Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District (1) – Shattered Dimensions.

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District  (Anime Adventure Quest)

 

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The land closest to the sea and the area in which the sea trading is most frequent. When people come to this land they could practically smell the ocean. The land here is actually hovering over the ocean unlike the rest of the land. The section here is mainly decorated with sky blue themes and the largest most prominent building here is owned by the Leader of Sea trade and nicknamed God of the Sea . Be careful in approaching the building ,the company may not be forgiving.

Matt:

 

Akio was slipping through the streets of the Nautical district, his crimson eyes flowing over the buildings, people, and animals in the area. His black kimono swept under and behind him as he moved. There were slight shuffles with every movement, but other than that he was completely silent. His ears were clearly visible, but his tails were somewhat tucked under his kimono. Most of the fur that could be seen on his tails were black, but the tips had a white wisps to them. The hair on his head, and ears was black as well. The only other color to him for real was the deep crimson lining that flowed over his garb, as well as the red in his eyes. In his mind he had a certain trail of thought as to where he was going. To most it wouldn’t make any sense, but he knew.

“I’ll see if she is there. If not then i will look elsewhere.”

His thoughts flowed from his thin lips, but they were little more than a whisper. Not so for people around him to remain oblivious to his words, but simply for this is how he spoke most times. His voice was a calming one, despite his very short fuse that hid itself behind his pillowed words. In mere moments he could go from being soft, calm, and respectful to the most fouled mouth, violent, and rude person one might come across. It was a strange combination indeed.

Akio had been staying within the nautical district for a few days now, only recently having come to the city from his journey that held so many dark secrets, and memories. What had brought him out now was of a rumor of a furry convention, but when he arrived it turned out that the people that he had gotten the information from was unreliable when it came to accuracy. Despite this Akio had found a favorite place to stay while here. This was where he was headed now.

The kitsune had been walking for a good thirty minutes before he arrived at a small patch of tall bushes. Near the base was a small gap between the adjacent roots. It was just big enough for a small child, but there was noway he could have fit through there. This thought made a small, almost invisible smirk to slid over his lips. Once the streets had cleared of people Akio check his surroundings. There was no one around, or near as far as he could tell. With a gleam in his eyes his body was wrapped in a small bout of a deep sapphire colored flame. It completely enveloped him, but was gone as quick as it had come.

The fires had seemed to take the male with them, leaving a small, black, six-tailed fox in his wake. Its eyes were burning red, his ears were perked up, and his tails were whipping about him. Under its eyes, and scoring its back were odd archaic symbols that showed themselves in a deep crimson along the foxes fur. This was Akio’s favorite form to take. It let him move around with ease, and find nice high places to sleep when he felt the need. For now though he was using it to tuck himself between the bushes. When he came out upon the other side there was a small tunnel of stone. It seemed to lead through a building, and had been meant to be found by children. Sort of a secret hide away. Akio quickly followed the path, his lithe body flowing around the turns, and turning with the passage like poetry.

Within minutes Akio found himself in a small clearing with small trees lining the edge of the clearing. They were each bending inwards, casting a cover over the small hollow. A small child may have been able to squat while in here, but if he returned to a humanoid form he would ruin the place. In the dead center of the hollow was a small stone that held a mirror on it. The light that was able to get through the branches and the leaves was reflected off the mirror, and cast all around to lighten the hiding area up for a certain number of hours a day. Akio looked up with his keen fox eyes, and saw people passing by what would seem like a bush to them. They were ignorant, stubborn, an had no idea the wonders one might find in the small joys in their lives.

It was then that a screen, sitting above a platform that led to the docks, had changed from its regular setting to a broadcast. The queen apparently had words of wisdom to speak to the lessers, or that was how he saw it at least. That was until he heard her message of the prison, and the prisoners. Most would be gasping, screaming, or passing out from fright, but Akio was smiling. Some may say animals cannot smile, but the small form of a fox he held was clearly beaming with a grin.

“This is perfect. She might be there. My sister. Kasumi.”

His thoughts ran through his head quickly, and then his body followed suit. He left the small hollow from the way he had came, and returned to the streets before anyone could tell what had happened. He then slipped into an ally, and shifted once more, returning to the look he had before. This time there was a large pitch black Nodachi blade hanging from the back of his kimono. The blade was light, and so put little to no weight on his clothes. This was the blade known as Korui Akuma.

Now that he was back in a human form he began making his way towards the docks, ready to find his sister. True he disliked her, but there was some unfinished business they had together. He hoped that she would show up to help these people so he may confront her. It could end up very interesting.

 

 

Fu:

 

The Docks

– The Ship was docked just outside of the Nautical district ; located at the docks which of course meant that it was awaiting travelers to board. The ship had a embedded insignia of a Trident , the symbol of Atlantis Co. and it meant the company was showcasing their ships to be used for the voyage to Hellgate Prison. They were going to assist the people who were willing and brave , all as a ploy to get approval by the people. The time was coming near, and it was almost time to board the ship to move onwards to the Island . Was everyone ready ? It would seem that it wasn’t so as the ship wasn’t entirely full with people . It would wait awhile longer before it was ready to depart . Shuzen himself stayed near the entrance of the ship welcoming people on , dressed extremely casual as if to assimilate with the other passengers. –

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Shuzen :” Please make yourself comfortable , Enjoy your voyage. Hello ; welcome . There is beer and nourishment’s in the kitchen , feel free to go and take what you’d like . Remember to vote Shuzen as Nautical District’s Regional Mayor. ”

– Shuzen didn’t leave his post , he wanted to see all of the passengers who had came with his own eyes ; but did he have a real reason beyond political gain ? From a certain standpoint it would seem as if he was evaluating the members , seeing if they would survive or not . He kept spotting weak people , minus a man adorned in a white mechanical suit which had seemed to pique his interest so far. –

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Atlantis Ship : Cargo Bay

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– Hio snuck on board , knowing there was no other ships going to the Island ; he had no other choice but to get on the way he had and stay out of sight hiding behind several crates . He stayed quiet and awaited for the ship to begin it’s voyage. Hio didn’t seem very happy either , his face displayed a annoyed expression as he could even sense the amount of noise coming from upstairs.-

Hio:” When will this ship take off ….”

 

Kiri:

 

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Kasumi was smiling as she walked down the street, despite her only real reason for being in this place was the broadcast which had explained there was a massive prison riot occurring now; this disturbed her but she didn’t show it, she simply kept her upbeat attitude, practically skipping down the street as she thought with a small hum in her voice.

Kasumi had been in the furry convention, on its last day no less, with Grant at the time when it had come on; she had grown darker as she listened, not only because of the broadcast itself but also because of the fact it brought up bad memories. Probably worried Grant half to death, but of course she had dragged him along with her, only giving him the explanation that she had to go and even if he didn’t go she would alone. She knew what could happen if they got out, they could do things just as bad as if not worse than her own brother had done. She knew that, that’s why she had to go.

After a bit of running, Kasumi had let go of Grant’s hand, and she was hoping that the man was still with her. It’d be reckless to go in alone, but she knew that even then she had a duty to do this. There was a chance her brother was in there and if he was…… she didn’t want to think about that but… she would be the one to put him down if it was the case. She wasn’t worried about the fact he was technically stronger than her because of the difference in tails, that meant nothing to him.

Kasumi finally looked behind her after a couple minutes, smiling brightly behind her as she called out to Grant, but little did she know there was someone so close who could recognize the voice she released. After all… he had once gotten the same voice…

“Grant, you still there or did I leave you way behind!?”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District

“Yeah!” Grant sung out as he finally caught her up, practically out of breath. It was quite some day and with what Kasumi had planned, Grant was not going to miss this for the world. It had been at the final day of the furry convention that they learnt about the prison riot. All eyes glued to a massive wall of television screens that showed what had been happening. News reporters in special bullet proof vests, and with the words ‘PRESS” emblazoned on them spoke with a heightened sense of danger to alert all on Alterus of what was happening. Grant was a little worried about what it meant for them to get involved, but with his new found powers thanks to the Mask, it would be a great way to test it out. Sure, he had scared his apartment manager, Mrs Abecrombe half to death one night, when he came home to get his things, only to decide to put the mask on to play a prank. Needless to say his wild comic actions and the graffiti he wrote on the apartment building walls, had many in the building talking. He had written “Mrs Abecrombe has blue waffles” about two thousand times in various sizes and script type. It was going to take a month of sundays to get that all scrubbed off the walls.

But here on this day Kasumi and Grant had come down to get on the ship that would take them over to the prison. “Can I help it if you are like….super fast in those shoes?” Grant pointed down at the girl’s footwear and then beamed a smile at her. “I did manage to catch you up though. So where is this ship?’ Grant put his hand up like a visor, scouting to see which vessel they were meant to get on.

Dressed in jeans, a polo and carrying his trusty back pack, Grant looked more like a backpacker than a member of a fighting force. His hair was a lot better kept though and thankfully he had showered that morning. Taking out a packet of menthos, he took one out and popped it into his mouth. He then offered the packet to Kasumi with a shake of his wrist.

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“Mint?”

 

~RB~

 

Hibu:

 

The room was silent; in fact it was pitch black. Shadows creaked along the walls with mischievous smirks. On the dark oak wood nightstand, a candle ignited displaying the only light source within the room. The room wasn’t abandoned for a feeble structure with kinky snow white hair was chained to the bed. Shackles were placed around her wrist, Scars ran along her skin leaving remembrance of miserable beatings. This would be the first in months she was getting a chance to sleep, but it wasn’t making much of a difference. The nightmares were becoming more violent with every sleep.
The female babbled her eyelashes with her vision weary with only darkness filling her pupils. Ordinarily this would confuse and freak one who happened to wake up in darkened abandoned room, but this was ordinary for her. The tight feeling of shackles being placed around her wrist of both left and right hand didn’t seemed to bother her. A bandage wrapped around her left eye due to punishment that happened in the past. It was frequent to have beating for she was slave, supposedly lower than livestock. This didn’t bother to be called such. Kasumi knew she was too afraid to do anything, she could have escape, but every time the thought came into her mind her body becomes paralyzed. Why? By many people Kasumi was said to have invisible chains set by Shuzen. He had applied so much fear into her, Kasumi was mentally was too afraid to even go against his wishes. When given the chance to escape, Kasumi can’t help, but too stay. Being token away by her parents at such a young age then being stripped in front of a plethora amount of dirty old man, made the female remember that little girl wail out in misery to her parents even though she knew they weren’t going to be saving her. “I wonder when master will be back” her voice was pathetic and soft as she spoken. The female attempted to stand, but the collar around her neck, which was chained to bedpost, which prevented her to stand a full length. Thus, the female sat herself back in her previous position. She was alone with nothing to do, her body was feeble and weary not strong enough to break neither the chains nor the shackles. Is this her life? Being chained to bedpost hardly feed, or even cared for? Her mother once told her that, “Everyone has meaning in this world even its small or big” she believed those words, but soon they faded from her faith. Where the watching? Looking down on their child from the “heavens” or were they looking at their daughter in disgrace. Did they care anymore? Probably not, the high elves were such an intelligent race; to be enslaved was disgraceful. She sighed with depression, moist droplets streamed down her numb red cheeks only to hit the floor. She didn’t want to live this life, but she lacked the courage to do anything about it. Every time her eyelid closed the picture of his unmerciful eyes came into mind, which would prevent her from sleeping for the rest of the night

 

Kiri:

 

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“Good, and these shoes aren’t the reason I’m so fast buddy boy. Natural physical trait, me and my bro-…… never mind.”

Kasumi cut off in the middle of her sentence, possible for the fiftieth time over the past week of peace since the dungeon. It seemed, more and more lately too because of the fact Grant had been dealing with it all week since she started hanging around him. She never spoke of him without cutting off the sentence just for the very reason it was forbidden, not even counting how much pain it brought back. She hadn’t seen him for years and she knew very well why… she couldn’t forget after what had happened, especially with the damage she’d done herself in a fit of Feral Rage.

Kasumi shook her head and gave a small smile, reminiscing her father for a moment, as those thoughts typically brought on thoughts of him. According to what he’d told her, he had changed a lot in the years before she was born, he’d told her that he’d made mistakes that had torn his own life apart with his brother and father. Life could throw things at you that could bring you to your knees, but one thing he always made sure she remembered was that true strength is shown through the heart, the willingness to continue fighting even though you get hit, to defend those you care for no matter how much it hurts. It’s not about how hard you can hit, it’s about how hard you can GET HIT and KEEP on trying. That’s the lesson he always taught her and she’d taken it to heart the day she unleashed her Flaming Persona.

