Compared to the pain in her ass its a relief. It's also arousing; not seeing but knowing that Cassidy is jerking off on her because of something he'd done to her.

An insistent wetness gather between her thighs and suddenly the ache in her ass heightens her arousal instead of detracting from it. 'Fuck me.' Airy thought as she focuses on the little dots of moisture and heat.

Her faces presses into the mattress and Airy forces herself to calm down, focus and say nothing.

Fuck this is hot and she knows it probably isn't the end either.]

[riotousjunkie]

[Cassidy knows it isn't the end the second he's finished. He can still feel the drive toward violence gnawing at his brain stem. This is only going to be a break in the action.

There's a moment of shifting while he takes his pants the rest of the way off and drops them on the floor, then does the same with hers. He settles his hips between her legs, his limp dick between her cheeks, and rubs it back and forth a few times — just feeling her. Her skin is hot where he hit it. He can tell she's getting wet by the sense of moisture against his balls.

She wants it.

His fangs have retreated back for the moment. Cassidy leans down and lands a hard, flat bite against the flesh behind her shoulder. The fingers of one hand fist into her hair and pull with an insistent pressure. He can feel new stirrings of arousal already, even if his cock isn't quite responding yet.]

Does it hurt? [His other hand is massaging and cupping one side of her ass.]

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[Airy doesn't move as he removes their pants.

They're playing their parts and any deviation will break the carefully cultivated scene they'd built together. It's a dangerous line they're walking and she continues to feel it like a thrum of electricity spreading over her skin.

The air of the room feels cold but it only lasts a moment before Cassidy's soft cock is rubbing against her ass. She inhales, her pulse quickening at the feeling of him against the exposed tender skin.

Airy is trying to hide how horny she is but her body quickly gives her away.]

Ah- [Her fingers begin to tremble as his teeth bite against her shoulder. As brave as Airy is, she'll always be afraid of being bitten. It's been ingrained into her by the scar on her neck and even with her defenses in place, it sent her pulse into a frantic tailspin while her arousal continues to mount.]

Yes. It hurts.

[Her voice is laced with pain, soft and breathy as she struggles to speak. He's hurt her and it's going to leave a deep bruise on her pretty pale flesh.]

[riotousjunkie]

[Cassidy thinks the word good, but the only sound he makes is a short, low growl. This close to her neck, he can see the pulsing of her jugular vein under the skin. He can feel the heat radiating off of her. He likes this: pinning her, holding her in place. Arranged like this, she's his plaything.

He wants to play more, before they move onward.

The hand on her behind slides upwards and around the front, until his fingers reach the underside of a breast. He takes a piece of skin between his thumb and forefinger and pulls and twists. He'll be aiming to leave little fingerpad-sized bruises all over one side of her chest.]

Don't be afraid t'make a sound. [He murmurs it against her back, his breath falling gently against her skin in contrast to everything else.] You know I love the sound of your voice.

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[His growl fills the shell of her and sends a shiver down her spine, rising goosebumps along her shoulders and arms.]

Ah! [Airy gasps as his hand slide between her and the mattress to palm her breast. She feels the pain first, hard and sharp, and then a hot intense arousal. She continues to cry out, gasping and struggling to breathe, unable to remain silent through the rough touch. Her ass raises and grinds against Cassidy's cock as her body begins to tremble with a new hunger.

Breathing became labored and louder as heat, pain, and a contradictory softness mingle and mesh. It's almost too much but Airy keeps her focus on those light malleable shields over her skin that lessen the pain enough for her to withstand his strength.]

Cassidy.

[She cries out his name and for the first time since they started, she doesn't care who might over hear her.]

[riotousjunkie]

[When she calls out his name, he finally moves his fingers to her nipple and gives it a hard pinch, at the same time pulling back harshly on her hair. That cry of mingled pleasure, need, and pain is a beautiful sound.

With a sudden scrambling of hands, he flips her over onto her back and reaches for her wrists — both of them, this time — to pin them down on either side of her head, his body pressed between her legs to keep her in place. He takes a look down at what he’s done to that one side of her chest, the bright red spots already going purple in some places.

That was good. Hitting’s better.

Cassidy shifts back and up onto his knees and pulls her along with him by her wrists, only letting go of one of them once she’s on her own knees. He only lets go of the other one the instant his palm connects, in a sharp downward angle, with the side of her face.]

[imaginationswoes]

[Airy bites on her lower lip as thin tendrils of pain shoot through her torso. Her breasts ache from their rough treatment and she can already feel the bruising rising to the sensitive sections of flesh.]

Oof. [The air is knocked from her lungs as Cassidy turns her over.

Her shields grow a little thicker but she keeps them malleable and yielding as his fingers dig into her wrists. She looks up at him and her breath catches in her throat at the look of pure glee in his eyes. Her lips part but her ability to speak is halted as he hulls her to her knees.

The bed bows and she doesn't look away as Cassidy's palm slaps against the side of her cheek.

