Appetizing guest! (Akira/Sabriel)

Listening with interest, the Arrancar could not help but feel a touch of curiosity about this individual who lurked within her friend. It appeared to be quite the anomaly and the more devious part of her mind actually wished to see it come to the surface. Why? Well, it was just her natural intrigue more than anything else. This creature needed to be brought to heel, of that she had no doubt but perhaps if it could be understood a little better then maybe that would make the task easier? She did wish to aid her friend in his endeavours and that included his inner turmoil.

“It is silent because I am near? How interesting. I wonder why that is.”

The way she looked at him changed a little and Sabriel released just a touch of her spiritual energy. Her reason for doing so was fairly simple. She was trying to stir his companion from his silent slumber, her intrigue increasing.

It did not take a genius to tell that there was a new driver in her friend’s body and Sabriel could not help but smile as this new persona approached her and spoke. There was a confident swagger to this beings movements and the dark haired Arrancar did not move an inch as he moved in close, The Hollow, she presumed and from the way in which he was looking at her, a creature that knew what he wanted. Sabriel could most certainly respect that and she made no effort to put him off either, instead she gave him a look, a sultry expression that would reveal that she was anything but frightened.

“Mmm. I wish that I could say that I recall you in the same way but unfortunately I do not. Still, desire is who and what I am, so much so that even though you are in conflict with Akira, I cannot help but ask what yours are. Do you seek to take control of his form permanently? Is that what you want above all else?” Sabriel paused briefly, the sultry look still there. “Or is what you seek more physical in nature? I imagine that it must be incredibly frustrating to find yourself restrained for so much of your existence.”

The primal expression on his face was rather alluring in a way and while she was most certainly on her guard, the Arrancar did not show weakness for a moment. She was intrigued, as usual.

For a period of time, she would allow him to manoeuvre her around without a fight, letting him press her back against him while she spoke. He had an intriguing way with words and she listened intently but the more she heard, the darker her expression soon became. The antithesis to her he appeared to be and while in a way it was alluring, there was also a part of her that felt slightly sick. A being whose purpose was to cause the pleasure that she granted others with to wither and die was unappealing, against her nature.

She could feel his hand rise, teasing her body as he did so, feeling a shiver of pleasure travel through her body. It was a slow process and for a while, it appeared as though he was merely teasing but the moment she felt his limb head towards her neck, there was a noticeable change in Sabriel’s body language. Her right hand would shoot up and knock his hand away, followed by her leaving his strange embrace and turning to face him.

“The yin to my yang, mmm? A being who wishes for nothing more than to destroy what I so carefully create. How unfortunate it is that you just so happen to inhabit Akira, a man that I call friend, for if you were in anyone else’s body, I might just react in a way other than words. I am not by nature violent but when faced with a creature who takes joy from shattering my work into pieces then I cannot help but feel a flame within me and not merely a desire for close contact either. Your touch both excites and reviles me, an unusual reaction.”

Holding back her more aggressive instincts, Sabriel would do him the courtesy of at least hearing him out. She remained where she was when he stepped in although any attempt at touching her would be treated with perhaps a touch more caution on her part. The Arrancar was not going to have him suddenly try and throttle her in the middle of her own kingdom. That being said, his words were not quite as poisonous as before and her shoulders relaxed a touch as he kept speaking.

“If your words are genuine and my creations are left as they are then perhaps there is a chance of some measure of understanding between us. Yet, if it appears that you are playing me for a fool, you will realise rather swiftly as to how moronic of a move that is to attempt. You are most certainly an intriguing character and while you both excite and disgust me in ways I cannot quite grasp, I would be lying if I said that there was not a connection there. One rather different from your host and I.”

His last words in particular caused her to raise an eyebrow and even though she was unsure of his intent, she would ask regardless.

“A feeling of what? What is it that my rejection stirs within you? Anger? Excitement? Want?”

His question was a fair one and Sabriel took some time in musing about what action to take. They were in her domain, the centre of her kingdom and should her spiritual energy flicker, she knew that her subjects would be all too eager to lunge for the being before her, arriving in their droves. Yet, combat had never truly been in her nature, despite the obvious role that the Hollows had in the world. Even as a regular Hollow, she had always been a toyer, a binder, a teaser rather than a brute. With this individual though? A creature who she both reviled and adored at the same time? It was a far more tantalising thought.

“Indeed it does and yet I find myself having difficulty figuring out just how to balance this situation. I sense that rush of emotions within you and it tantalises me. I desire to both explore and strike you at the same time, in a way that I have not felt towards anyone. A curious state of being indeed and one that I cannot remain in for too long, as it will drive me completely and utterly mad.” The Arrancar eventually replied, in a momentary state of seeming mental flux.

Unwilling to remain so beyond that though, she would step forward towards him and place a soft hand on his right cheek. “How about I provide you with an example of both and we see which you prefer, hmm?”

Leaning in, she would press her lips briefly against his, taking the opportunity to do what she so far had yet to do with Akira’s form. He may not have been at home, so to speak but it was something to tick off of her bucket list nonetheless.

It was blissful in its own way but once they parted, the look in Sabriel’s eyes would change, as the right hand that she had stroked his cheek with would suddenly sway back briefly, before coming towards his face at a far quicker pace. Physicality was not her strongest suit but she could tee off with a good slap if she felt like it.