Kasumi blinked as she heard Grant’s voice again and looked at him with a rose eyebrow, her crimson eyes landing on the Mentos packet that was in his hands; letting out a small chuckle she nodded, reaching out and taking the packet, popping one into her mouth before handing it back to him. It wasn’t like she needed it, she just liked the taste of it, and considering her tongue was more sensitive than his, she enjoyed it a lot however long it lasted. Well… that isn’t entirely accurate, one’s sense of smell is ninety percent of their sense of taste, so really the reason she tasted it more is because her nose was far stronger. Ah oh well. Kasumi spoke quietly as she pushed her power down, making it harder to tell that she was a lot stronger than many of the occupants of the boat now getting on.

“Thanks, come on, let’s get on the boat before it leaves. I have a bad feeling about this and… well, it’s better that people other humans are on board with this, no telling what we’ll encounter. I’m already having to suppress my power by a lot, never telling where an enemy may come from. I want then to underestimate me in the case that I have to fight on board as well as at the prison. Off chance of that happening, but still.”

Kasumi was serious, and finished talking several minutes before she even managed to get to Shuzen, but even so she gave him a cautious gaze, but a smile full of sass while she passed. She wasn’t senseless, she knew the look of someone analyzing others when she saw it… it was a look she’d seen before. She replied to Shuzen with a arrogant grin and cheeky tone in her voice, but one that held an underlying understanding. The only thing she could have done to give away she wasn’t as weak as many of the people getting on the boat.

“Hmm, sure thing~ If you make it worth it, Shuzen-san.~”

 

Razorbackwriter:

 

Kingdom of Alteria : Nautical District

To share a small mint with friends is like something out of a TV commercial. It always has a way of bringing a smile to a weary face. Grant had a sweet tooth, just one of many things that Kasumi was yet to learn about our latest adventure hero. Though at the moment, he was acting more like a tourist than anything else. Dressed for comfort rather than style – cause really he was never was much of a fan of fashion, Grant looked so easy going. He’d had an interesting time since he had finished his first ever quest, but one thing he did notice in the time that he spent with the talkative kitsune, was that she never finished her sentences. Odd really. Like she was always leaving out the best part of the story for reasons that only made sense to her.

Grant just followed her anyways. He didn’t question her reasoning, nor try to pick apart what she had said – just taking it at face value.

They were now facing the vessel that was to take them across the waters to the Prison. Staring up at it, Grant let out a small whistle, but showed no fear at all. Not even when Kasumi expressed her feelings on it and they weren’t good ones. She complained that she was having to already suppress her powers a great deal at the present times, and with the boat being filled with nearly all humans, it was going to be a feat in itself to continue to keep her defenses up. One point she raised, was that the enemy could be anywhere, even on board the ship and she needed people to think that she was harmless. Underestimating her strength.

Talk about a good plan. By the looks of Grant, the only thing he would be hitting would be the ship’s on board menu.

Following Kasumi up the docked ship’s gang plank, he waved cheerfully at Shuzen.

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‘I’m Grant! You look even better in person, Sir. I’ll vote for you! Do you have a campaign button? I love those. Where is the beer and chips again?”

 

~RB~

 

Sieg:

 

Watch that late night movie they said…nothing bad will happened they say…idiot, idiots all of them!

The crimson eyed rabbit cursed inside his mind as using his C-Gear he began speeding across the streets of the Nautical District. Today a ship was leaving to a destination that basicly no one with an inch of sanity or common sense would come close to, unless they had some sort of sense of heroism or business there…and of course this bunny just needed to have both! He hated that, that sence that he had to do the right thing…it ruined his business, it ruined his day…and of course he had to be the only living fool to take a job to deliver a package there. Any sane and insane courier for that matter gave this job the finger, low pay, high danger…but no…he had to take it because they gave him puppy eyes and he would be going anyways

Gaia be damned Bolt…go faster!

Right now he was breaking every speeding limit in the whole district if not the whole planet while he was draining his C-Gear dry to just reach the docks that finally were at sight. At first the bunny was relieved, he had crossed half of the city at top speed basically almost crashing into every vehicle moving slower than 300 kilometres per hour, wich was most of them anyways if not all, and finally he was there. He was relieved to say the least…except for a simple trouble…he was heading for a crowd of people at more than 300 kilometres per hour with near to no space to use the breaks…curse this day…

Son of a…out of the way you fleabags!

Red yelled at the top of his lungs towards the people in his way as he basically pressed the breaks with all his might, trying to stop his Bolt and maneuver it so he wouldn’t end up running anyone over. And as expected he ended up with his face on the ground basically scratching all over the ground while the Gear was above him. Red basically cursed, in every language known to man, elf and Rabbit as he digged his fingers into the ground, leaving deep marks on it as finally he somehow ended up stopping before running over Mr. Shunzu. And he remained there for a few moments, as the C-Gear shifted into a board form and Red slowly got up from the ground

Stupid…ground…

Amazingly enough Red was actually intact, not even fur lost as he just survived what would have made him lose a hand and maybe break all his bones. Granted that right now his fur was a mess, everything hurt and he used some of his aura in the inside of his body to make sure everything remained on place…but still, if anyone had doubts about a Rabbit resistance right now they were silenced. Not to say the same about Red, whose blush was not so well hidden as he noticed the embarrassing entrance he made and the few eyes set on him

What?…never saw anyone having an accident?

Hostile as ever the bunny just began dusting himself off as he fixed his crimson colored vest and began to work on his pure white fur that not seemed to stand up in all angles. Hard to imagine that something as soft as him could actually be in such a bad mood and ready enough to punch someone into another galaxy if they brought up this incident on the way to Hellgate. Seriously thought, in what other way could thing be wrost than this? He believed he embarrassed himself in front of a crowd not to mention the fact that maybe he damaged his C-Gear in the process

At least it can’t get worse than this…

 

Fu:

 

Ship Entrance

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” Just put in your vote in the ship’s voting room , and the beer and chips are currently on the deck at this moment . We want to have the best things out in the open for others. And thank you for the compliment , it is quite appreciated ~ ”

– Being around a person like Shuzen was sure to have felt quite different then other people due to the fame he had . It wasn’t like he was the King or Queen but it was similar to meeting someone you’d rarely meet and it was altogether a special experience in it’s own right. His smile was big and his eyes slanted as he made a slightly appeased face to the responses he was given. He spoke to Grant and Kasumi simultaneously as they had approached as expected , he wouldn’t ignore the people entering the boat . Not long after they moved onto the ship a Bunny-humanoid being had appeared before him and the Blue Haired male stared curiously at him as he moved extremely fast. This person was peculiar in varying ways , but it was clear why he was here . He was heading to Hellgate too and Shuzen wouldn’t deny him passage , he was more then welcome to join the current people ready to embark. –

” Hello Sir, If you are heading to Hellgate you are more then welcome aboard this Ship , sponsored by Atlantis Co . Lodging is free as long as you vote for me ~”

 

 

 

 

 

 

Masked Desire – Fable of Swords.

The true depths to which Lady Dominique would go to defend what is hers was only now being known.  Behind the green eyes, and the beautiful smile, lay the beating heart of a true demon.  Only thing was….she was human.  This night would now bring the players to her game table.  Nobles that wished to partake in sins of the flesh.  A gathering of her faithful – masked from the light.

The Slave Market and Spa

Co-written with Moo and Chor.

Moo:


Ava smirked as her stirring slowed gradually to a stop. Dominique’s grin was enough to give her an answer; she would in fact have a special job to do this evening. The woman lifted her drink and took a long sip as she listened to the ginger talk. With a small and thoughtful mmm, Ava set it back down on the bar and licked her lips. “I would be glad to ease the weight from your shoulders,” she prompted. The explanation that followed wasn’t what she had expected completely. But knocking a man down a few pegs would always be payment enough for the woman. Not to mention the damage he had probably done was something to her property here in the slave market. He sounded like a pig…like someone she might enjoy toying with. “I’m listening…” Her elbow rested against the bar as she leaned forward to show her interest in the job. A small heh and she was grabbing the bag of coin, weighing it in her hand as she listened to the rest. Her eyes lifted to meet Dominique’s, a small and playful grin settling on her lips. “Of course. You have my word it will be done tonight.” At this point, the compensation meant less to her than the joy of seeing the scum grovel at her feet. “He’ll be left with nothing but his humiliation…” Strip the man of his pride along with everything else. What a refreshing…and appealing thought.

Razorbackwriter:  

The Slave Market and Spa

Oh how Dominique adored hearing words of acceptance to the idea of cheating this horrid wife beating scum out of everything. It was almost as delicious as eating a favorite fruit. The slave Mistress knew well of Ava’s views on the types of men that treated women no better than dogs. One thing that the shared was that while they did buy and sell people for the use of pleasurable entertainment, they did their best to ensure that they were treated as valuable commodities. No expense was spared to make sure they were healthy and kept clean with decent quarters. Dominique ran one of the most exclusive spas in the city, and there was high expectations in just what her clients paid for. The niece of the King liked to think of her establishment as a pleasure dome – a place where all your cares were swept away and you were made to feel like royalty and treated to such glorious attentions. From bathing, massages and of course naughty nocturnal activities. Her events were more like theatrical styled plays where the customers became seduced into the luxurious settings and entertained by all manner of troupes and luscious ladies that tended to your every need and desire.

With Ava accepting the offered coins to be the wagers played in the game of chance, the woman would not have to spend a coin of her own money. The rewards however….oh the personal gratification would be worth its weight in gold and a memory to hold for a lifetime.

“Very good. Very good.” Rising from her chair, Dominique felt the sheer fabric of a fine shawl being draped over her shoulders by her ever attentive Tim. “I would like a full blow…by blow account when this is done, my dear.” Dominique batted her eyelashes as she flashed a wicked smile. “I so look forward to our next meeting.” That said, Dominique moved from the table, Tim only stopping to bow graciously before Ava, as a servant brought up payment for the slaves which she had delivered prior to the Ladies having a little drink.

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“With our Mistresses esteemed compliments.” There was more than enough that covered payment for the slaves of that day.

~RB~

Moo: Ava smiled as she watched Dominique rise from her chair. “I’ll be sure to save all the juicy details for you,” she returned easily. The woman was more than content to share the wicked humility she would put that gentleman through, especially with the likes of Dominique. The redhead stated the very thoughts passing through Ava’s mind, leaving her to nod subtly. “As do I,” she agreed before she stood. The redhead would be leaving the table to attend to her usual duties, it seemed. Not a problem for Ava, as she could leave the spa and continue on with her evening before her special date later tonight. She looked to Tim, who was already bowing. She gave him a nod of respect before turning her attention to the nearing servant, taking payment for the slaves she brought in today. More than enough, actually. “Thank you, darling.” Ava reached into the pouch, taking out a coin to look at before stuffing it back in. “I’ll see myself out.” With a broad smile, she began walking away, and out the door back to her carriage. Tonight was about to be one of the most entertaining yet…

Razorbackwriter:  

The Slave market and Spa

Watching Ava take her leave through the grand gates, she would have seen the arriving procession of carriages all of which had black curtains to shield the nobles faces from the gazes of those on the streets. Each one that stopped had a masked man or woman exit. Each wore masks upon their faces to conceal their identities. The affair of Lady Dominique was strictly invite only, and she made sure that discretion was of the utmost importance. All the workers scattered from within the courtyard as the sound of strange music and drums could be heard, to herald the arrival of the esteemed guests.

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At the gate, two guards, whose faces were also covered, to only show their eyes took the parchment scrolls from each guest – checking them for authenticity. Scanning the scripture and the seal of De shea. Once accepted, they were handed back. A gloved hand gestured for the guests to enter the gates, one at a time. Silence befell them as on the balcony Dominique disappeared within the doors to her private chambers. There, she had four servants, all wearing masks on their faces. Dominique moved to the center of the room, and she extended her arms as her clothing was all carefully removed. it was almost like a ritual of sorts. The only male present was Tim – who stood well back as he too was being changed into the robes of the De Shea. He watched on, as Dominique was washed down, from head to foot with various sponges and cloths. Oils were rubbed into her skin, and hair plucked from places to show she was clean shaven. Perfect. Her ginger curls were brushed out till they shone – flowing down her back till it reached the very base of her back. Just resting on the rise of her rounded backside. A golden mask was fitted to her face, to shield her from the gaze of those males that may guess to who lay behind it. It was all part of the game. Finally, when dried off, she was dressed. A stunning black robe that pooled onto the floor at her feet. Each foot was lifted with care, and golden threaded sandals were fitted carefully by a servant that knelled on the ground before their Mistress. The air in her chamber was rich with burning incense, that wafted about those in the room. Almost intoxicating and added to the magic as the doors were finally opened to allow the Mistress to join with the honored guests at her night affair.

