Dimencreas (One-Shots)

(18+) Trailblazer - Kafka

“I'm not here for the Stellaron since you clearly knew what I'm here for.” Kafka said with her usual smooth voice as her arms were crossed over to her chest.

“Kafka...”

The tall woman turned her head. She took in your form, from head to toe. Her gaze left no detail unturned. What was that smile about?

There was something almost primal in the way she held your gaze. A predator's gaze. With a swift movement, she untied the strings at the nape of her dress.

“Where are the others? Where is March and Dan Heng? What did you do to them?”

Her long fingers danced over her body. The dress came undone, and it fell to the floor at her feet.

“I sent them away.” Kafka paused. Her eyes glimmered with a certain promise. That smile never left her face.

“I wanted to see you alone.”

You began backing away.

“What are you planning this time..?”

“Don't be silly,” She said, one hand drifting down. It slipped beneath your dress. Her fingers worked at your laces, undoing them quickly. She pulled aside.

What was that look in her eyes? Desire? Hunger? Or was it something else? She gave you a swift wink, her grin growing even wider.

“Come, let me show you.” Her words were sweet music to your ears. A dangerous melody.

“No. I want answers from you first.” You firmly said.

“No need to be shy. We are women, aren't we? You know you want it too. Just the two of us, alone. No one else. Just us, our bodies, and my hands on yours.”

Kafka's touch was soft, gentle. Yet her voice was filled with power— she wanted you, and you alone.

“Yes, but I wanted to ask you why did you abandoned me...”

“What, does it matter?” She murmured, her fingers slowly making their way up your thighs, your legs.

“You are here now... and that's all that matters. Let yourself go, sweet Y/n. Let me take your worries away. I want you... and I know you want me.”

You had never felt this way before— it was almost overpowering. It was impossible to stop your body, your mind, your heart from giving in hence you tried refusing.

When was the last time you felt like this? The raw emotion, the excitement, the joy. Her touch against your skin, caressing, massaging. She made you feel like you were in heaven— all your senses were filled with her.

This was not an experience that you would ever forget. There was so much passion and longing, so much desire, so much fire and heat; her hands, her body, she was the source of it all.

You wanted it. You wanted her.

“Stop... with your manipulation...”

“Don’t you want this, Y/n?” Kaffka whispered.

“You want us. I know you do. Just look at me, and that will be proof enough. You don’t want to escape me. You want more of me. You want this. Me. All of me.”

“It’s ok to give into temptation just this once.” She sighed, bringing your hand up to her lips.

“Let me show you how good it can be.”