Meme time again!

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Because the chat demands it for GREAT JUSTICE...

DAMNED ANONYMOUS FIC/ART MEME

1) ANONYMOUSLY post a pairing/character/monster/whatever and a prompt.
2) ANONYMOUSLY fill as many prompts as you want.
3) ???
4) PROFIT.

Same rules as last time. At least one character in your prompt must already be a character in the game but other than that..go wild. 8D Try to fill as many prompts as you request. This isn't a rule but it's a nice thing to do to keep the meme alive.

WARN IN THE SUBJECT LINE FOR ADULT CONTENT (♥) OR SPOILERS. ty.

[example]

HAVE AT IT! XO

Comments

Warning: Sexual Content (duh) 3/3

[(Anonymous)]

Mion's hand trembled again as she thought over what to do, still trying to resist the pleasure being delivered to her body from her mentor. Her hand shifted, fingertips touching the exposed metal plate in Beatrix's head. The cold metal steeled Mion enough, grounded her some, to take the initiative required. Her fingers tightened in the blonde strands, gripping them as she pulled the Bride to her. She kissed the other woman hard, her other hand releasing from the bed frame to latch onto the woman's shirt, and then used all her strength to yank Beatrix fully onto the bed.

Interesting.

The ex-assassin was vaguely amused by the actions being taken, but she allowed herself to be pulled onto the bed, allowed herself to be kissed (only a virgin kissed like that), and even allowed the motion to remove her hand from between Mion's legs. If the girl thought this was how she was going to get control, she'd let it go for a bit before indicating it wasn't working. Hopefully, that will prompt the eager student to adapt to new tactics. If they were good enough for this first night of training, perhaps she would reward her apprentice by granting her the orgasm her nubile body so fiercely desired.


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AN: fhwfiwhfiwbgfwikgnq;ikjng! 37 characters over limit, forcing it to three posts. *grumbles*

Added bonus ending!

[(Anonymous)]

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Another night, another training session. Beatrix stood, arms wrapped warmly around Mion, and the younger girl rest her head on the blonde's chest. The Bride stroked the green strands gently as her apprentice steadied her breathing and forced the flush from her face. Tonight was a night of more practical application of her newest technique.

“You have it set up?”

“Yes,” Mion answered, stepping out of her mentor's arms. “She's waiting for me.”

“Good.” Beatrix moved behind the girl and twisted her green hair up into a ponytail, using a relatively dull letter opener to keep it up. It was barely detectable in the darkened room, easily hidden from sight thanks to the only light provided by flashlights. “Are you sure she'll be receptacle?”

“I-I'm pretty sure there's... something there,” Mion replied, hand probing her hidden weapon. “Rena... she's hard to read sometimes. But I think there's something there.”

“If you believe she is a suitable target for this exercise, I will trust your instincts. Your objective is to use what we've worked on to 'kill' her. Success is awarded when you bring your concealed weapon to bear against her neck. Do not follow through.”

Mion nodded, her expression very calm and controlled, as if she'd been placed in such a situation before. Beatrix hid how proud she was becoming of her apprentice; she would show her pleasure when the Sonozaki heiress successfully completed the exercise.

Beatrix smirked. “Don't keep her waiting...”