The party to end them all.

Walking with purpose, Dominique headed out and down the right passage, going down the stairs slowly to see the torch bearers ready to illuminate the path as she passed each with her head held high. Like some grand priestess, this was how the night was to be played out.

Already in the main audience chamber, those that had arrived early were already feasting upon the flesh of the masked – yet naked slaves. Men and women alike. The cries and moans of pleasure melded with the music, and as Dominique walked amongest it all, she felt her own heart start to beat faster. Sin…debauchery. This was the devil’s playground and it all belonged to her.

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If only….if only she could dance with Him upon her silk sheets, and let him drink of her sweet nectar…one last time.

The chosen male that she had picked from the line up was already waiting. He had been stroking himself into readiness as the Mistress made a bee line for him. In behind, Tim watched on. He wore his mask and he did not partake in the festivities, but no doubt his dreams would be filled with the decadent images of what he was to see. The pounding of drums continued on….the lone singer sang in an Indian chant and it was to this rhythm that the orgy got into full swing.

~RB~

Chor:  The Lady De shea’s orgies were such quiet – well, that may not be the right term- and personal affairs. There was a list and if you weren’t printed on the beautiful cut parchment then you might as well be street-scum for this coveted occasion. It wasn’t exceptionally often that the Lady had such parties, but when she did it was a special, special place at the market. Much to her surprise, she was asked to- instead of dealing with the rest of the slaves as she normally would- assist in the bathing and dressing of the Lady. This was an honour she could not pass down. The man who informed her, though not to her face and very much behind her back to another giggling housemaiden, that she ought to keep her robes on. Ashamed, she confined herself to the bathhouse until called upon to the Mistress’ quarters to ready her for the grand orgy that was to occur in a short time. As Mala went about washing the Lady’s thin form, she could only think of how beautiful the woman was. The clear, flawless skin and the untouched and perfect bone structure. What Mala really found herself jealous of was the Lady’s hair. Long and soft, curling as she held it and ran a brush through it. Eventually, the time came for the event to begin.

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Mala was dressed in her own black robe and mask. She steered particularly clear of most of the commotion and kept to the shadows, watching the event from the sidelines. She was secretly relieved she didn’t have to participate. This kind of thing wasn’t really part of her niche, but if told to she would oblige. At this moment, though, her participation would be an embarrassment and dampen on the whole party.

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The Slave Markets and Spa

If you have ever seen the frantic pace in which a beehive lives and breathes, you could say that it was something to be compared to what was taking place before Mala’s eyes. So many moving around in ritualistic movements that were done not so much by thought but by instinct. At the center of it all was the Hive’s Queen, or rather Lady Dominique. Having her robe removed by two muscular slaves with masks on and nothing else, she straddled her chosen lover for the night and rode him as though he was a prized stallion. There was no love, no emotion – just a raw display of the power that this woman had. In fact, many stopped midway through their own ministrations to take in the event unfolding. The loud grunts from her chosen and the sweat riddled face that was shielded behind the mask – stared up at his Mistress as though he was enthralled by her, as most were. But if only they knew what was going on in Dominique’s own mind. She was a million miles away with the lover of her dreams. The King. Well before his sickness, when he was the proud and powerful monarch of the lands.

It was the King who had her love, captured as though a butterfly within a jar. There was simply no escape, and there was no air in which to breathe. It would eventually suffocate and die from the starvation of the life giving air, or in this case love.

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As the robed guests milled around, and either partook, or simply enjoyed the voyeuristic pleasures to come from watching Dominique and the others – Tim moved in beside Mala. he was aware of who she was by the markings on the mask. It was his way of keeping track of just who was who and who was WITH who. Call it cataloging, or more like a type of branding that didn’t mark the skin at all. His masked face turned towards Mala, who would have been completely unaware of the Mistress’s deal with Ava. He was of course sworn to the secrecy of the Lady’s plans, but he did have one thing to whisper to the slave.

“We all get our pleasures in different ways.” His dark brown eyes would look back to his Mistress, who had amazing stamina. “But in the end….we all want the same thing…” Tim’s voice changed in this light hush so as not to be overheard. What did he mean, you think? It was a question that Mala may well ponder.

~RB~

Chor:  Mala watched display as everyone did, but for her it was but a background show. The woman was delving deep into her mind, the scene before her reminding her of the painful hours of her late night and early morning. With each moan was a flinch as her vision clouded. These were not tears, but the painful reminders of her lack thereof. Friendly dwellers to blur her sight. As Tim appeared beside her once more…the second time this day, she peered to him. Looking more through him than at him. He spoke and she listened, feeling and tasting the words on her lips as he said them. She looked from him to their mistress then, who was still going at it.

“I suppose you are right,” Mala whispered to him, clasping her hands before her and resting them against her torso. What did Mala’ikan really want? Freedom? She knew this unattainable. Love? She knew this to be a lie. Happiness? Ha, she laughed in the face of happiness. She wished often for a life worth living, but there has never been anything she truly wanted save for death…on so many occasions, death.

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The Slave market and Spa

Tim stood beside Mala and did not react to Mala’s whispered words. In a way he was hypnotized by watching his Mistress in her sexual movements with the chosen slave. The Mistress was not one to go from one to the next, like you might expect. When she had done with him, she’d retire to an area that was screened off, but still with viewing portals and able to hear all that was going on. This was as much to watch the masked nobles. Little did the nobles understand when they were sent their masks by special delivery that Dominique had picked them personally. Mentally, she was able to work out exactly who was who and what they favored, or rather what their kinks were. It enabled her to provide, not only a better service to them in the coming months, but in some ways it was leverage. A true Queen of her web of sin, she was slowly but surely wrapping each up using their own hedonistic pleasures in which to trap them. Oh yes, she promised discretion and anonymity to those that partook in these events, but at the end of the day, they were all pawns on her chess board that would eventually come to realize that there was no escape.

A true demon in every word, except she was the daughter of Eve.

Having finished with her chosen slave, she caressed his masked cheek, before sliding off his lap and then having her robe placed back around her by two of her servants. The wickedness was to continue until the wee hours, or until the last man finished, but it did not need her to be there the entire time. Dominique was above all others and would move to her special viewing area, where she would be cleaned of the sweat and sexual juices, before getting comfortable on a cushioned lounge and provided with wine and fruit.

Her mask could now be removed, as she was no longer in plain sight and this was when Tim was given the signal to Tim to bring Mala down to this special area.

“Come.” He asked simply, gesturing with Mala to follow, till they reached the veiled off area.

Once inside, Mala would be able to see Dominique lying back, wearing nothing but necklaces and a few anklets.

“Ah…Mala, do come in.”

Tim would nod for the woman to do as instructed, but he would then remove his mask. An indication that Mala should do the same.

“Mala, I do not wish for you to leave this eve. I have arranged a special room to accommodate you.”

If Mala had any reservations as to what her husband may say of this, she was about to find out in very harsh terms.

~RB~

Chor:  As the mistress finished, there was a hush before the masses once again started up their own rituals. Noises of passion filled Mala’s ears and despite her attempts to flush them out, they became a music. Often she was assigned a place with those charged with musical accompaniment for the night, but it seemed there was a separate purpose for her at this evening affair. Tim gestured towards the place where their mistress went to rest and she obliged, following obediently. Years and years ago, this willingness to do just as she was told would have sickened her. The learned response now is just agreement. To fight is to lose and to lose it to die.

“My lady,” Mala spoke, bowing to her mistress until given the permission to stand and look upon her. Her sight was breathtaking, as always, and her activities brought a glow about the mistress’ form that Mala could only dream of. Mala drew her robes closer in disgust at herself. She reluctantly removed her mask, but it did nothing if the woman already knew of her identity underneath. What came out of the mistress’ dark and luscious lips was a complete surprise. It also brought great anxiety. My stars, that man will kill me yet… A nod bobbed her head; she could not refuse. In her eyes, though, there was evident fear and confusion.

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The Slave market and Spa

Dominique was very attuned to reading a person’s body language, and when she saw the way that Mala drew her cloak around herself, matched with that facial expression it brought about a quiet sigh from the Mistress. She knew….oh yes she knew what this meant. It actually annoyed her somewhat, but it also confirmed much of what she was already thinking. Those dark eyes showed the very pits of the poor girl’s soul. What terrible things had the man that was known as simply her husband done to her within the confines of their marital home? The Slave Mistress could only imagine. Dominique’s eyes darted towards Tim, who was present as always.

“Leave us a moment.” Her voice directed to her assistant, who graciously bowed and made his way out of the secluded area. Tossing aside a cushion, Dominique pushed herself up off the lush spread of satin pillows, and without a seeming care in the world about her state of undress, she moved with the grace of a panther towards the girl, and reached for the tie that held the robe she wore in place. The Slave Mistress was careful in her movements, her eyes not leaving that of Malas’s as she un-threaded the robe to let it simply fall from the girl’s shoulders. Dominique did not show an expression of lust, nor want as she let her eyes take in that of Mala’s naked form. Instead, she started to walk around her, inspecting her body and making up her own mind about what she could see, and what she couldn’t. Some marks were very hard to hide, but not only that, the girl’s reaction to the simplest touch would speak volumes.

Coming in behind her, Dominique tilted her head slightly, as she drew the tip of her finger along one of the lash marks that were on the girl’s back. It was not done to hurt the girl, but to make her understand full well, that the Mistress was no fool. She knew what that beast of a man had done.

“Why hurt something so beautiful?” Her words were like whispers within the back ground of the sounds of pleasure that were happening just beyond the screen. Dominique appreciated the beauty of Mala’s all too gaunt form. If the Slave Mistress had her way, she would plump the girl up a little. Dominique stepped up so now her naked body could just be felt upon the girl’s back. The Slave Mistress then swept the girl’s hair back softly, before bending in to kiss the back of the girl’s neck. Her hot breath sure to send a wild sensation throughout the shivering girl’s form. “You should be worshiped for the Goddess that you are.” An almost lusty tone now entered these words, as Dominique brought her hands around and placed one hand upon the girl’s stomach, the other gently resting upon her breast.

“I won’t let him harm you ever again. I promise.” A hushed yet husky whisper melded with the gentleness of her wandering hands, proved weight to that statement. “You shall remain here….and I shall teach you what it is to be loved.”Her nose moved along the tip of Mala’s ear, before she slowly released the girl and went back to her nest of satin pillows. Settling back in, she clapped for Tim to return back into the room. He was quick to cover the girl once again with the same robe that had fallen to the floor.

“Take her to the Ambrosia suite.” The Ambrosia suite was one for the richest of nobles, but for tonight, it would be Mala’s room. Without another word, Dominique went back to peering through the viewing portals at her writhing guests.

~RB~

 

 

 

 

 

Beware the Devil Woman.

Continuing on from “Dream Lover”, Nick has found the woman of his dreams.  But just as he thinks he is close…he couldn’t be more further away.

Co-written with SA.

 

SA:  Her fingertips kept moving along his chest gently, caressing his muscles under their feather-like touch, colder than ice, bringing both hands to his chest to only slowly lift them upwards, to his shoulders – Feeling each inch of his body, in her attempt to relax him while asking her question, to which she only got a non verbal response. A gasp escaped her at the rough tug, feeling his hands gripping her ass cheeks only to push her form so bluntly against his, until their bodies impacted together hard, with an audible noise between them. Chest pressed onto his bare torso, her hands clenching into tiny fists only to then loop them securely around his neck and shoulders, one moving even more upwards to clasp some of his raven strands between her long, slender digits. The kiss – That damned kiss of hers, scolding hot in comparison with the coldness of her body, those lips, scarlet and full, plump and sensually shaped now being genuinely molded with his, once more, only to let him know that the night they spent last night was no dream at all. To break apart from such a kiss seemed like an impossible task and yet she managed to, merely an inch away from his lips as they still brushed together ever so slightly as she mused out. “Why did you search for me…?” Sophia was genuinely surprise that he did. It was something new, something she never really experienced before – To be ~chased~. Usually, she would be the Predator chasing her Prey, the Crow chasing her Butterfly. Had the roles switched? Had she become the Butterfly?