Airy's lip cracks and a thin dot of scarlet mars her lower lip as her cheek begins to throb and redden from the strike. Her thoughts are addled and her defenses momentarily vanish. It takes her a moment to refocus and raise the invisible cushion that's been dulling Cassidy's strikes, this time forming something stronger around her head. She can't afford to let her control slip.]

[riotousjunkie]

[If she's quick enough, she'll have her shields back up in time for his hand come down again. This time, smacking her hard enough that the shock of pain might send her falling onto the mattress. It's the sort of hit that could leave a black eye, if it breaks the right blood vessel.

Whether she falls or not, Cassidy wrestles her up again to face him — holding her up by a hand clenched around her upper arm, if necessary.

Once again, he finds himself examining his work. His expression is fogged over with lust: lips slightly parted, pupils so wide it's almost like he's high. He takes her chin in his hand, and wipes his thumb across the drip of blood from her mouth. Wet heat against trembling lips.

A very small voice, his last bit of rationality, pipes up with an observation: Well, that's it. She won't wanna live with you now. Or maybe she will. Cassidy finds in the moment that he doesn't care either way. What's done is done. Better that she see this part of him. Even if it is inspired by some fairy fuckery, even if he's not used to it being a turn-on... it's still him.

He's gone hard again, his erection jutting out into the air. Cassidy sits back on his heels and puts his hands to Airy's hips, lifting her with a certain amount of care relative to how he's been treating her so far... though that could have more to do with making sure she's positioned just right to sink down onto him. Once she's in place, he'll tense his hips upward and pull her down, starting a pulsing rhythm as soon as he's buried in her completely.

He keeps watching her face. Eyes lowered to her lips while he teases both of them with the idea of a kiss, knowing how much danger there is in making that connection now.]

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[Airy remains upright through Cassidy's assault but weakened as she focuses on making her shields difficult to notice. The force of the slap vibrates through her invisible shield and spills over her like water. The red hue deepens and her eye looks as if it's going to bruise but the pain is nothing more than a slight ache spread over the side of her face.

Bright blue eyes met his, her gaze hazed and unfocused as he inspects his work. Airy isn't planning to deny him the satisfaction but in doing so, she finds it impossible to speak. A little whine escapes her lips with a single exhale but nothing else.

She isn't thinking of the future but of Cassidy. Airy focuses on the curve of his jaw, the intensity of his gaze and the sharp heat of his arousal.

Her breath catches and her chest heaves as he pulls her onto his lap, aligning them and then thrusting her down onto his cock. Airy's body trembles and a little gasp chokes in her throat as her arousal soaks his erection. She's bleeding, bruised and turned on. His touch is greedy and hard, hurting just a little as he thrusts into her but Airy doesn't hate it.

She really doesn't hate this part.

Her tongue flicks, smearing the blood across her lower lip as she struggles to keep herself in an upright position. There isn't a lot of strength left in her body but she tries, weakly helping and at times hindering the hard buck of Cassidy's hips.]

[riotousjunkie]

[The fact that she's been reduced to moans and whines, the slickness of her sex, that flick of her tongue over her lip, tasting her own blood... fuck, that's hot.

He can feel her having trouble staying upright. His hands move from her hips to her hair, tangling deep enough to hold her, but almost cradling the back of her head while he pumps his hips up against her again and again.

It's not quite enough, not quite the right angle. Without breaking their connection, Cassidy leans forward and lands Airy's back on the bed. His fingers press into the flesh of her thighs and flex them upward toward her shoulders. Then he starts to thrust again, fast and deep, as little growls sneak their way into his exhales.

Her neck is unmarked, except for the old scars that should remind him even trying to bite her is a very bad idea. But the urge is so strong to claim her in any way he can. Thinking about piercing her skin, the heightened intimacy of having a part of her inside of him, almost sends him over the edge.

Trust her. Do it. Just this once, do it. She said she'll stop you.

A hiss drags its way up his throat. As his climax starts to hit, he opens his mouth and presses forward — pressing her thighs farther upward and lunging down toward her neck.]

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[It's harder to focus with the hard instant heat of his cock thrusting into her. He feels amazing and the little aches and pains all over her body only seem to heighten the sweetness of the sensations as it spreads and heals through her body.

Even as their position shifts, as he sinks painfully far into her, Airy can't help but moan in pleasure. Her back arches towards him and while she'd need more to feel the steady thrum of her own orgasm, she can't escape the pleasure coursing through her veins.

Her thoughts are hazy and it's hard to focus on the shields around her body but she doesn't relent. She can't let herself.

But that only makes it more surprising when she feels the soft prick of his fangs against her neck. His teeth barely sink into her when her body tenses and Cassidy will find it impossible to bite her more. There is a thin trickle of blood running down her shoulder but even that is somehow too far for him to reach.]

Cassidy.

[Airy gasps his name, her arms weakly rising as she pulls him into a tender hug, holding him on top of her and thrust completely inside of her.]

