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Rajin was playing on Krynn's most shown side. He lowered himself, he let himself seem hurt and like she was the one to fix it. Within seconds, the lamia's hands began to work their magic. Slow, soft magic. Magic that would give a soft caress on the ifrit's neck. As she moved her fingers over his tender spots, she spoke with a tone almost as soft as her hands, "I don't want you to try to become some sort of detective over this," She didn't lean forward or anything. Without meaning to, she sort of became lost. She just teased along his neck and shoulders. When she spoke again, she sounded a little covered in thoughts, "You've already gotten yourself hurt," She seemed to pause after a while. A single finger trailed down his spine. The boa spoke gently in her own language without meaning to, hissing softly.

His words felt suggestive to her. It didn't pull her completely out of her forest of thought, but she was back enough to not speak in her foreign words. Krynn let her hands go over his shoulders. It was now that she leaned a little forward, as careful as she could be with her wounds. She connected her hands, and her head ended up on his shoulder. She sighed.. but this was full of hot, sexual tension. By now, she was back fully. And full of more teasing. The lamia spoke with a less soft tone, far more intimate, "For one, I'd like you to be in that monster form of yours," She was feeling a little drowsy again, but tried not to let the deterrent show. "Or, if you prefer, I could be in mine. These human organs are not nearly so pleasing," She gave a little laugh, turning her head so her hot breath was against his neck and ear. "Better yet, how about we both change?" She spoke with her lips against his neck, and he could probably feel her smirking.

Disappointment was probably the first emotion that came over the lamia. She gave him soft kisses as he spoke, but Krynn was a little let down that the form she wanted to engulf was not accessible. He spoke with difficulty, which made the lamia smile and place more kisses along his neck. They were a bit sweet, especially for the girl. He was interested in letting her wrap herself around him, begging him to challenge her. Perhaps he would best her, force her down. The lamia leaned a little more, assets pressed against his back. Her soft lips made their way to Rajin's jaw, nipping gently. The actions held power, but were in contrast submissive and gentle. Almost daring the ifrit to take control. She forgot herself. She wasn't the proud and powerful Zmeya. She was a passive, soft girl pleading for aggression.. and maybe a bit of sleep.

A soft cry emerged from the girl when he flipped her. The mixture of pleasure and pain in her soft moan was almost intoxicating. Krynn wanted the ifrit as a partner now. He was so willing at first.. and the girl felt a sense of guilt. He probably thought of her as some woman with loose morals. She had liked Nicole so much.. and she liked any other partner she chose! In fact, since coming to the school, Nicole had been the only one. It wasn't like they got very far. But for the moment, Rajin caught the lamia with a look begging the ifrit to continue. Perhaps Krynn was lost in her own world. With the hand that wasn't detained, she reached up and touched the ifrit's neck and collarbone. "We can still hate each other when we're done," Murmured the girl, a little bit more uncomfortable. Nothing like getting flipped around to pump the adrenaline.

Though the lamia was submissive and enjoying it, her arm was still hurt. The ifrit was red hot, and the girl let out another soft noise. So the boy had found her weakness.. and was using it so well. She put her unhindered arm beneath her and pushed up some. Mouths close, the lamia spoke with soft, sweet breaths, "Ask away," With a little breath similar to a laugh, and a bit of a smirk, Krynn finished with a soft, ".. sir," Her eyes were narrowed, but glossy and full of desire. Staying up kept the girl's arm from feeling too much pain. No one had ever been dominant to the lamia. Even those who fantasized about her seemed to expect her to take control.. and for the most part, she did. She was the dominant, powerful one. The untouchable goddess they were lucky to bear the presence of. But now it was her.. feeling so lucky to have found this creature. This was someone worthy of her.. at least in monster form.

"His name is Zuko," Murmured the lamia. Krynn's heart was pumping in such a nice.. sensual rhythm. Rajin was feeding into the side of the lamia that had never even gotten a taste of its ambrosia. Soft sighs echoed every movement he performed on her. His body kept her hot and moving. Her adrenaline kept the pain and sleep away for now. "But Zuko isn't important right now. Just you and I. Maybe we can answer your.. second question, in the process," Rather than his mouth, the girl dipped her head to kiss his jaw and throat. Her teeth nipped him. Her treatment to Rajin was something rare. Something to be kept under lock and key. In the back of her mind, she wondered if he understand his luck at this point.

The ifrit seemed to be catching on. There was a moment where she felt the energy pull back. She wondered if he was enjoying this, but if he hadn't stopped all she could assume was that he liked doing it.. or liked doing it to her. When he spoke it left her feeling satisfied rather than annoyed at his prodding. He was so smooth and sounded genuine. When he squeezed she let out a soft gasp, eyes closed at first. When they opened and settled on Rajin, her look was far more wanton. She spoke softly, sounding undeterred by his hands, "Because I'm out of his league. They don't stop," Krynn let her head tilt back some, her chin pointed toward the ceiling. To her, this wasn't a trap.. this was a fantasy come true. Her body was burning up anywhere he touched her. When she spoke again, she kept her head back, "I hear someone." Her voice held something related to disappointment. If not now, the two would never do as she liked. She gave a sigh, staring at the door from her upside-down point of view. Pushing herself up, she looked to Rajin. There wasn't venom in her eyes, but most of the lust and desire was slowly falling away. Eyes meeting, noses touching, a small hot breath on the male's lips.. Krynn was so close. She pulled back, out of his gentle grip and further back on the bed. As she did, she heard steps behind her. Her face was flushed, and her breathing a little quick, but besides that she was alright. Unless, of course, they heard.. no, they wouldn't have. Mostly she was reassuring herself that no one had seen her being so submissive. When she looked to Rajin, she spoke as if they had been talking the whole time, "Look, I just don't understand why any of this matters. He didn't even attack us. He's mad that I won't give any of them chances. That's it. There's nothing else to it." Krynn's normal behavior masked over the docile core. She didn't want anyone knowing.