 

RB: – The answer lay within her heated kiss.  Right there, he felt that same passion that had been ignited only in what he thought was a dream.  But this was no dream.  The room was not of her making, and there were no illusions.  She…was very real.  Feeling her hands weave their way around his neck to help secure her to him, he was reminded of how well their bodies molded together.  Almost like they were fused into one being – just for the shortest of time.  And so the moth entered the flame, and the rage that had been built over the last half hour started to ebb away, like the waves withdrawing from the sandy shore.  Only when she broke the kiss, and their lips were just touching; did Nick close his eyes and find an inner peace.  He still maintained his grip upon her.  One hand clutching her ass, the other now strumming the back of her neck – a favorite place where he loved to touch her.  Her whispered words begged the question…~Why search for me?~  The answer was so very simple.  That word that they shared, the same one they said to each other when they had fed on each other’s beings, kept playing over and over and over in his head.  It was the reason he left the kingdom behind.  It was the reason he was standing here holding her now.  Nick’s eyes slowly opened as he continued to nuzzle her with his nose and lips.  “You’re mine…”  –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  That was a surprise, even for her, even for the Crow – To hear those so very possessive words muttered out by him even made her freeze in place, incapable of any other movement as she simply stood in front of him, her lips parted slightly as if wanting to speak, though there was no sound to come out, only a short lived inhalation of surprise. Her arms came back down from their coiled state around his neck only to rest at her sides, before her whole body turned around, as she’d eventually escape his grip. “Yours…?” She repeated, as another question rested on the tip of her tongue while pivoting on heels to turn around and walk over to the window. Her arms did something he hadn’t seen her doing so far – They hooked around her own form, embracing herself tightly while her head canted downwards, seemingly staring outside to the snow-topped mountains. There was silence – No light but the moonlight, creating a dim glow which contoured her perfect silhouette, back turned to face him while she faced the outdoors.

 

RB: –  It was not the reaction he was expecting.  He was so sure that when they had been together that she said that same word.  That he was hers.  Nick believed whole heartedly that she was now his.  To feel her almost recoil was like a sharp slap on the face.  At first he didn’t know how to take it.  Watching her as she held herself within her own embrace.  Walking away from him towards the bedsit window as though to contemplate the gravity of his words.  Nick turned so he was now side on, his head turned towards her silhouette that was bathed only in the moon’s rays.   “You changed me.  That night, I have relived over and over in my head.  Sophia, I know I was more than just a meal to you.”  Nick still bore a dark expression.  His emotions now all over the place.  The vampire crossed the room to stand in behind her. As much as he wanted to touch her again, he refrained, as he made his point known.  “I am yours as much as you are mine.”  She was so deeply bound inside him that being this close to her was the closest he ever felt to being whole.  –

 

 

SA:  There were many who fell in love with the Wraith – Many who became entranced with her, after the first encounter – many more who promised her all the world’s jewels or the world itself, only to forget everything the moment the illusion shattered around them, the moment they were free from her embrace. Nobody actually took the effort to chase her down, nobody took the effort to try and relieve the night she gave them – but him. Why did he? Sophia had no answers to her question, even though he spoke the truth, the Wraith was incapable of understanding the meaning which lied behind those words. “This isn’t supposed to happen…” She wasn’t even able to grasp the sentence fully, when a wave of pain shocked through her body, from the inside out, making her yelp out suddenly. It was so odd to see a woman like her in actual pain, such agony that it made her lose balance and fall to one knee, one hand gripping at the middle of her chest while the other gripped the edge of the window, for support. Something went wrong – Like a short-circuit in her functioning system, for she was, indeed, more of a machine than a real woman.

 

RB: – How could she say that it wasn’t supposed to happen?  Surely she knew, since she herself said that the cards never lied.  He never lied.  From the moment that he sat down at that table and accepted her game.  Nick had to have done something that no other man had done before.  Was this so shocking?  The vampire brought nothing with him, but the clothes on his back and the card.  The card of strength, that she herself had given him.  He was not offering her gifts of untold wealth, castles in the sky.  He offered her the one thing he had power over.  Himself.  The will to find her and know the truth had been all encompassing.  “Before I met you, I was only hungry for blood of the living.  Then you…”  his voice trailed off as he watched her suddenly grip her chest and fall to one knee. In an instant he sped to her side, and caught her up in his powerful arms as thought he thought she was going to faint.  Nick held her close to him as he walked her to the bed in the centre of the room, and laid her down upon it – his face etched with concern.  Did he cause this?  The beast in him could be cruel, and deadly in one moment, and then tender and caring the next.  He reached up to brush her hair back from the black blindfold that covered her dazzling eyes.  The ones that stared at him unblinking in his dreams. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  That was when it all came down to the very moment of her collapsing into his arms, her body now resembling something that could even be categorized as frail, fragile. A fragile China doll, about to shatter in pieces, shaking and shivering in the male’s arms as arms came to loop around his neck in a sudden instinct to hold onto something, anything, those limbs shivering slightly against his flesh. He could feel her, looking at him even beneath that black mask which hid azure hues, he could feel her burning gaze on him, chilling him to the bone – She was pleading. “Don’t go… Please…” It was such an odd sight to see a woman who seemed so strong all throughout their little game since the Reading and until this very moment to appear so frail now, pleading for his company. When she was settled against the mattress, there was an audible sigh which escaped her, a pained sound as she curled up into a ball on her side, until nothing else was to be heard. To recognize whether or not she was asleep or even actually dead was a complex task, given her lack of breath, the way her chest remained still, immobile and without any respiratory function, making her appear fully dead now, that there was no sound coming from her. At all. Intuition was key in order to determine the fact that she was actually asleep, falling into a blackout state of exhaustion as only the digits of one alabaster pale limb moved in the air slightly, as she slept.

 

 

RB:  It was hard to describe the feeling, when this bewitching woman whose power was so great that it had harnessed him – was now begging him not to leave her.  Didn’t she just walk away from him when he said that she was his?  Sending out such messages that it was confusing.  Pushing away, then pulling him back.  What could he do but stand over her as she let fatigue wash over her.  Nick stood there, his lips drawn into a thin line.  The woman looked so frail, so delicate in this state.  Silver eyes swept over her form, and watched as her chest failed to move.  Acting almost as though she was a corpse – devoid of life.  Nick’s head tilted slightly before he let out an exasperated sigh, bringing his hand up to sweep back his wayward locks from his eyes.  He had travelled so far, and finally caught up with her – but so many things were unsaid between them.  So many things he wanted to say, to express.  Now she was out to the count.  Locked within her own being, be it from lethargy or something else.  Surprising since she had just fed.  The change in her was clear when she walked in the door.  Had something he said triggered this reaction?  He kept asking himself, why?  Sophia wanted this…she had to.  The wraith told him that he was hers.  He was only telling her that he felt the same way, yet it was wrong. Spinning on the ball of his right heel, he wandered over to the window and leaned to touch his forehead to the chilled glass.  His nails scratched downward creating an awful sound, that mimicked how he felt inside.  Being ripped apart by this bevy of emotions.  He’d left everything behind for her….was it for nothing? –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  To see a Wraith asleep was such an odd sight to see. There was an odd feeling of peace to her, to the way Sophia slept, when she barely got sleep at all, usually – To her, sleep was not something she truly needed except from moments of full exhaustion, which now made her appear so… alive. Curled up in a ball in a fetal position, like a small child trying to fall asleep, she looked so peaceful – unbothered by anything in the world, when, in her mind, she was going through Hell. Sleep. Most welcome it as a completely natural state of being, a state of being in which mind creates temporary relaxation upon body and ones guard drops, leaving themselves open for a sudden attack – Most of the times, there was no attack – But a perpetual feeling of apparent peace dominating upon body and mind and spirit, in between, like a constant balance between them both. In sleep, people allow their minds to take control, control which installs such things the vast majority categorizes as dreams and yet, dreams were more than just simple, fickle imagery of one’s mind – Oh, no. Dreams were much, much more that just that. Nightmares, now, nightmares were something far different, a very different stage of dreaming – One, foolish enough to do so, would believe that nightmares were nothing but another form of dreams, just a state created by one’s own mind and yet, there was something else to it, in addition. Such an odd visage. Snap. It was an audible snap as if bones cracked, followed by a loud, agonizing scream that could be heard through the entire rundown tavern. A scream which made everything FREEZE, just for a second. The scream of a frightened woman, waking up from a nightmare. Or so, it seemed. Azure eyes burned brightly, deeply as she looked around her surroundings only to recognize the visage of her own room in the castle, recognizing the Tavern she was in. One hand moved up instantly to her black mask, making sure it was perfectly placed over her eyes, hiding them from view of others. Paranoia, going haywire as she shook from each inch of skin.

 

RB:  Those two hours that Sophia slept, the vampire hardly moved from his place by the window.  As though the moon’s view might in some way bring him solace for the way he was feeling.  Every now and again, he turned his head back to the sleeping woman, but she made no sound, nor moved at all.  He made a silent promise that he would not leave her, and he didn’t.  Though when she awoke it was going to be hard to know what to do, or even what to say.  Though she still had this bizarre hold over him, he was starting to feel as though it was something that she did to all men.  Enslaving them in this sinister way.  Her blood pumping through his veins – so vital and addictive.  It was like she had harnessed his very core.  As he continued to stand at the window pane, there came a God awful cracking sound, like the splintering of bone.  It was sharp enough to make Nick snap his head around, since the noise was coming from the bed.  What came next was a blood curdling scream, that was so loud in pitch, that it tore right throughout the entire building.  Anyone with sensitive hearing would need to cover their ears to save themselves from damage.  Nick’s image instantly shifted across the room, like a blur as the very sheer veils around the bed were whipped up and then floated back down as he reached her side.  He wasn’t hovering over her, but he was damn close to it.  Watching as she pushed her hand up to the black bandanna that shielded her azure coloured eyes.  You could see the terror in her facial expression, the sheer agony of whatever it was that had brought about this shocking display.  Nick reached out and with the full size of his hand, placed it over her own to assure her that the bandanna never moved out of place.  “You’re safe.” Nick uttered, keeping his hand over hers. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  To an extent, she did this to all men, and not only men – It was her way of feeding, the Reading she performed being her way of actually choosing her victims, choosing the manifestation of Sin that she’d feed on. On many, she fed on Greed, Envy or Wrath, being the most common which she encountered towards her, and yet there were the very few she actually was impressed with, to choose Lust. To spend the night with them in a perpetual illusory state of mind, to offer them a night to never forget only to fill her own hunger. There were even fewer which managed to go past that level, their number barely managing to be counted on one hand. Nick was one of them – Impressing her throughout the Reading and to their oh so intimate private meeting to only break all the boundaries of true surprise when he followed her here. It was a shock, such a great shock that it massed up the natural balance of how things usually functioned, the system which she guided her action along with, the Woman who functioned so much like a Machine that it even needed to reboot. It was the only time he’d hear and see her breathing, her chest heaving sporadically and insanely strong with short lived gasps, breaths of air in such despair and agony that she’d almost lose it, soon enough. When she felt the hand onto her own, Sophia craned her head slightly to the side, looking at him beneath the mask to make grasp of his visage, close to her after such a nightmare. Instantly, she rushed into him, her body jumping upwards to bump against his, roughly pressing together, her head burying into his chest. Still shaking, still shivering – Still in such a fragile state.