I love you.

[She wants to cry, to find a release for everything that's pent up inside of her but for the moment Airy holds back and focuses on him.]

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[The fact that she can say that now... Cassidy lets out a sound somewhere between a moan and a sob, even while he’s still straining forward in the throes of his orgasm. Pulsing inside her while his teeth prick at her skin.

It feels heavenly. And then it’s over. Cassidy finds himself buried deep inside her, hands on her thighs and teeth at her neck, and he finds he doesn’t want any more of this.

He half-collapses, half-rolls off of her and onto his back. There are tiny spots of blood on the very tips of his teeth. He can tell because he can feel something radiating off them, like heat. Like the burn of a super-hot pepper that’s also gone rancid. Cassidy shuts his eyes, carefully closes his teeth, and wipes what he can off with his fingers. He lets out a sigh. Contented. Sated. Conflicted.]

I love you, too. [He flutters his eyes open, and looks almost in her direction without looking directly at her. He doesn’t want to look just yet.]

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[Airy releases a breath she hadn't realized she'd been holding.

Her chest and face hurt the most and with the promise of sex gone, the pain was all she could feel. There is no lingering arousal or desire, nothing pleasant for Airy to steer her focus towards. It's over and as Cassidy pulls away, it's cold.

Knowing that their done doesn't dissipate the weighty tension in the air and Airy wonders if Cassidy is alright. Does he need something more? She can't move without feeling thin dots of pain lace through her torso but she reaches for his hand and intertwines her fingers with his.]

I'm here Cass.

[She might suggest that they find ice to combat the swelling just beneath her eye but it can wait. Everything can wait.]

[riotousjunkie]

[It feels like he's coming down from an out-of-body experience. Like he was watching the last several minutes from somewhere else, and is just now back inside his own head. It's the same way he felt all those months ago, looking down at the blood pooling under He Ming's head. He recalls that feeling settling into a hyperfocused calm, a crystal-clear knowledge of what he needed to do: call Matthew, ditch his clothes, get the body somewhere else. He isn't finding a similar sort of clarity here.

Then she takes his hand. It's tender and supportive, and enough to get him to lift his eyes to her face.

He sees pain — hard not to, when there's blood across her mouth and a red spot on her cheek. What he doesn't see is fear or anguish. The knot of anxiety in his chest loosens.]

Look what I've done. [He might suggest going a step further than ice and paying a visit to the healer — for now, going anywhere is the furthest thing from his mind. He lets out a heavy exhale.]

It's over... least I think it is. [His thumb strokes the outside of her hand. He isn't sure what he can or should do now, what she needs. Did she actually enjoy it? Are there parts that distressed her more than she expected?] Are you good?

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[Airy isn't sure how she's feeling.

Everything is slowly coming into sharp clarity: the ache on one side of her chest, the cum that's plastered the sheet to her lower back and ass, the pain in her rear and her cheek, the sting at her neck and the slight trickle of blood there, the sharp pain on her lip where the skin had split and the throbbing that settled just between her thighs. It'd all hurt a little bit and now those little pains and discomforts where fighting for attention.

She closes her eyes and focuses on breathing.]

I'm not sure. [Her voice is soft, her throat dry.] It hurts a little.

The adrenaline is gone and it's hurting a little more. [Airy turns her head and winches.] I'll be fine after awhile though. Don't look like that Cassie. It was my choice to come here. I knew what I was getting myself into.

[She lightly squeezes his fingers.]

Thank you for trusting me.

[Airy might need some help and some healing. She can't heal like Cassidy and without the thrill of sex or the intensity of the situation, she felt a weakness settling in her limbs.]

[riotousjunkie]

[Cassidy blinks and frowns his way out of his expression, dispelling whatever it was she saw in it she didn’t like. Too sad? Regretful? He hadn’t been fully aware of what his face wasn’t doing.]

I’m — I’m just checkin’ to see if there’s anythin’ you need, right now.

[He realizes he’s been speaking quietly without meaning to. This situation feels... delicate.]

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[Airy's smile is soft and warm. She knows nothing of after care but she does feel like she needs something. It's an unusual feeling and not like she's been beaten or hurt but something is missing.]

Could you hold me?

Maybe in a bit we can go take a bath and get me cleaned up. I might need a little help. If that's alright.

[She has a feeling that her legs will tremble and possibly snap if she tries to stand on them right now.]

[riotousjunkie]

[Cassidy doesn't know too much about it himself. He knows it's a thing people do, even been in present in places where it was being done, but doesn't have any practical experience with it. He also knows he can't just leave her alone after something like that — unless that's what she wants. This is the first time he's left a lover bleeding and not had it end in tears or near-death. So it's whatever she wants. Whatever she needs.

Holding her for a while. He can do that. Cassidy nods and raises up his opposite arm in an open gesture, inviting her to roll over and rest on his chest. At the same time, he angles his shoulders so that if she rolls in the opposite direction, he can scoot over and spoon her.]