not proofread, i literally just wrote this impulsively because lohen's leaked animations made me feel THINGS.
“that’s a sweet girl.” lohen coos in your ear. there’s something in his eyes that both terrifies you, and also strengthens the heat pooling between your legs. it’s a sadistic gleam - the very same he wears whenever you catch him up close slaughtering hilichurls, whenever he’s sharpening his weapons before a fight.
that look isn’t what’s causing you to tremble beneath him, however. your wrecked state is caused by the knife pressed against your throat, cool, stainless steel that leaves goosebumps in its wake as lohen drags it further and further down. once it reaches your bra, lohen doesn’t even hesitate before he slices it off, freeing your breasts. “you’re so scared… i can tell, you know?” he adds in a quiet voice, only for you to hear, “but you’re not running away. what a brave thing you are.”
the knife finally arrives just above your panties, and just like before, lohen doesn’t bother getting rid of the fabric in the traditional way. he rips the garment off with the knife. instinctively, you attempt to close your legs - but lohen grabs your knee, his grip nearly painful, to keep them open.
“no no, sweet girl,” he says, and though his tone is sickeningly sweet, you can tell he won’t repeat himself if you dare go against his wishes, “keep them open for me. i’m not done yet.”
you can’t even begin to come up with a reply - your attention is onto the cool blade, which leaves your flesh, providing you a short sense of relief. however, said relief is gone when lohen presses it against your clit. your hips hiccup forward, and seeing you squirm makes lohen bite his lip.
he adds more strength to the blade, rubbing circles with the flat side of the knife against your clit. this shouldn’t arouse you so badly, and yet, it very much does, considering how the blade is already glistening with your fluids. seeing you enjoying yourself makes lohen’s grin grow even wider somehow, and he increases his pace. it’s dangerous, and he’s well aware of that - but he keeps his knife at an angle that wouldn’t harm you. he doesn’t want you bleeding, at least not there.
you’re lightheaded with pleasure now, head lolling back and whines escaping your lips when you aren’t begging him for more. but, just as you’re about to cum - the blade is gone. whatever pleasure you were feeling is replaced with aggravation, and you can’t help the groan that leaves you.
your head snaps down to between your legs, then back to lohen. he’s eagerly licking the knife clean, refusing to break eye contact with you. and once he’s done… he laughs. laughs at your frustrated face, at how you were begging him to make you cum just a minute ago…
“i’m sorry, i’m sorry,” he lies, as he leans forward until your foreheads are nearly meeting, “you know i can’t help myself. that look on your face when you can’t cum makes me feel so good, sweetheart.”
the knife is once again brought to your cunt - this time, however, the blade is facing away from it, and instead, you can feel the thick handle probing at your entrance.
“this time, i’ll let you cum… so long as i get to hear you scream.”
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