 

RB:  Nick could feel the turn of her head.  See how it craned ever slightly towards him.  He knew she could see through the bandanna in a way that no one else could.  She could see straight through him.  His facial expression remained unchanged.  Deep concern shown through his black eyes as they narrowed.  To come from an almost breathless coma to this quivering and shaking being that was in a state of panic was alarming.  Nick had acted in a way to protect her in a sense.  Hope that she would not feel so naked without her black eye coverage.  What was surprising however was that she rushed at him – leaping from the bed in such a way that it nearly knocked him off his feet.  Nick staggered about with her now pressed hard against him.  Shaking and shivering as though feeling the death of cold.  But he knew it was fright.  The woman had always been cold to touch.  The vampire’s natural reaction was to envelope her in his arms –bringing her in to the safety of his hold.  Her head was nestled tight to his chest, and his hand instinctively moved to the back of her head, slowly brushing his fingers down over her hair.  Sophia seemed to be so much smaller like this.  Delicate…fragile like a wild flower.  The protective side of the vampire came to the fore, and he released a low grumble like murmur that was a way to try and bring her some comfort.  Nick brought his chin down so it just touched the top of her head, and he closed his eyes, swaying her gently.  Hard to believe he had murdered an entire inn full of men just hours before, and yet was being so gentle with her now.-

 ~RB~

 

SA:  There was genuine fright in her actions, the way her body shivered, the way her flesh trembled against his. Genuine fright in her voice as it started breaking off even before she started to speak. Her hands came to his chest, clenching into small fists and gripping onto pieces of his shirt. “I feel.. so much pain…” Pause. She tried to gulp out gently, pushing down the node stuck along the column of her throat as she continued. “…he hurt me… I don’t remember.. I just feel the pain…” One of her hands slowly moved around to her front, gripping her own shirt in the middle of her chest, where the scar was – That small, vertical scar which was such a clean cut that it looked like an operation slice more than a brutal stab. She remained in his embrace, still shivering lightly yet beginning to slowly calm down after awhile, shivering much like a caged bird in the middle of winter.

 

RB:  Bewilderment soon changed to anger, when Nick heard that someone had hurt her.  A darkness not seen before started to appear in his eyes, and though he would never think to harm her, his grip around her became more intense.  Fingers almost twitching as he tried to absorb what she was saying.  Then she pulled on his shirt, her small hands closing into fists – her voice was shaking, stammering as though the words were too difficult to say.  “Who hurt you?”  His only words were a question that she may not even be able to answer.  Sophia then showed the mark that he had seen before on her chest that lay between her breasts.  So, she had been impaled by an object, possibly a sword of some description.  The swelling of anger was building deep inside him and it was hard to make it stop, till he felt her drawing back into him – continuing to shiver like a frightened bird.  Nick brought his hand around to place his fingers under her chin, in the effort to make her reveal her face to him.  She would be able to feel the sharp rise and fall of his chest, as he swore then and there that he would protect her from all men – regardless of who they were.  “No man will ever lay a hand on you again…so I swear.  They do…they die.”  He meant every word of it. –

 ~RB~

 

SA:  She didn’t answer. To Sophia, it was more than a choice not to answer the man’s question in regards to ‘who’ actually caused the wound at the middle of her chest, but an incapability of knowledge, a lack of it – She didn’t answer because she didn’t have an actual answer for it, the memory of what actually happened years, centuries ago being a faded vision through her mind, one that she could not grasp yet but in small snips which transferred themselves in the shape of nightmares. Her body, so close pressed against him as if desiring his protection and warmth where there was now, her voice breaking off with each syllable and those trembling gasps she let out between her scarlet lips made her all the more fragile to him, a side of her which she hardly put on display for many – Slowly, without even noticing it, Sophia was opening up to him, letting Nick in on a territory he would never step onto again – The territory of the truth, behind this abnormal woman, letting him stand right in front of that scattered puzzle, as if inviting him to try and place the pieces together. A task nobody ever accomplished, so far. There was a sob, the moment his hand went up to place under her chin, a small sniffled breath followed by two solitary tears, rolling along her cheeks, from those masked orbs under the black bandana. How odd to see that her tears were perfectly normal, compared to how abnormal she was – Just two droplets of saltwater trailing down until they reached and caressed the man’s fingertips as they rolled off her chin in its angled position held by him. His words echoed through her mind as she slowly began to make full sense of her surroundings, the last images of her nightmare fading away, seeing him much clearer now. “Nick…” She murmured out, mostly to be certain herself that it was him, standing in front of her, holding her now. The only word she would have been able to whisper now.

 

RB:  The vampire towered over the diminutive wraith, his head bowed as he swore his undying oath to protect her from harm.  The most bizarre thing then occurred.  A great set of wings tore through his back and he had to suppress a roar of pain, though this was a natural part of his being.  Large leathery wings flapped out proudly, nearly touching the roof and the floor, before they started to enclose around them both.  It was his way of showing his true self – the real beast behind the man she knew.  His hot breath could be felt as he let his head lower and he began to kiss away the tears that were falling from her cheeks.  He was a such a contradiction.  This beast was being so protective of her, a clear sign that he was of a greater power than he truly let on before.  When Sophia whispered his name, he took this as acceptance of his oath.  He brought his forehead to touch hers once more, his arms tightening around her form as he brought her hard up against his bare torso.  His scent would be heady to her, if she remembered it from their last encounter.  Nick’s sharpened nails drew along her back, but not so much to scratch her – he’d never want to hurt her, especially now.  That word that he had said before and again was repeated.  “Mine.” 

 ~RB~

 

SA:  The wings were a nice added touch. It brought a surprise from her as her eyes roamed over the extra appendages, letting one arm extend out, brushing those soft fingertips of alabaster digits along its edges, feeling the feathers out ever so carefully. When they looped around the both of them so protectively, it only forced her body to press closer to his, her arms soon coming to wrap around his neck, in a possessive hold which only matched his. That word was muttered out, soon after, bringing a small murr out of her, a rumbled purring noise as her head moved in, only to allow their lips to press against each other. A deep, yet gentle kiss, lip on lip contact, mumbling into it gently. “Mine.”

 

RB:  There it was.  The word he had been waiting for, the one that he had heard her say in his mind over and over like it was a dream.  He knew now it was so very real.  She was his.  The kiss only sealed it .  Those soft lips that he had come to think of;  and cherish were now his once more.  “Sophia..” the word whispered as he broke the kiss, to look at her face one more time, before practically lifting her off her feet.  Nick started to kiss her again, only this time it was fueled by pride, and passion.  There was a rumbling sound from the pit of his stomach as it swelled up through him till reaching his throat.  Animal like and fierce.  The dominant nature now on display.  He was marking his territory by the way that he kissed her, so that she may never forget what had transpired between them.  No matter where she went, no matter what she did, Nick would be ever present.  She was his….and she knew full well by now, that he was hers.-

 ~RB~

 

The Captain and Xzilia.

A new fantasy story that is a collaborative with dreamcircle125 of wordpress.  

RB:   The roar of the motorcycle powering down the city lane was heard from quite a distance away.  Punters for the local club were lined up for a night of dancing and drink.  It was Saturday night – not to mention a full moon was out.  The city streets shrouded in a light mist as fog rolled in from the wharves.  The blazing headlight of the motorcycle grew larger, illuminating the shivering club goers.  The tempretures of late had been just above freezing, as the continued snow fall had blanketed the city.  
The harley pulled up just at the curb, in between two cars and the rider backed it in to park on an angle, the engine giving a last growl before he shut the engine off.  The rider slowly removed his helmet, to reveal a shock of black and silver hair, that fell down to cover his eyes from view.  Slowly, he peeled off his gloves and placed them both within the helmet, and then hooked the helmet upon the back of the bike.  
Seeing the crowd moving to get inside, the rider made a mental count of the numbers.  It was clear for anyone to see, that the place was going to be packed. Kicking the foot stand, the rider swung his leg off the bike.  The bitter cold air pinched at his cheeks, and he buried his hands into his pockets, as he ventured towards the club entrance.  The coloured neon lights flashed, offering a shade of red to illuminate the rider’s face as he stood before the bouncers.  The man was known to them, and both stepped aside, to allow him entry.  This was one of his prime hunting grounds, and he was here to feed.
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DC:   The low purrs of blazing hot engine rumbled in as eyes watched the newcomer enter into the crowd of people and bikes. The beings own bike rested between two cars and at the sight of him peeked the curiosity of a youthful killer. Her head cocked to the side with a smile as she stepped from the alley way and towards the throng of people. However, this was a club and entry was harder than stalking and hunting. Bulky bouncers blocked her way just ahead and, slipping through a patch of shadows, she peeled away her casual outfit and emerged completely different. 
Long pale legs strode towards the two men, the click clack of velvet heels echoing on the walkway. Dresses where over rated for her style, she preferred short black shorts showing half her ass and a blood red thong peeking out from the top. A white tee, lettered with unknown texts, covers her C-cup breasts smoothly. As for a coat, she loved a black trench, always did her good when she needed to sleep elsewhere that wasn’t a bed.
Charming looks and an even more charming smile. She looked the part and it was time to act it. Arriving in front of the men her silken voice gave way to venomous words. “Hello. My you two men are quite the treasure for being just bouncers.”
~
 
RB:  The bouncers were from one of those south sea islands.  Dark tanned skin, broad shoulders…and thick necks.  Their eyes hidden behind dark shades as they stared down at the girl that was giving her all in trying to get in.  One even raised a shaped brow at her words, whilst the other let out a loud chuckle – which had his belly roll beneath his black silken shirt.  “Flattery huh?  You hear that Bubba, we be treasures.”  The other bouncer joined in with the banter and he too gave out a laugh that was louder than it needed to be.  “She must really want in, bro.”  The two men glanced at each other, while the crowd started to get restless in behind.  The girl had cut in the line.  Not seeing the harm in it, and due to the fact she was the kind of girl that had men constantly buying drinks, the bouncer on the right lifted the rope and waved the girl on through.
The first thing to see, once you passed through the doors, was the strobe lights that bounced off the walls, illuminating the darkness within.  The heavy pound and throbbing of the bass line was hypnotic, and the patrons were already hard at it on the dance floor.  The DJ was a favorite for a Saturday night, and many had come just to hear his tracks.  He was like a King, lording over his subjects.  Punching his fist out at the crowd in time to the beat.  High above, light sets rolled and rotated sending dazzling coloured beams in all directions.  Girls in white were illuminated by the black lights, which meant that in some ways their garments became almost see through.  
Down at the far end of the bar, the biker was leaning with his back to the timber bar top.  A toothpick was rotating out past his lips, as he surveyed the pulsating throng of bodies.  So many to choose from, it was a virtual meat market.  The rider hadn’t bought a drink.  He didn’t need to.  What he wanted wasn’t exactly on tap.
 
DC:   “What a bunch of sarcastic men.” She hissed when she walked passed the mass of meat. Inside was musky, hot blooded bodies with pulses louder than the music itself. She bit her lower lip as calm brow eyes turned shadowy black. Grey tipped black hair fell down her back as she let it down. The air grew heavier and she strutted to the bar, leaning on her elbows and popping her rump out a bit.
“Barkeep! Give me a 11am Shot!” A drink to get the night started, 11 alcohols in a small glass boiled her blood as she threw back the beverage. Now asking for a weaker drink she turned and eyed a few hot bodies across the masses. Out of most of them they were more sober, and she enjoyed something that fought back.
However she was soon reminded why she made her way into this club as she spotted the male down the bar. Eyes back to brown she sighed and sat down in a stool and watched him for a while. She kept it at simple glances and shy looks, but eventually she just started staring for better information.
~
 
RB:  Dark eyes scanned the night crowd as it moved in a pulsating rhythm with that of the music.  Already Louis was picking out potentials for the night’s events.  A crease of a smile forming as his head nodded in time to the beat.  He wore a black t’shirt and matching jeans with boots, so there was nothing about him that appeared to be overdone or made him stand out in the crowd.  His eyes however, oh they were something.  Practically black in colour, the white so sharp as they peered at the crowd beneath his eyelids.  He was about to push off the bar, when he felt the gaze of another now settled upon him.  Unusual as that was, he turned his head towards a girl that had been downing shots at the other end.  
Louis zeroed in on the girl.  Why?  Because he happened to notice the sudden change in the colour of her eyes.  Oh…..so he had competition.  No human could pull off a trick like that.  So instead of making his way to the dance floor as he had planned, Louis instead started to walk towards the girl.  Now, she had brown eyes, but he knew what he had seen.
Sidling up along side her, he stared straight ahead at the barkeep.
“Water.”  
His fingers strummed the bar, while he leaned forward. He eventually turned his head towards her and said…
“You’re new here huh?”
~
 
DC:  He was dressed to hide, but there is always something different about a man with unknown power. She smirked as he scanned the room, bobbing his head to the music, and twirling his toothpick. When he spotted her she looked awya and had her finger rim a shot glass before she tossed it back. The liquid warmed her throat for a split second then faded and when she went to look back at the man she noticed he was moving towards her.
She turned her head and waited for him, continuing to rim her glass. She could smell his blood, musky with a rich spice. She heard him speak to her, something about being new, and she turned towards him with a small smile.
“Yes, a little. I don’t like entering into bars and clubs.” She nips the inside of her lip and smiles.
~
 
