"Excellent." She says with a smirk as she rolls over to envelop him in the first of another seemingly-infinite yet immeasurably coveted red kisses. Between the soft mattress and warm weight of Shauna's affection was, for those precious hours, heaven. Her plump lips made the passage of time unclear and even her sweet, powerful kisses became a blur of dopamine-causing memories.
(Hours Pass)
Inu's senses returned to him as he laid sprawled in front of his home. It took him a while to get his mind functional enough to sit up and walk back into his abode. The first look in the mirror was no surprise; red lips printed all across his face, neck, and clothes. In his back pocket was a note.
"I know you'll love your new threads, sweetness~" read the note, stamped with a kiss mark so large it obscured some of the message. That reminded him of what the agent said before she left him to the whims of the Diva and wobbled as quick as he could to his closet. There he saw what were functionally the clothes he had left. However, now they all sported a shade of red. Every article of clothing either sported at least one of Shauna's kiss marks or some sort of possessive advertisement. "Property of Shauna Jackson," "Shauna's Favorite Toy," and "SJ's Boytoy since [the date of his defeat]" were the ones that elicited the strongest reactions from him.
Upon hoping this was the extent of his humiliation, the messages began pouring in. The images of himself being possessed by the beefy midara were being generously circulated around the area. Shauna's stock was up, and Inu had been the enthusiastic spokesperson to her might.
Inu's feelings were... well...
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