warnings:mature themes, masturbation, piercings, occ, chubby love/body positivity(can't handle then don't read)
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She studies the planes of her body in the full-length mirror, drawing her fingertips across the velvety softness of her own skin.
She is radiant.
Cency trains her eyes on the peaks and valleys of her body, the plumpest bits and stretch marks too. Watching the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing, slow and steady under the spell of the music flowing from the little black speaker on the dresser. A mixture of bastille, pierce the veil, a little bit of k.flay, and falling in reverse she put together herself.
She smiles at her reflection; trying to see herself as her the shadows see her.
Obsidian crystal nipple piercings glitter and wink in the soft glow of the candlelight with each breath. She sighs, fingertips lightly brushing over full breasts and chubby stomach, dipping into the crevice of her waist teasingly. She sweeps her hands down chocolatey thighs, lips parting on a quiet exhalation.
She turns her body away from the mirror, craning her head around to admire the impressive swell of her ass. She smiles indulgently, running one hand over the curve of her rear, tracing the fading lash marks left from her others' exploration of of her body. God, she loves it when Woe leaves her mark on her! She splays her other hand across the line of her chin, tucking the edge of one finger between her teeth, beaming at the memory of last night.
She laughs happily, twirling till she once more faces the mirror.
She cocks her head critically, dark blue-green eyes flitting over her reflection. Hands raise up to tweak one of the piercings, arranging it framed her nipple deliciously. The set was an early Christmas gift from her other; something for her to play with while she was away on a frenzy this week. Woe had only been out hunting down lost souls a day and already her absence had Cency reaching for it in their toy drawer. She missed her, missed her taste and the feel of the entity in her; Woe had promised to be home by Halloween.
Bending forward slightly, she finds her clit hood with her fingers and attaches the final piercing, wincing at the twin tendrils of pain and pleasure unfurling themselves inside her. She straightens, feeling the satisfying twinges at her nipples and between her legs. Giving her reflection one final glance, Cency pads, naked and quietly singing, to the kitchen.
Raising herself on her toes to reach the glasses on the top shelf of the cabinet produces a sweet, sharp pang on her most sensitive bits. She retrieves a single tumbler and crosses to the alcohol cabinet on the other side of the kitchen, each step producing foreign prickles as she hadn't had the piercings long. She surveys their collection and pulls a random vodka from the wall; discerning varying alcohol properties is not her avocation. She finds the corkscrew in a drawer and slides it closed with her hip, pausing to savor the acute sensations that tug on her with the quick hip thrust. She has to stop for a moment, toes curling against the imported travertine, her face screwing up into a tight expression.
Letting out a shuddering breath, she pops the cork from the bottle and pours a generous serving. She leaves the bottle and corkscrew on the kitchen island and sashays back to the bedroom, through the quiet, dark apartment, glass in hand.
The candles are flickering under the soft breeze produced by the air conditioner, throwing shadows along the full wall of windows across from their bed, overlooking Hell's Kitchen in the darkness. Cency takes a sip of her drink, peering into the night, wondering what time it is in hell and when Woe will reach out to her soul.