RB – Louis smirked when watching the girl reply to him with that way about her.  Sure, she was new alright.  Pinching the edge of his toothpick, Louis took it out from between his teeth and tossed it into an ashtray, before leaning heavier on the bar top.  The barkeep placed the frosted glass of water in front of Louis, before going back to serving the other thirsty patrons.  Drumming his fingers lightly upon the wooden top, it would be easy to see that his nails were filed almost into sharp points.  It was unusual for a man to have nails in this fashion, but he didn’t have them like that purely for cosmetic reasons.  Around his neck, he wore a strange pendant, that looked to be some sort of crest.  Like a coin that had been hand pressed a couple hundred years ago and the chain looked to be like lead.  Louis also had an arm guard that was made from braided leather and quite worn.  With his sort of windswept and interesting appeal, you could be forgiven for thinking he had stepped off the set of some pirate movie.  Except his clothing was a little more suited to the modern era.  His left cheek had a jagged scar that ran down just below his eye.  It had long time healed but its prominance certainly meant he was a man of action – not one of words.
The left corner of his lip twitched ever slightly as he started to push the glass around, almost absently.  Oh, he had already taken a good whiff of her scent and had seen the change in her eye colour, so you could say that he was on to her.
Without warning, he said.  
“See anything you like?”  
~
DC:   She grinned and turned around, resting her back on the bar. Hair fluttering again she pointed across the room casually to some now buzzed patrons in the somewhat VIP area. 
“Those six over there, they have drank a bit more when I first seen them, but they still seem sweeter than the rest of the tedious ones.” Her brown eyes glowed as she turned to the man. The flashing lights gave her color, but the black lights made her glow as if she was standing naked under a full moon. 
With this said she lowered her finger and turned back to the bar ordering another shot, looking at the man. 
“So, why do you ask? Are they yours instead?” She didn’t know what he meant, but hey he seemed to be either amused or challenging. She liked a fight in her dinner, maybe even in bed, but with someone of equal strength that she don’t know she wouldn’t bother with that. 
~
RB – Louis perked a brow, and happened to glance over his shoulder at the VIP area that the girl had just pointed out.  So she was on the prowl.  Nailed it.  By the way Louis reacted however, he didn’t seem to give a toss about the crowd that she had her eyes on.  If that was what she wanted to feed on….all the luck to her.  In fact, he might even want to see her technique in catching her prey.  Anything beat having to watch some of the people attempt to dance on the floor.  The more they drank, the worse they got.  You could tell that Louis was not the kind of man that tried to show off in front of others.  Not like half the blue shirts that were in the club.  Business executives on their night away from their families – trying to impress any girl with a good set of legs.  Louis had seen it all before.  
Watching the girl turn back towards the bar, Louis stayed silent for a moment, only going back to stare straight ahead.  He gave off this really cold exterior, that may be considered to be intimidating at best.  It may make her wonder, or even second guess herself at his intent.  Again, he drummed his nails upon the timber top – but if she cared to listen he made the same pattern of sound…again…and again…and again.  It was almost hypnotic in a way.  What was his game?
“You’d know if they were mine.”  His voice had a gravel like quality to it.  He didn’t even look at her as he spoke.  He lifted a boot up onto the foot rail below, and she might hear an odd tink sound of metal from his heel.  Who was this guy?
~
DC – She raised a tempting eyebrow, was he trying to get her curious about him? He didn’t have to try so hard, she actually wanted to drink from his veins and learn all he is. However, more important things were at foot when her targeted food began to leave.
“Crap, what bad timing.” She curses as her clothing changes in a veil of shadows. She now wears tight black pants, tank, and weaponized combat boots all her casual wear. She looked at the man and took his glass of water, sipping it. “I hope we can meet again, I want to learn more about you.”
She follows the VIP group out the door with a flap of her coat. 
~
RB-  At the precise moment that the girl started to change, Louis’s finger drumming came to an abrupt halt.  He didn’t even have to look behind him to see that the group that the girl had in her sights were on the move.  The vampire’s hand pushed the glass of water back as he stood up to full height. His chin rising as he did so, and this was when the girl would get a far better look at him.  Rugged, and with a light stubble across his chin and just up the sides of his cheek, like a shadow almost.  He had no intention of drinking the water that he ordered, all that was for show.  
Giving a sideways glance towards Little Miss Combat, he wet his lips with his tongue and then you could see the small flash of one of his dog teeth.  She made her farewell speech and that she hoped to see him again.  He didn’t say a word.  Didn’t bat an eyelid, but those eyes did follow her as she left the club, going after the group from the VIP section.  As the door closed, he reached in his pocket and took out an old time piece.  He flipped up the silver hood and then grinned as he started to count down.
“5…4…3…2…”
In that moment he simply vanished in a blur of silver and black, leaving the barman looking bewildered.
The door was thrown open by some force….but what, before it flapped back and forth on it’s hinges.
~
 
DC – Raising the last kicking body into the air the terrified woman now faces death. Her friends lay scattered across the ground of a parking lot about a block away, why are humans so foolish. She screams with such force her voice becomes raspy before Xzilia’s teeth sink into the woman’s neck, blood bursting into her mouth and streaming down her chin. When she finishes she tears a chunk of her neck out and drops the body, gnawing on the flesh.
Shadows pour out of her body as she twirls a knife in a bored fashion. Cracking her neck she begins to walk away with a yawn.
“That was quite impressive, they actually managed to scratch me.” She chuckles and begins to head home, she was in need of a shower to wash the blood away.
~
RB-  Never…ever talk to yourself when someone could be watching you.  Someone was.  Oh yes, he had enjoyed the spectacular blood letting and frenzied style of this girl, but she appeared to be just a little cocky….and a whole lot of sloppy.  As she twirled her knife and let out a yawn, walking away from the scene of chaos and blood, a hand would reach around and clasp over her mouth, while the other hand seized her wrist and gripped it with a force that was so strong, it could easily snap bone like a twig.  That same musky scent that the girl had encountered within the bar, was now wafting all around her.  Louis had a funny way of saying hello.  His body pressed hard up against her back, and he bent his head enough so she could feel the slight stubble against her ear, as he whispered coarsely.
“I could do more…than scratch you, lovey.”
His nails started to sink into her flesh as he started to lick earlobe.  His breath was surprisingly cool, but his body….that felt like it was on fire.
~
DC – Eyed widened, she was suddenly restrained. She attempted to look behind her however HE wouldn’t let her. With her wrist being squeezed she dropped her knife, but with the other hand she gripped his arm and tried to pull it off her mouth. Then she felt his stubble and his oddly cool breath against her skin as he whispered his sweet words.
“Mmmph!” 
Words muffled she trembled against his body as he licked her. It felt great, not the licking, but his body. The heat radiated from it and it felt toned as ever, at leased she hoped. However, she aslo didnt like being restrained either, therefore she began to free herself. Shadows began to wrap around the man and constricted him, eventually pulling him off and pinning him to the ground. She too now sit on him, straddling his waist.
“You dare to grab me from behind?”
~
RB-  What a nimble little minx this girl was turning out to be.  Some women actually like a bit of rough and tumble, but this girl – she didn’t like being silenced.  She fought with might and let out a loud sound that could have been a swear word, had it not been muffled by his hand.  But while she tried to say one thing, her body said another.  Oh the sweet talk a body makes when faced with danger.  The shiver like tremble that could be felt across his skin gave him all the more reason to want to taste the divine flesh of her being.  She smelt of a fresh kill, and that was just how he liked it.
With the clever use of her shadow manipulation, the girl wound him up in enough that would allow herself to be freed, and in doing so she managed to force him back and pin him to the ground.  He landed with a dull thud against the cement, but to his delight, the woman then straddled him, so he had a fantastic view of her well shaped breasts.  
“I like a little back door, but…hey…I would never say no to a girl that liked to be on top.”
Louis had a wicked gleam to his eye, as he made a grab for her hips, and then swung her over so he was now on top of her and she was the one pinned to the ground beneath him.  Her hair splayed out open the concrete that framed her delicate face like it was a picture worth painting.
He gripped both her hands with one and held them over her head as he leered down just inches from her face.  He was panting like an animal, his dark eyes burrowing into hers with a ferocity that she may find shocking.
“This is better…”
~
DC:   She smirked flexing her hands, his grip was tight and the view she had was quite pleasant. She paused for a moment and tilted her head, eyes a hypnotic sea of black. Shadows swirled from the ground as she began to sink down. 
“You want to play well lets play darling.” And she pulls him into the hole with her. The place they enter is black as night, and slowly they float to the ground with liquid to their ankles. She is bare, pale as the moon with not a cloth on her body as she raises her hands. She giggles as a weapon forms from the liquid below.
“I’m sorry, but you seemed persistent to play ‘Restrain Me’ therefore I brought you to a world of equality. MY true hunting grounds, the Shadow Whisper. You can have all the power you had in that weak world, but i have upgraded.” She begins striding around him dragging the forming weapon.
~
 
