Your knees give out with a helpless little tremble, joints going like melted butter. The soft thud of your ass colliding with the floor fills the room along with the continuous sound of fast overwhelmed huffs that is your breathing. The sound is raspy and quick, too quick to be calm and too slow to be hyperventilating, the gasps of air flooding your lungs with oxygen that still taste of her and her liquorice lipstick.
The taste is both sweet and sour, thick and thin, constant contradictions to the gentle dominance of Akane's kiss, this kiss was rough dominant. The kind that puts you in a place that makes you lower than anyone in the room no matter who, a kiss that is so degrading and rough that it makes your lips tingle unpleasantly and causes your head to swim, incapable of forming a proper sentence or line of thought. The glassy look in your eye continues, reflecting the Guardians large frame and pleased, wiggling breasts as she stares down at you; eyes slitted and full of aroused need, her pink tongue darts out, licking her lips in a slow and lustful rhythm that sends shivers through your still jelly bones.
"You look so perfect like that," She purrs, her head tilting pleased as you look up at her from the floor, ass still firmly planted on the floor and body trembling with over shocked nerves, your body conducting small electrical signals with sluggish and random movements that mimic someone trying and failing to move. The only constant movement is the trembling of your overwhelmed muscles and the ragged breathing of your still overworking lungs. "Slower baby," she murmurs, crouching down to your eye level, "breath slower with me." She commands caringly, "in," she draws in an exaggerated breath, "and out," she exhales with obnoxious volume. She keeps that rhythm staring into your eyes and holding your hands almost reverently.
The sound of your frantic respiration slowly dies as you unwillingly sync with the overexaggerated respiration of the Guardian. Her breasts swaying slightly as she gulps air slowly, rubbing your hands in her to help calm the frantic beating of your heart and cure you of your inability to move at this point in time. "See, it's alright no need to panic, deep breaths, slowly now...good boy." She encourages, shivers bolting down your spine in a strange sensation that mixes the unpleasant dehumanizing feeling of being spoken to like a dog and the pleasurable feeling of being encouraged. Your cheeks burn in confusion, skin going a plush red that practically glows. Your face growing hotter and more embarrassed with every slow stroke of her hand on yours, flesh folding around flesh in a caring display that overrides her earlier dominant hand and lustful eyes that looked ready to claim you in every degrading and embarrassing way imaginable.
Slowly the tremor of your muscles fade to small shivers before stopping all together. The frantic dance of your heart had clamed to a slow leisurely walk and your breathing was perfectly synced to hers. The slow in-and-out rhythm helping calm your whole body despite the confusing feelings about the way she talks and touches you. Your mind has stopped its groggy incoherent state, the fog fading as if it was never there.
Guilt washes over you as Akane's face flashes hotly through your mind. Her pink hair bouncing cutely in the wind, her soft Japanese features creasing hotly as she smiles at you in your head. You know that it wasn't your fault and it is technically all in your head but it still feels like cheating.
Your breathing has evened out and your finally fully back to your senses and you know it's time to try at hiding from this behemoth of a succubus again. You take a deep breath.