[hr]ATTN: [@PaulHaynek] (Ayu) & [@AzureKnight] (Kirei/Lavinia)[hr][hider=Complacency in Old Habits (Mildly Spicy)]Ripcord was barely attentive to the presence of the resident Spymaster, as Ayu attempted to access the situation, before questioning the strange mark that the Varjan Commander had left on her neck. In truth, it didn't bother her in the slightest, and served a counter-purpose to its own creation, as it existed to bring Varjan attention to her, and free food for her and her sister. And yet, the query made it clear that there was more than idle wondering put forth.

Sighing, Ripcord shrugged, "[color=008000]I couldn't tell you. Something I was intending to get rid of, once I was bored of it. But, if it's going to be a problem...[/color]" Ripcord whistle, attracting Umami's attention; causing the playful Lesser Chimera to break her fun, and fly over. "[color=008000]See if you can remove this mark, Mami.[/color]"

Umami nodded, "[color=E97451]Sì, Papi,[/color]" before shifting back to normal, and looking at the mark. In all honesty, if it wasn't boring Ripcord, it wasn't bothering her, so she wasn't sure what Ayu's problem was, but if she was asked to remove it, she'd try.

At first, she'd use her nails to slice through the mark, but breaking the skin didn't break the magic, so she opted to peel around the mark, and peel off the surface layer of skin... to no avail, however. It persisted into subdermal later, which meant it was burned into the muscle.

"[color=E97451]I'm going to have to remove the muscle. Are you okay with that,[/color]" Umami asks.

"[color=008000]Do what you need to,[/color]" Ripcord says, sitting down, as her skin regenerated from the biopsy.

Umami sighed, and squatted; steadying herself on her knees. Flicking her fingers, she sank them deeper into her neck, creating a circular biopsy in the upper muscle, and pulling the hunk out with a steady hand. However, when she revealed the biopsied muscle and flesh, the mark was gone.

"[color=E97451]I'll have to go deeper, then... Ripcord, be still as stone,[/color]" Umami says, as the wound closed as if nothing happened.

"[color=008000]Don't tease me too badly, Umami,[/color]" Ripcord giggled, before going still as stone - her chest didn't even move.

Umami gathered a length of cloth from her pocket, and drooled on to it, before rubbing the mark, as if sanitizing the location. Steadying her breath ,the brunette would breathe softly upon the redhead's neck, before suddenly winding her jaw beyond Human measure, and snapping the entire space out with her teeth.

Ripcord lunged forward, catching Umami's arm, and sinking her teeth into the forearm; pink blood splurged from between her lips, as her throat flexed, and she swallowed. At the same time, Umami was chewing with a blissful expression, as she messily ate; black blood leaked from her lips, as she squeezed her legs together, and swallowed. Ripcord's eyes widened while her spiral pupils tightened into a single circle, as she crawled up; pushing Umami onto her back, and attacked her - blood-stained lips doing war with blood-stained lips.

However, the wound regenerated and the mark remained, as it was.

Even Umami's ability to devour anything organic couldn't remove whatever the spell was.

Even so, that conundrum seemed far and away the least of the Claremont Sisters' concerns. Pushing forward, as the aggressor, Ripcord would dissolve her clothing; the acid slime that it was created from dissolving Umami's below in a similar mass - as if, reclaiming it. Skyclad, the first stared down at the last of the Claremont Decuplets... sisters, ten in number; paired, five in total; an elder with a younger, from top to bottom; an equal and an opposite, a lover and a soulmate.

Eternity, promised.

Neither knew the fates of their sisters, elder and younger alike, and... in this moment... didn't care.

Life was about feeling good, and they wanted to feel great.

It was like a musical sting, when both cried out.

For the briefest moment, Umami was Human again, as her feline features retreated internally; only to be replaced by those of a hound. Ripcord delighted in the large, fluffy tail that wagged; a bestial expression of happiness. Born for each other, the Claremont Decuplets had to fulfill the role of Husband and Wife; Dominant and Submissive; so, paired off as such, one of them was given the Mutation of Spontaneous Targeted Masculinization.

In short, the ability to lay pipe.

"Mine again..." Umami breathed, tail wagging incessantly, impatiently.

