amanda (despaircest queen)mukuro breathes in deeply, taking in the rose-scented perfume surrounding junko's body. the older sister stared at junko's sharp teeth, hovering lightly over her skin, warm breath washing over her with a sense of divine euphoria. junko hadn't even done anything, but mukuro was already wet; her body held firm and stiff by her younger sister's tight grasp. mukuro had found herself completely helpless, her body, her mind, her soul... surrendered completely to junko.
without warning, junko sank her sharp teeth deep into the soft and tender flesh of her sister's neck. immediately, pain surged through mukuro's body, uncontrollably letting out one of the loudest moans she had ever made, slowly fading into a quiet and wavering voice. nails digging into mukuro's wrist, junko bit her neck. again. and again. and again. the blonde bit her older sister's neck with a violent ferocity, not letting up for a single second, inflicting an onslaught of pain against her sister, a torrent of pleasure.
mukuro could barely contain herself, her helpess body writhing against junko, desperate to have the strength to rub up against junko's body, to regain any kind of agency. junko old tightened her grip, biting harder and mukuro's neck turned a deep purple. her moans were loud and insatiable. mukuro's vocal cords strained against the ceaselessness of her yelling, and she knew that she wouldn't be able to speak tomorrow; unable to verbally fight back against junko. maybe this is what the devious blonde had wanted all along.
eventually, mukuro's legs turned weak, and her resistance began to wind down. her skin up and down her neck, shoulders, and bust was fully marked by dark bruising; an indication of submission, of ownership. there was no use fighting anymore. junko was her God, and Gods need not be merciful.
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