For Gin~♥
The room is hollow, the air uncomfortabley cold in a way that makes the muscles tense, the blood gush through shaking veins. The soft empty air welcomes harsh breathing, the clanging of metal. It's a proper environment for training, state of the art really, because Irie-dono has researched and prepared all the necessary constructions and conditions for the human body in battle. It's the best, because Byakuran-sama demands the best. And Genkishi, she's grateful for it. The training room might as well be her living quarters, she spends so much time within it. Always to further her strength, sharpen her mind, become a better tool. The best, only the best for God.
That's partly why she feels a swell of guilt in the pit of her stomach, right next to the aching knot of arousal, as she uses this room for something else. Her back to the wall, tits heaving up and down with shaking breaths, firm and pert in the frosty A/C. There's goosebumps on her arms, on her backside, where her bare ass is pressed firmly against the tiled floor. The spandex body suit is undone, pooled up around her upper thighs, heavy boots still on. Swords resting right beside her legs, an extension of her body, never far from her grip. And her hands, moving with a gentle awkwardness the Phantom Knight isn't used to, they're lightly scratching across her thighs, dipping hesitantly between her legs and burrowing between her flushed, dripping lips. Every touch of cold fingers against her burning, reddened clit feels like taboo, but an insistant part of her mind is going over data on human performance, telling her that too much built up sexual energy can lead to decreased fighting performance and even distraction.
Her mind shifts to the cause of all this, as her fingers pick up pace, daring to dip into her twitching entrance, coating fingertips in that sticky pool of arousal and running it up and down, up and down between her lips, across her sensative clit.
She's thinking of Gamma. The way he hates her so badly, that she can feel his whole body tense and shake everytime he focuses those brown eyes on her. The way he looks at other girls, with that quirked brow and enticing smile; the way that smile fades and brow furrows. His whole person radiates a heat that speaks of blame and hatred- he's here, with his decrepit princess, because of Genkishi. Because of the traitor to the Giglio Nero.
She knows what she did was right. That she sacrificed her family's respect for a much higher purpose, for the will of God. But when Gamma, once her comrade, glares at her like he wants to kill her where she stands, she can't help but doubt. Can't help but wonder if what she did was...Can't help but wonder if...
How would those angry hands feel on her body? Would he just throttle her, tear her to peices? Or would warm palms, calloused from pool sticks and made brave with liquor, seek something else....a way to punish her in body, mind, and heart....
She's buried her fingers inside of herself to the knuckle, thumb pushing down hard on her clit when she comes, a desperate whine echoing out of her chest and through the empty white room. She thinks of Gamma, angry, hateful, on top of her; and she thinks of a God who might just free her from this doubt, if only she believes enough.