ok... I promised to do a smut-fic of one of my favourite fanfics on IRG... and I hope it's a worthy representative of the original fic by angelicreation...

Here's the link to her fanfic VIGINTI TRES

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Brushing away the heavy Bordeaux velvet in front of the entry, Juri could already smell the scent of different spices and essences.  Sandal-wood, patchouli and camphor emerged with the sweet scent of rose-petals, dried leaves and odours of past adventures the panther already spent inside the tent. Different pendants and gemstones combined to a bizarre mosaic of energetic roots nebulised her mind, only causing her to fall into seduction. Not even the warmth inside this place could stop the countless chills down her spine, her growing arousal. Like her eponym the woman stalked inside the lioness’ lair. Different impressions distracted her for only a second, hazel coloured eyes kept on the hunt, searching for what her body wanted and needed.

A silent, playful groan escaped her lips, parted them lightly to inhale the air which was so different, nearly as seductive as the one who lived inside. Juri tilted her head lightly when she found what she was looking for. Light of a few candles was dim, and smoke of olibanum deformed reality, giving atmosphere its own charm. The panther’s slender and feminine forms drew soft shadows against drapery and silken pillows, against those irresistible curves in front of her. Ocean blue eyes seemed to glow in a special way when the predator came closer, stopping in front of her, just to sink down on all fours.

“Got you…” she whispered in her low, breathy voice, lips curled up to a sweet smile, remembering old times whispering to her like the breeze in the trees, adding that magical atmosphere. The young woman watched Juri with a gaze which was able to melt icy barriers wherever they pleased to look at, shifting her legs slowly. Eyes met each other, drowning into wordless conversation, making the feline-like rogue motionless for some time, before she slowly started to crawl; muscles tensed, vibrating slightly like her breath. Kozue didn’t speak a single word, but that warm smile grew on sweet lips when she looked at the panther, sneaking closer. She really deserved the title of a rogue, being soundlessly, tensed and able to work with sharp senses.

The wild leader kept waiting for the arrival of her so-called playmate that lived in her heart like a forbidden treasure – the only one who was allowed to open the casket, bathing her gaze in its beauty.

“It has been a long time, my dear…” Her soft voice drowned out the beating of shamanic drums and bells from the outside, creating rhythm that matched their heartbeats. A faint smile appeared on panther’s lips. “I know…” she replied with warm response, crawling closer, step by step. Floods of auburn, silky hair gushed along her slim shoulders, down on Kozue’s legs when Juri lowered her forms, just to get in a position that didn’t allow her counterpart to escape. With each move her lids began to sink, watching the seductive sorceress out of half-closed eyes, amazing play of colours in hazel, turning to emerald in hidden lust. Keeping a little on distant the rogue shifted herself in a comfortable position, taking hold on one of those countless silken pillows while she lifted one hand, fingertips slipped in nearly ghostlike touch along Kozue’s cheek; comforting her like it was their first time they’ve ever got into this situation. A soft gasp escaped the leader’s lips, light as air, disappearing in soft clouds of olibanum scent, prepared like for some kind of holy ceremony.

“Did you miss me?” Juri asked with low voice. Her forefinger found its way on her counterpart’s lips, tracing outlines with care. Feeling the smallest of kisses on her fingertip was the only answer she needed to know, bending her head. Kozue chuckled lightly when auburn locks used to tickle her pale skin; voice muffled by a first kiss the panther shared, they matched so perfectly together like skin on skin when the leader’s hands traced strong arms, lifting drapery of her shirt slowly. Shivering by reflex the noble feline added more and more little pecks on her beloved’s cheeks, sharing a tender moment being so close. She couldn’t even remember when she used to be that caring and loving. Of course she handled every woman that spent a night with her in a gentle and handsome way. But they never meant so much to her like the wild thing beneath her, pinned into pillows and sheets, awaiting sweet gifts and unspoken confessions she was ready to give.

Shifting underneath and lifting her head, Kozue’s fingers ran up and down Juri’s arms, touching tanned and marvellous skin she adored. Begging silently for lips on hers she took a grip on the panther’s shoulders, finally pulling her down to get what she wanted, tasting the sweetness, hidden behind rosy petals; flying away and settling down again and again, softly like a butterfly would land on the calyx just to get into the sweet part, like her tongue pleading for entrance. Exhaling in slowly building arousal the panther parted her lips, luring the intruder to tease and caress the best way she could. Hazel coloured fires began to glow by first reaction, feeling Kozue’s pulse ragging by the time when her hand, palming the cheek first, lingered at her collarbones, getting down to the corset, tracing black leather and brocade, down to the lacing on her side. Even touching her lightly made the younger girl squirm in excitement, senses nebulised but more sensitive than before.

Being expired it wasn’t such a big obstacle to remove the strings of a corset to the panther. But this time she even forced herself to keep the pace low, enjoying every inch of bare, perfect skin; getting enraged when she thought about any other person who had such close contact and even more. Every part of laid open skin seemed to be so perfect, just awaiting her tenderness. Juri couldn’t resist any longer, falling into the seduction of her own mind, kissing every spot she discovered like a child would see the world in different colours. The beat of drums grew louder and intense, echoing in Juri’s mind like the crackling sound of burning wood at the gypsies’ bonfire. Members of the clan began to hum their chants, vibrating melodies melted with the sounds of night and its dwellers. Somewhere, far away a barn owl rested on a tree, crying out into darkness.