There was a carnal shamelessness in it, a wildness that came naturally to Mamono; stronger than Humans, unbound to their laws, both societal and moral, yet their were clear reservations and limitations. If one looked, Ripcord was running the show, but Umami was writing the script, even if the surface presented the opposite. In relationships, the Wife's pleasure superseded the Husband's pleasure - he would receive it, but only for so long as she wanted it.

Luckily, Umami always wanted it. It wasn't a matter of where for her, but a matter of when; public or private, it mattered not - she was more beast than beauty, so an alleyway behind a storefront in Otomo Port was as good as the hardwood floor of an old shrine in Terauchi Temple. It was up to Ripcord to control the how long and how hard, as Umami could live off her body -- and, during their career in the Mafia, the food scarcity had demanded that for a time.

A Lesser Shoggoth needed far less edible foodstuffs than a Lesser Chimera, to the extent that waking up to Umami's needy demands had become normal - the risk of death from starvation driving them to feed recklessly wore down the sharpened blade of incest and the toxicity of religious sin.

They crossed that bridge and burned it down long ago.

They lived for each other, as they were made to by choice and by chance.

"[color=008000]Mami![/color]" Ripcord cried out, pressing forward.

"[color=E97451]Papi![/color]" Umami responded in kind, back arching.

A symphonic crescendo crested in their cries, as orgasms were reached in earnest, and the song died to silence, as the last note faded. A moment of clarity, of weakness, of limitations restoring; Ripcord would drag Umami with her descent to her side, and lie there for a spell without motion beyond breathing.

As they rested, a keen eye could spy the glint of a silver band around Umami's left ring finger and a golden band around Ripcord's matching finger; neither of which had been present throughout the affair, likely bewitched to stay hidden as long as they were focused. It was no issue to surmise they were promise bands, a solemn vow of matrimony given material form.

Eventually, the girls would pull themselves into a sitting position; unspoken words passing between the couple, a special communication developed by soulmates, as Ripcord rested her hands on Umami's thighs, face-up, and spread five lines of slime between her fingers like a circular loom for yarn crafts.

"[color=008000]Are you going to make the same clothes again,[/color]" Ripcord asks.

"[color=E97451]I like the look,[/color]" Umami argued. "[color=E97451]It's trendy.[/color]"

"[color=008000]It's Varjan, though. We already stand out like sore thumbs,[/color]" Ripcord says, pragmatically.

"[color=E97451]I won't let countryside bumpkins dictate this city girl's fashion,[/color]" Umami says, firmly.

"[color=008000]We want them to like us, you know,[/color]" Ripcord reminded.

"[color=E97451]Papi, I am not making you a yukata or kimono just to cull favour,[/color]" Umami says, putting her foot, figuratively, down, as her naked toes were currently playing with Ripcord's. "[color=E97451]Besides, I like matching cute ribbons, not gaudy sashes.[/color]"

"[color=008000]My ribbon is red, and yours is black, Mami, and sashes are just big ribbons...[/color]" Ripcord says, before manifesting her cigarettes and lighter, as well as pseudopods from her hair to hold them and work the lighter. "[color=008000]Ah, whatever. So stubborn,[/color]" she chuckled, before taking a drag, and holding it to Umami, "[color=008000] You're my stubborn, though.[/color]"

"[color=E97451]Forever and ever, amen,[/color]" Umami says, before taking her drag, as she formed new apparel.

There was nothing more indicative of post-sex than aftercare and smoking.

Ripcord giggled, as Umami fussed about fashion over function, while they played footsie and split the difference of a cigarette. Soon, they would be redressed and ready to resume construction once they were finished basking in the afterglow of aftercare.

Though, as Ripcord and Umami stood and stretched, recalling where and when they were, who they were around, they couldn't exactly recall what they were doing, though they remembered why they stalled in the first place.

"[color=008000]You know, I forgot what we had planned next,[/color]" Ripcord admitted. "[color=008000]I should likely get rid of this mark, since it’s not coming off by brute force.[/color]"

"[color=E97451]Think that the Human Leader, uh, what did Boss K call him, Takeshi, yeah,[/color]" Umami asks. "[color=E97451]Think he can solve the problem? Or, know someone that can?[/color]"

"[color=008000]Probably, loath as I am to admit, Magic isn’t my strong suit, nor yours,[/color]" Ripcord says, before looking back to Ayu, pointing her cigarette, "[color=008000]Spywoman, where’s Takeshi at? I’d rather not wander this place on a fruitless endeavor.[/color]"[/hider]