RB –  Slipping into the black hole that had been formed from the woman’s shadow manipulating ability, the vampire soon found himself floating to the ground which was covered in a sickly black substance.  In this reality, the woman is now without cloth – bare naked as the day she was born.  The vampire however, oh he was still wearing the same garb as he had in the club.  Everything.  From the pocket watch that he had pulled out of his pocket to check the time, to the special crest pendant that he wore on a special chain around his neck. THEN there was the leather gauntlet that seemed to be fashioned from leather.  But what kind of leather you may ask?  So many mysteries to the man that had yet to be unlocked by the woman, who so boldly now strutted around Louis like a tiger that was stalking her prey.  She didn’t get it yet, did she?
This woman, whose name remained unknown certainly felt that she had the upper hand in this world of her creation.  Spun from what was like miasma (miasma (Μίασμα, ancient Greek: “pollution”), a noxious form of “bad air”, also known as “night air”.), but if that were the case, he would feel a sense of nausea, or at least a foul smell to the air.  No this was definitely shadow manipulation at its finest.  An art that was known to few.  He had to admire her persistence at not wanting to be restrained.  Unlike many submissives that craved such attentions – especially in being tied up or bound.
Louis tugged lightly on the leather gauntlet that he had around his wrist, and it started to weave slowly up his arm, like a snake slithering.  Oh, sure.  She was full of surprises….but so was he.
Louis must have been at least seven hundred or so years old.  From a long line in Europe, he had lived, died, and seen so much that this world and the other had to offer.  To find a girl with this much talent, and able to draw him out of the mortal world was remarkable, to say the least.  Was he intimidated?  Hardly.  If anything, he was most amused.
The medallion around his neck shimmered as he started to golf clap her efforts.  She might have viewed this as him being chauvinist, but on the contrary – he was impressed.
“So, Miss.  Do you plan to use that?”  He gestured to the forming weapon, as watched her with eyes black as death.
~
DC – She noticed his sudden changes and debated her next decisions carefully, what would she do? She giggled playfully and licked her lips as the massive blood scythe finished being created. 
“Oh no sweetness, this special weapon is for you. I may not scare you now but I will make you think twice before attempting to restrain me.” She lifts the scythe then spins it skillfully over her head before stopping, not wanting to feel like a stuck up show off. She gripped the shaft and walked it to the male, holding it out for him to take. 
“Its an extra boost for your own, powers.” She giggles cutely and tilts her head, breasts bouncing softly.
She took the time to study his medallion closely and hummed some with a grin. Looking up at him she winked seductively and began to step backwards exposing herself to any and all attacks he has to show her.
~
RB-  Now, its one thing to be in the black world of this girl’s creation.  It’s another to start trusting a smiling cat that suddenly wants to offer you a gift when she is bouncing about all cutesy like.  Louis merely glanced down at the offered handled and smirked.
“Mother always said, never take candy from a stranger.”  
He had a definite grin when he said this, as the girl was suddenly going from being defensive to being coy and cute like a mouse.  Did she really think he was that gullible?  Louis took a moment to see that she had been staring at his chest and of course the medallion that rested on a light cushion of chest hair.  She was humming and grinning.  Winking at him as though she was now on display for any nocturnal desires that he might have.  Sure, she had the body that could make a man turn to jelly, but Louis was made of harder stuff.  
Dancing about now, with not a care in the world.  Like a big red target was painted on her rump, one that he wanted to smack, just to spite her.
“You’re a very naughty girl, lovey.”
His fingers reached up and he started to stroke the pendant gently, and as the girl stepped backwards she would hear his voice coming from in behind her….though…he was also standing in front of her.
“Like a ghost from the wind, he comes from the sea. And trembles the foe, like a storm on the lee.”  
Her own black shadow formations begin to swirl like that of a rough and ready sea.  Raising up higher and then crashing down around the trio.  How was it he could be in two places at once, and why did he speak like a pirate?  She might just want to know, who she brought down into her world, for he was certainly not one of either….
~
DC:   Impressive, but unfazed. She had to admit that he had more power than she thought but she wasn’t using power or techniques. Dopplegangers was something simple, she could make millions with no effort. The only effort she would put in was physically resisting the urge to tear him to pieces in this world. That is what this place was made for, utter and complete killing.
She drew in a long deep breath and filled her lungs. Lacing her fingers together she closed her eyes and released the breath as two bloody pillars smashed into both bodies, one obliterated and the other being thrown to the side. Black blood shadows form as she opens her eyes and tilts her head forward looking at the man. 
“Stop toying with me, show me something impressive or I’ll make you mine.” She sighed heavily wanting something other than show now. A fight, some action, something than watching him get all charged up.
Now she moved, but instead of taking a step her body became blood and she sunk into the liquid below and threw him into the air. 
“Hurry up!”
Her fist slammed into his gut and she sent him back into the ground, blood covering his body as one article of clothing has now disappeared from his body.
~
RB-  The mouse did not enjoy the game that had been played, though she thought that she was in full control in this world of her making, she underestimated the man before…and behind her.  All the while that they had faced each other, the slithering leather of his gauntlet was moving up and over his arm, crossing underneath his fabric and winding around and around his body, while the medallion was actually moving within it’s centre.  It was very much alive.  The image was of a serpent that was wound around a sword.  The woman’s distaste for him was now evident in her facial expression, her patience wearing thin.  A crude grin was forming as she snarled and then inhaled deeply – a breath that would fill her lungs to capacity.  From this action, she brought her hands together as she closed her eyes and released two blood pillars. One to hit the man behind her, the other to hit the man in front.  Louis took the hit on full – it sent him spiriting across the void, while the man behind her simply dematerialized as if he was never there at all.  
Louis rose slowly from the black shadow like sludge as she came at him, barking like a junk yard dog that she wanted to see something that would be impressive…something she could fight against.
“You want me to unzip my britches?” 
Oh he hadn’t lost his sense of humor that was a fact.  Clearly enjoying this out pouring of emotion and hate.  The more she did it, the more he enjoyed it.  But then, she decided to take matters into her hands, going for a full body blow.  As she slammed her fist into his stomach, which was incredibly hard, unlike that of a human male, his right hand shot out and snatched at her wrist as they made contact.  Closed in quarter combat.  Oh how he had craved for this.  The strange leather that had been curling around his body was now able to be used effectively. Eyes and a head appeared for the gauntlet was actually a sinister serpent, and the fangs bore down upon her flesh  – sinking deep into her skin, while Louis grip only got stronger.  He was holding this..naked woman right up to his body and he growled down fiercely so she could not escape his words…
“With a bone cold glare, and a sneer on his lips; he has a cannon by his side…and a snake upon his wrist.”
His free hand snatched at her hair behind her head, and brought her in for a crushing kiss, to seal her fate. For the fair maiden….there would be no escape.
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DC:   Vile man! He was able to catch her off guard with that wicked bracelet and a surprise kiss. Whatever he did she didn’t like it as a throbbing pain slithered up her arm  and her lips tingled. However, it wouldn’t render her useless, didn’t make a dent yet it seemed. When she was planted back on ground her arm was limp and she glared down at it distastefully, would she have to loose a limb to fight?
“What a good trick, maybe I can show you one of mine too…” Slowly the liquid boiled and rose around her as armor now formed. She would get serious now, and a bit playful, as she now wielded a bastard sword with a length of 5′ in total. 
Gold and ruby red text, ancient to the royal vampires, was inscribed unto the sword as she walked like a puppet now. A cracked grin formed, small but unsettling to most. she advanced towards him as a coppy of herself rose from where she once stood, then another, and another,
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what we want!” Voices that happen in nightmares now echoed around him, giggles of dark happenings. There were only about fifty women surrounding him, but each had a different weapon. From bows, pikes, swords, spears they were all unique to the royal family as crests and antiques.
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RB – So many beautiful women, and all doppelgangers like the one that started this game.  From what was a simple girl from a night club, this woman had demonstrated powers that were to some beyond imagination.  She begged….no, pleaded for him to show his power, and well, one hates to disappoint.  But in the same breath there is a rule in combat. Never show all your cards at the start.  The bite from the wrist snake was just a taste of what he could do, but now in order for the girl to continue the fight, she was resorting to armor.  And one hell of a bastard sword.  Oh if this was the main act, he was going to love the encore.
Seeing all the bevy of beauties coming at him with a variety of weapons, from bows and pikes, to swords and spears, the Vampire had fleeting memories of being caught up in a battle similar to this one – long ago.  1578, to be precise.  But back then his lady was no slip of a girl.  She was something much…much larger.  
“Show us what ya got, Louis…show us what you want.”  The women cried in a chorus that grew and echoed around him.
“How one man can please so many….as much as I am tempted, I have to decline.”  
He took out his pocket watch and then flipped open the silver top.  Inside the watch mechanism sounded and this only grew.  Tick toc tick toc.  This was no ordinary watch.  A wind started to pick up and whistled all around them as the women encircled him.  If they bothered to look down, the shadow like liquid was starting to change.  lapping at their feet and now rising up their legs as it got deeper.  
“You may control the shadows, my dear – but I control something far more powerful”
The roar of something coming out from the darkness would have all those pretty lassies turning their heads.  The creak and groan of timber flooring and the slapping of massive sails as a ship came into view.  A massive sailing ship.  A rope was thrown down and the vampire caught it on the full, as the ship ploughed right for the gathering of girls.  Climbing up the rope, he clamored over the side as there was a light that appeared – like a rip or tear in the world of the girl’s making.  The ship was going to sail right through it.
 
DC:   Swords at the ready that ship ripped through them, but not unscathed. They collided metal against wood, shards embedding into their fading bodies. Floating in the sky was the original Xzilia as she giggled against the surprise she brought along, he was not easily tempted at all but how hard would he fight to get out of her play land. She laughed happily and raised her hand, strengthening the winds to blow that man and his ship straight for the unknown light at the end of the tunnel.
What would be on the other side? It certainly wasn’t the end of her fun, even if he didn’t want to fight she would allow him to think he was to leave. As he passed through the bright whiteness there was a shrill eek awaiting him. Him and his tiny toy boat came bursting out of a very large cup of coffee and onto a table. From above is a worried looking Victorian lady, caked in white makeup and ruby lipstick plastered on her lips.
“What in heavens name!!!” She squealed before finding hands snap her neck. Xzilia looks down at the boat and glares distastefully before picking it up gently?
“Lets find you some water sailor.” And away she turned, wind whipping violently as she walked.
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RB- The ship lurched and then fell on its side when it washed out of the large coffee cup.  It was the size of the head of a teaspoon, and Louis was smaller than an ant.  Not exactly the Pacific.  Everything was huge, no…gigantic.  This wasn’t exactly his port of call either, and seeing the enormous Victorian lady having a right fit, only to be killed off by an enraged Xzilla only made matters worse.  Before he could do a thing, aside from hold onto the side of the ship with all his worth, Xzilla picked up the tiny ship with the intent of taking it somewhere, where there was water.  In the Victorian era???  Louis may be tiny, but he still had his fighting spirit as he was now being carried away by this She mountain.  Being so small did have it’s advantages.  He ran across the bow of his ship and launched himself at one of her fingers.  Climbing up like you would a mountain climber till he could find his way to her arm.  He was so small, it would be hard to spot him.  Like a flea on a dog.  
Climbing higher and higher, he got in under her clothing and used her hair…the very fine strands of it, to help assist him in this climb.  He knew where he had to go, in order to have some affect, but it was going to take some time before he got there.
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DC- She made her way out of the house and stopped a carriage with a high whistle, it slowed to a stop and she told the man where to go before climbing in. Unlike a taxi it wasn’t fast but only bumpy as she looked down at the ship calmly. Lifting it higher she decided to attempt to look at the details while she could, until the carriage bounces and the ship flew from her fingers.
“Ack! No!!” Fumbling she was able to catch it, but not without breaking off the sails and completely tearing the fabric to shreds. She cursed to herself and sighed heavily, deciding that less damage was to be done if she just folded her hands.
Minutes passed and the carriage stopped at their destination. She smelt it even before she arrived, the seaport of the city. As she stepped out a brisk wind caught her hair and fluttered it with a few loose leaves, it was cooler than the warm air and she smiled. 
“Here we are Sailor, water…” Shoving through the thick throng of people was almost hazardous. Fish mongers and more handy men were bustling about to tend to the demanding needs of their marketeers (customers). Eventually, with some strength, she was able to make it to a quiet part of the port and knelled down to place the boat in the water.
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RB- When the tiny boat was placed into the water, it really did look kinda sad.  I mean, she broke the main sail and the other sails were shredded and torn.  From Louis’s view, it was as if had gone ten rounds with the Spanish armada.  Appearing on her shoulder now, he stared the long way down to where she had just placed his ship.  The look on his face turned grim, as he then stared up at her face.  Truth be told, he was not liking her very much at this point.  Scaling her hair like it was the ropes from a ship, he made his way to her ear, and managed to climb out so that he was just inside the opening.  This was when he decided to speak, because, she was bound to hear him.
“I should be grateful that you don’t wax, lovey.”
It had helped him gain his way up onto her head. The very very tiny vampire then started to prod and feel about for a nice juicy piece of skin.  Finding just the right piece that was from the inside of her ear, he bit down on it.  HARD.  This was bound to annoy her greatly.  But he wanted to give her a little something for damaging his ship.
Taking in enough of her blood, he stepped back and wiped the back of his mouth before he started to feel the change begin to occur.  Louis was beginning to grow, and he made a run for it, out of her ear and down her shoulder, before appearing on the ground behind her in full size.  Her blood really had something in it for that extra kick.
Pushing himself to standing, he brushed a bit of ear wax off his shoulder, before staring down at his teeny tiny ship.
“You owe me…one ship.”
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DC – She bit her lower lip as she watched the tiny ship bob lazily around. She groaned as she looked at the pieces in her hand then at the boat. Expression changing she nodded with confidence, she could fix this. Before she could react however she heard a whisper in her ear and she whipped her head around to find nothing there. Then a small pinch came along and she yelped as she rubbed her ear noticing Louis soon behind her. 
An eyebrow raised and she turned back to the ship just as he was. Owe him a ship, she planned on doing even better for the Sailor, for what he didn’t know was that now they were in her time period. She stood and turned to him with a smile and nod. 
“I will give you a new ship and this one if you so desire! Just you watch!” She snapped her fingers and the ship grew to normal size, shadows dissipating from around it. “Just wait here okay!” 
She darted off and into the port. Thirty minutes passed and she returned with some people to fix his beloved boat. She gave a demanding point with such a serious face and shouted her orders. 
“Alright men, you will earn your pay when that boat is in tip top shape!!” They shouted with confidence and ran towards to boat, tools in hand. Pulling it to shore they braced it on the sandy beach, since the port for fixing ships was full, they would fix it here.
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(to be continued)

Ruby – Part Three : SS.

The Ambassador Valmont has taken his new friend and charge; Ruby back to the Embassy of Hell.  It may be a great deal different to what she has been used too.

Scene setting – The Embassy : Seven Sins series.

Written with Tsu and Zu.

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Residence and offices of Valmont, the Ambassador of the Seven Kingdoms.

 

Razorbackwriter:  

The Embassy of Hell

Tall and imposing gates with spiked tips awaited Valmont and his new friend, as they had come back down the path of souls to the Embassy of Hell. Towered peaks were seen high above the tree line, and there was an air of wonder about the imposing sight that lay before them. The gates started to open of their own accord, with Valmont not even having to lift a finger as he strolled along with Ruby. To anyone else, they would think that the Ambassador had done very well for himself in Hell. In the past he had brokered deals between the kingdoms and helped settle disputes, before it all turned to bloodshed and battles. Sadly, he had not managed to quell Mammon’s appetite for getting his hands on other kingdoms, and in particular trying to unseat Gabriel from her new position as Princess of Wrath. Valmont had yet to see Gabriel, but had heard of the curse that Mammon had imposed shortly before taking his last breath. He did not value a woman to take the role of one of the seven heads of hell, and in a way by leaving her with a dick, he would get a dying wish come true. None of that mattered now, of course. No doubt Gabriel would be seeing to have the thing removed. One way or another. It was bound to be the talk of the town, sooner or later. Valmont was in no real hurry to find this out.

