Thread: Uchiha and Hyuga Rising (Naomi David x Viktoff Samson)

The twisted crosses in eyes eyes rotated in their windmill pattern as he watched her and listened to her words. To her comment about her word choice and how other people look at him, he smiled a little more genuinely than before. In a way, he'd seem to be going from seducer to entirely sincere with his look to her now. Well... I wonder how I exude those things so noticeably. He mused before giving her a deep and brief, low laugh that suited more of the domineering atmosphere he approached her with. Despite being the way he was, precisely as she described other people saw him, it was rare for Habiki to entertain a compliment presented directly to his face. For those weren't the most confident themselves, it was possible that they just feared rejection if they presented themselves as an option for him. And there was always the kind that just assumed he knew, or the people who would wish they had what he did. In all honesty, it was a little lonely being Habiki. At least for the people who felt segregated because of their clan or their lack of superb genetic talent or even raw nerve to devote themselves to training to develop ability, there were others who existed within their minority group for sympathy. To his knowledge, nobody was quite exactly like Habiki. He assumed chivalry and kindness lent themselves naturally to the stronger member of a group to lend themselves more towards leadership. Habiki just craved to be needed, silently. He reveled in the feeling of her little pussy between her legs, working her like a man who knew exactly what he was doing. His inhuman eyes running over her body, watching her more closely and undressing countless mysteries of her body in ways that would seem impractical with any other eye. It wouldn't matter what was objectively true about the ancient power that lay behind his eyes, there just wasn't a way for his victim to discern that truth. Not even the closest Uchiha in terms of overall power to this pureblood prince knew what his Mangekyou Sharingan could do precisely. There were some good hints laying around areas that have been rifled with destruction by Habiki on a mission, but he hasn't open his lips and share what he knew about them to anyone. His lips took her own as his fingers worked her in all ways short of penetration. He wanted her to crave it, to beg for it. A special moment, the first time she feels his hot, meaty length spread her with his hands on her wide birthing hips, it's gotta be at a moment when she has it on her mind or when she's so melted that it changes her in some way. The man that watched her eyes as his bottom pair of teeth sneaks up beneath her upper lip, mirrored only by the upper pair of teeth closing the distance with the same lip. He had her caught in his teeth as his eyes narrowed more and his smile faded completely. The look he gave her now would blur the line between friend or foe unless she could read his mind. His fingers lathered up her wetness with the sort of attention to detail that displayed a sense of tenacity as her clothing over his hand wouldn't seem to be slowing him down or making his fingers land anywhere he didn't seem to expect to feel. He's touched a woman before, and even at that, he wasn't afraid or second guessing himself. His head drew back from her own as her upper lip would be drawn in his direction just a bit with his teeth only just barely pressing against her soft supple upper lip. Finally feeling a suitable level of moisture where he was confident he managed to shield her from a single dry touch, his fingers drew up to the hood of her cunt to spread the upper half of her sex without even having to see what he was doing. His eyes were too busy pushing their way past the windows to her soul that were her own eyes. His finger tips took turns drawing slippery wet hot semi-circles over her clit as he finally pulled his head back the rest of the way to allow her upper lip return to her. After this he'd grin. We can't very well leave before you finish your ramen. That'd be rude, no?