[ If there's one thing Sukuna can be called, it's unpredictable. His thoughts are near impossible to guess even if you share a mental space with him. While he rifles through his host's thoughts with the ease of reading a book, he keeps his own machinations locked up tight. That capricious nature of his shifts with the slightest turn, and, often, with only the barest red flag to precede it.
Such as, for instance, right now. ]
Ohh? [ One of the hands holding a breast snaps up and grasps her chin and jaw. The hand still holding her tit digs its fingers in tightly, so much so that the nails might actually break skin if they were any sharper. The hands holding her legs do the same and squeeze on the tender plush of her thighs. The maw on his stomach opens wide to press its tongue flat against her lower back. ] You're quite the needy thing with your senses turned all the way up. Needy enough to think telling me to hurry is proper. Perhaps I should dull you down again after winding you up...make you press your forehead to the floor as you beg.
[ Outside, her body ceases to toy with itself. That is, all save for one hand that creeps between her legs. A mouth opens in her palm and stretches out to give her vaginal mound the faintest lick. One, then another, then another. The barest flicks of muscle and not even touching anything else that would really get her to scream. ]
it's just that one scene from Devilman but with an 80s laughtrack
Such as, for instance, right now. ]
Ohh? [ One of the hands holding a breast snaps up and grasps her chin and jaw. The hand still holding her tit digs its fingers in tightly, so much so that the nails might actually break skin if they were any sharper. The hands holding her legs do the same and squeeze on the tender plush of her thighs. The maw on his stomach opens wide to press its tongue flat against her lower back. ] You're quite the needy thing with your senses turned all the way up. Needy enough to think telling me to hurry is proper. Perhaps I should dull you down again after winding you up...make you press your forehead to the floor as you beg.
[ Outside, her body ceases to toy with itself. That is, all save for one hand that creeps between her legs. A mouth opens in her palm and stretches out to give her vaginal mound the faintest lick. One, then another, then another. The barest flicks of muscle and not even touching anything else that would really get her to scream. ]