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Ah - right.

Here, lemme -

[Reaching out, careful, to reach up under the skirt, fingers trailing softly over Izanagi's erection]

[The frankly lacey undergarments he's wearing do absolutely nothing to conceal just how hard he is, especially after sparing himself only the briefest moment of attention.

At Hurricane's touch, he juts into his palm with a needy whine.]

[He sucks in a breath, at the feel of those lacy undergarments - bites at his own lip. He didn't finish long ago, but he would have to be inhuman for that to not spark any kind of interest]

[He begins to palm Izanagi through the panties, the pressure firm but slow]

[He keeps most of his weight on his hands behind him, flush darkening as Hurricane palms him. He's making some attempt to keep still, but with the way his eyes are intent on Hurricane's hand, it's not likely he'll stick with it for long.]

[He would tease a little, probably, if it wasn't for the softly glowing earring; Izanagi is very pretty like this, after all, and it's hard to resist wanting to see him want this]

[But the idea that he's being induced into this state is something else entirely, and Hurricane doesn't delay, instead easing the panties down, a little, reaching in to take Izanagi in hand]

[He's right to have his concerns - that mildly dazed look doesn't seem to be about to fade, and he shivers with a needy whimper as Hurricane takes a hold of him.]

[He starts to strokes, grip firm and pace steady - keeps an eye on Izanagi's face as he does it]

[He bites down on his lip, face flushed and eyes hazy as he watches Hurricane stroking him. But ultimately, it doesn't last long - he loses whatever mental battle he was having with himself, hips moving to buck almost desperately into Hurricane's hand.]

Hey, you're okay. I got you.

[His hand speeads the pace, obligingly, to match the desperate hitch of Izanagi's hips; the other hand smooths the skirt upward, to give him better access and then keeps going, over hips and ribs and chest]

[He sucks in a breath, pleased, as Hurricane's hand moves up his skirt, pressing eagerly into the touch.]

S-soon...

[He firms his grip - twists a little, on the upstrokes, so his thumb catches the underside of the head. His other hand thumbs over Izanagi's nipple, through the dress]

Go on... you're good.

[It's with a soft moan that he finally cums in Hurricane's hand, face flushed and body tense as he rides out the orgasm.]

[Works him through it, obliging and intent, only slowing and beginning to withdraw when the orgasm has begun to subside]

...any better?

[His head tips back as he pants for breath, spent. And with that...

The earring flickers, and then dims to a regular looking stone once more.

Which naturally leaves him blinking back to full awareness.]

Wh-what was...?

[Seems bad,]

...hey. Are you okay?

[He raises a hand to his head, mind catching up to...

All that.]

The hell was that effect?

...dunno. It was some kinda pink glow, though.

Was that not enough of a show for them? Geeze...

[A little sheepish, a lot distressed that apparently that's! Another effect to worry about! But outwardly just kind of scratching at his head.]

...sorry.

I didn't realize right away that, like. Y'know.

That's probably why they set it off, you know?

Still... I'm a little grateful it was with you and not someone else, at least.

Yeah... yeah. At least there's that.

...for real, are you okay?

I mean... yeah. It's not really the first time this place has influenced me like that.

But... man, it really sucks knowing that's another weird effect I'll have to worry about, you know?

[Sitting up properly, color returning to the usual.]

...Guess I'd better clean this up, too.

...sorry.

Here, lemme help.

[He waves a hand.]

Nah, I got it. We've got cleaning supplies prepared for stuff like this.

In the meantime, shouldn't you get dressed? Don't make that maid outfit go to waste now.

Ah - what?

For real?

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