Finally getting rid of material the rogue removed that corset slowly, adoring what she had to miss for so long before lips pressed fiercely against skin, inhaling that perfect body’s scent at the cleavage-point, causing a gasp for air and countless chills down her beloved’s spine. Kozue’s body started to shiver when the panther’s tongue left a wet trace all along the collarbones, drifting deeper to the centre of her cleavage, surrounding the hollow of each breast in care. A first silent moan got lost in the pulsating rhythm of old songs, telling about gypsy life and mysteries, legends far beyond a human’s mind; clapping hands and bawling around for more beer and wine.

Ocean blue eyes sparkled in their precious way, absent in her needs, fingers tangled up in luxurious auburn hair which kept hanging into the panther’s face, teasing every nerve of leader’s skin, causing her to shiver, nearly out of her control. Juri had that catlike grin, hazel gaze fixed on every reaction, totally caught in her behaviour and the music all around. She missed the magic of this place, her second family. She never was a real part of the clan; nonetheless it was the only thing she had, getting hold and a shoulder to lean on. Rattling breath hit Kozue’s chest, feather light kisses surrounded the nipple of delicious curves, and the panther’s right hand cupped the other breast, scraping along sensitive skin, enjoying the squirm beneath. Teasing soft flesh her tongue drew a slow, delicate circle around before poking the nipple in her wicked and provoking way, earning a heavy gasp as response. This time Juri had nearly all time of the world enjoying that marvellous body and pleasures crushing above her like a tide.

Tugging the flood of auburn silky locks the seductive woman beneath the predator closed her eyes; fingernails crawled up to slender shoulders, disturbed by fabrics of a linen shirt. She knew the way, trailed slowly to the collar, feeling leather strings to remove them quickly, unnoticed. Digging her nails into the rogue’s shoulder she lifted herself up, bringing both into a sitting position; offering her neck and leaning back her head, she played the prey, the prize for the brave and dangerous panther who had wrapped strong arms around the petite body, pulling her closer.

Taking the offer without any hesitation, the panther’s lips pressed fiery and filled with passion against the younger woman’s neck, teasing skin with her teeth. Kozue let out a wicked purr, stretching her neck caused short cerulean hair to fall down like a shore throwing against invisible cliffs. Juri watched her rapturously, growling playfully in response and adding more and more little bites, tasting the salt of sweat. It really was such long time ago to tease that wild beauty, calling the leader only hers and nobody else’s. Thoughts of Shiori disappeared completely, amazed of that wicked animal, pitting strength against each other was way too intense to disturb that situation with unwished cogitations.

Inhaling the panther’s scent the leader barely opened her eyes to mere slits, both bodies brought together so incredibly close. There was hardly any space to tear them apart; the feeling of linen on her ivory skin caused countless chills down Kozue’s spine. Eyes widened lightly when her slender fingers shoved away Juri’s shirt, exposing tanned skin which trembled at a sudden cool breeze striking her bare shoulders. The panther’s body was like an endless landscape for the gypsy. No matter, how often she had explored it – every time she discovered something new, old scratches and marks from fights and nights of feverish delirium.

This night, nothing was left of nobility; there was just a place for predators lurking in the shadows. None of them would just lay back and take it - their pride was too immense in this point. Kozue used her chance to pin Juri into the cushions, lips crushed down along this slender well-toned body, every fibre of the panther’s muscles started to quiver out of reflex. When the rogue wasn’t on top, she behaved so different; no longer was she a predator, but a prey for the giggling gypsy looming over her. The leader buried her face in auburn curls, cerulean hair fused with copper strands with an impression of water extinguishing the fire; but instead it was unquenchable until there was nothing left to burn down. Hot breath hit Juri’s neck; she jerked and stretched her forms, granting more access to the younger one who took that invitation with pleasure…

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With sprawled out limbs the panther inhaled deeply. Her body shook like a limb when chilly air hit her skin which glistened from heat and sweat. Out of barely opened emerald eyes she watched Kozue who had collapsed on her, head resting on the rogue’s chest. Both hearts were beating loudly and strong, melting to one when the gypsy enlaced her fingers with Juri’s, smiling languished at her. The panther replied that facial expression, sighing deeply satisfied. This night was locked deeply into her imaginations, buried deep into her soul and heart. Nobody of the predators spoke a single word, enjoying the silence around. Most of the clan members have gone to sleep, just the burning wood from the bonfire crackled and glistened when a breeze hit the embers, carrying away the ashes.

Juri enjoyed the peaceful moment since she expired them way too infrequently. Her fingers tangled up in cerulean hair, twisting it absently while thoughts crept up into her mind again. There was the wish to sneak out as soon as possible since there was a member she hated, maybe feared as well. She never wanted to end by his side and showed it in her aggressive way, nearly killed him when he stepped over that invisible border.

“I wish I could stay with you like this forever…”, she muttered when she noticed that questioning gaze on her. Kozue lifted her head and smiled absently. “You… know the rules.”, she replied with a kind of sad expression and the panther had to admit it with a silent nod. “I know.” Still she didn’t want to respect every rule of the clan, pulling Kozue tight to herself, getting into a comfortable position for both of them to fall into sleep.

“Just… forget about the rules right now…”