As the pair strolled up the drive, Valmont would spot a dinner table all laid out and adorned with candles. Wine chilling in a bucket on a stand and plates all ready to be filled with a sumptuous meal. Someone was expecting his return, but who?

“Hungry?” Valmont asked of Ruby, before realizing that the girl’s crude stitching might stop her from partaking in a meal.“Err…sorry.”

A slight hint of red shade appeared to his cheeks, but he offered to walk Ruby towards the table, and see just who was expecting them.

 

~RB~

 

Zu:

 

Ruby had never once explored many places since her arrival here in Hell, but she had a feeling she’d see places like this one more often than she ever thought possible. It was a really big embassy, but Ruby thought of it more of a palace or castle. She wouldn’t be able to remember where she saw something like this before; it was in her past, something locked away from her memory thanks to this curse of hers. She still clung to his arm, that way she wouldn’t lose her one and only friend. Ruby wouldn’t know what to do with herself. She hasn’t realized it yet, but she’d become more and more dependence on him, losing her own independence; it was all due to his kindness.

Ruby was lead to the dinner table, something also unfamiliar to her. The only time she rested was on the harsh ground in Hell. When asked if she was hungry, she wasn’t even listening because she was too busy staring in awe at the dinner table. She had taken off her hood, thinking nobody would be around them for a bit and it’d be more comfortable for her, now that she was accepted. Ruby took her seat, yet it didn’t feel right. She got off it and then sat back down, continuing this process until after doing it five more times, took her seat.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It is customary for a gentleman to hold the chair out and then slide it into position as the female guest takes a seat. Oddly enough, Ruby was having a bit of trouble. Perhaps this was all a bit much for her to take in. A dinner table out in the gardens of the grand estate. Valmont knew nothing but this type of lifestyle, and had hoped that Ruby would grow to like it. Valmont watched as Ruby sat down, then got off….then sat down, then got off. The Ambassador kept trying to move the seat forward, but each time he did, the girl kept hopping up. Valmont showed a perplexed expression till finally Ruby settled in her seat at last.

“That’s the ticket.” Valmont now pleased that he could take his seat at the table.

Soon a line of servants came trickling out of the main building. bringing with them various trays that were each packed with all manners of exotic food. From stuffed pheasant, to wild boar with an apple in it’s mouth. Vegetables with butter that were steaming as the trays were lifted off and then placed on the table neatly. It was enough to make the mouth water, and the taste buds tingle in anticipation. One servant started to pour red wine for Valmont, and he took up the glass, swirling it and inhaling its fine scent.

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“Mmm full bodied. Good year too.” This was said after he took a mouthful and swished it about in his mouth, making a strange sucking sound. “Very good. More please.” The waiter filled his glass, then made his way over to the girl and started to fill her glass. Valmont leaned side on so he could see his way around the waiter and whispered.

“Need a straw?”

~RB~

 

Tsu:  

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A door opened and steam came out from it, a male walked out from it. His hair was down and a towel wrapped around his waist, walking over he spied out the window from the side. Noticing he had returned with a guest, he’d better dress and go down. Nicholas walked away and pulled out his cloths that he wore, consisting of a white shirt, with a blue jacket and long black pants. Standing in front of a mirror, the towel dropped from his waist, he looked like a male, with girlish features but, it wasn’t just that. His whole lower half was of a female, he hid this very well most the time. A small sigh escaped his lips as he dressed himself and looked in the mirror, everything looked neat and tidy, just like he liked it. Bringing a towel up to his head, he dried his hair and then did a simple braid on the side. You’d wonder why a male would braid his hair but, he did it for not wanting to to hang down and because of the hormones of wanting to look like a girl, in a way. Sliding his shoes on, he opened his bedroom door and walked out, after making sure everything was folded and put away.

Nicholas walked down the stairs, descending down them to the side door. Opening he walked out and breathed in the cool air, it was indeed nice with the warmth. He continued on walking down a path way and came into view of where he saw both the people, finally stopping by them. ” Welcome back Valmont, I see you guys are enjoying the set up.” a deep but, light voice had said, his head looking over towards the girl. ” I see you brought a guest. I do hope you enjoy your stay and meal Miss.” He said finally and stood there looking back towards Valmont. ” Everything is done and filed, so I think nothing is left to be done.. for now at least. Is there anything else you’d like to be done?” Nicholas asked him and waited for a response.
 

Zu:  All Ruby could do was stare at the very thing she was oblivous to. She couldn’t remember the last time she had anything related to food. She’s seen it since beginning her life in hell, but never experianced it. Ruby would try to remember if she ever had something called food, but nothing came up. She had her hood up, thankfully, and made sure of it, because just as she had promised herself, only Valmont could see her face, as he gave her the time of day to even associate himself with the likes of her. Ruby could only stare at the glass that shouldn’t belong to her, being poored in front of her. When asked if she needed a straw, she could only stare at the glass. Ruby didn’t really want anything, even if she could, but that mattered not because the glass seemed far too interesting to her than Valmont at the moment.

Just as she was about to look at Valmont once again, she heard another voice and almost jumped out her skin in fright, about to pull out her blade as her instincts would have her do, but she fought against that and turned to see a female talking to Valmont. She couldn’t tell it was a male, even with the voice, as the body was of a female. She just looked at Nicholas blankly, her face still covering her features. Ruby would continue to stare before looking back at the table.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ” Welcome back Valmont, I see you guys are enjoying the set up.”

There was no mistaking the voice of Valmont’s secretary; Nicholas, who had just strolled out into the garden dinner setting. Welcoming back the Ambassador and of course, his guest. Valmont set down a napkin he was about to lay over his lap and rose to standing at Nicholas’s arrival, offering a light now, before gesturing a gloved hand towards Ruby. His guest had been studying the wine glass in detail and at no time made a move to actually attempt to drink from it. Perhaps food and drink were not her thing. Still Valmont had his manners, and could only smile when Nicholas hoped the girl would enjoy her stay.

“Charming as ever, my good friend. I would like to introduce….well, I am not sure of her name for she is unable to communicate. Let us call her…” Valmont took in the color of her cape and then chimed a pet name. “Ruby” It was a name that was not only easy to remember, but quite feminine. The ambassador paused, and listened to Nicholas ask if there was anything else that needed to be done, as all the filing was up to date. Valmont offered Nicholas a seat at the table, before he himself sat down.

“I am sure you are aware that the Greed Kingdom was putting on a ball this evening. Course, it ended in disaster before it had truly begun.” Valmont pressed his hands together just below his chin. How did he know this? Well, seeing and hearing disfigured demons in ball gowns hurrying from the estate, along with great blasts of fire and light in the sky was a pretty good indication. “I dare say it was a right ballroom blitz.” In a way, Valmont was glad he missed it, but miffed at not knowing who was amongst the dead. It was his job to keep tabs on all the Royals and for now that was something he needed to catch up on. First things first though, he had his guest to consider.

Valmont picked up his wine glass, and turned the glass around by the stem as he gaze at Ruby, whilst thinking…obviously.

“The royals can wait. No sooner is one crowned, another falls. It’s just happening at a faster rate than normal.”Valmont let out a sigh. “We have only just come through the War of Wrath, and no doubt there will be some repercussions over that. Hostility carried forth even after the final march of the drums.” Valmont set down his glass, then asked Nicholas. “I have a small task, though it might take some time. I wondered if you might work with me, in helping this dear girl learn to communicate. She knows nothing of how to engage, aside from a nod…or a head shake. Do you have any thoughts?”

~RB~

 

Tsu:  Standing there by them observing, his eyes went to Ruby’s to watch her for moment and looked back. Did she know? Something seemed a bit odd and he wasn’t sure, regardless he’d have to be careful. Oh how hectic it’d probably turn if anything was known, it’d be a ball. Finally coming to he listened to Valmont talk and thought about it, it must of been some night. Lifting his hand he rubbed the back of his head a bit and let out a small sigh. ” It must of been a busy night, huh. I did indeed hear and it probably was a spectacular ball.” He said with a bit of sarcastic tone to it, being playful towards it. Shortly a second later he’d chuckle at the last of his words of the ball and simply shook his head. He wondered what Valmont was thinking, while staring at her and holding a glass. You never honestly knew much anymore about what people thought at times.

” She can’t speak? Well, that’s rather weird but, we all have our own things.. I guess.” That would indeed be a task, how to teach someone how to communicate. A couple of ideas passed through his mind but, he wasn’t so sure. Nicholas looked at Ruby once again and mentally faced palmed. ” Excuse my manners, its nice to meet you Ruby, I’m Nicholas. I think it’ll be fun to help you with this communication thing.” He said and looked over to Valmont, a small smile came to his lips as he thought for a second. ” Well, of course I wouldn’t mind, I’m your Secretary after all and will do whatever is needed. As for ways to communicate.. how about sign language? or for starters we could set her up with a piece of paper and pen, tech her how to write? Then, she could use words through writing but, that might take a little while too.” Nicholas said and let out another sigh as he waited and hoped one of the two would work, if not they’d both have to think of something soon.

 

Zu:  Just because she wasn’t paying attention, didn’t mean that she wasn’t listening to what the two were exchanging. She started to mess around with what was around her as they were talking to each other. Ruby was really interested in what was surrouding her, never before has she experianced this before. It seemed she would be called Ruby, and there was a jolt in her brain that was only there for a moment but in that moment, something sprang up that she should be remembering. She looked around the place, having the face of someone who saw a shadow but quickly dismissed it. Of course, all her reactions were covered by her hood. She went back to playing with the silverware; Ruby looked like a child the entire time, which wasn’t a surprise.

 

Razorbackwriter:  ” She can’t speak? Well, that’s rather weird but, we all have our own things.. I guess.”

Indeed, this was true. Valmont for one had his own flaws that he had carefully masked over the years. The times he had to bite his tongue and not burst out loud at the ridiculous proclamations made by various Princes over the years. Often curbing his own carnal desires as he watched women throw themselves at the regal heads of state. Though it was a different story when it came to those that served beneath the glistening ballrooms and darkened chambers. Valmont had learnt how to come about the most tantalizing gossip that was whispered from the very sheets of those he served. As of the moment, he was out of the loop, but he always had a way of getting back in. He was of course discreet in just who he spoke to. Being surrounded by such immoral creatures allowed him to be influenced by them, and taking pride at times in outshining them. Not that they knew that. But in this setting, butter wouldn’t melt in his mouth. Valmont did enjoy Nicholas’s company. Strange in a way. Valmont was not interested in the same sex, but there was something about Nicholas that usually tugged at the very pit of the Ambassador’s being. Valmont would never pry of course, but he just found himself taken in. Nicholas was not rash or one to be boastful. Didn’t parade around like some mad fop, but instead with an almost casual serenity. It was peaceful and relaxing to be in his presence.

Nicholas gladly offered to assist in helping their young hooded charge in learning to communicate, though this might require many hours and a lot of patience.

“And this is why I hold you so highly, Nicholas. Always ready to step up to the plate.” The Ambassador rising from his chair, no longer interested in food, but the newest challenge that was sitting before him. While Nicholas’s idea of a pen and paper were good ones to help start in the teaching, Valmont had another idea.

“I was thinking more a small chalk board. About the same size as a notepad. Tied with string so she can wear it around her neck. If we are going to teach her, she’d need a lot of paper. A chalkboard can be erased and written on, again and again.” Starting off simply, might be the go.

Approaching Ruby, he knelt one one knee so that again they can meet eye to eye. He noted her hood was down and he gazed up at her face. He was not afraid of what lay beneath it. Having already seen the curse – her vile stitching. Whilst he had thought of trying to break her free from it, he also didn’t want to spook her. Baby steps were sometimes needed. Another thought came to mind. She carried a weapon. A sword that she would easily un sheath when threatened. Was this because in another life she was a warrior? It would be so much easier if she could tell them.

Watching her play with the silverware, Valmont gathered that food and drink were also foreign to her. She wouldn’t be able to open her mouth. What had he been thinking? It brought from him a sigh.

“How foolish I have been? Swept up in my own world to see that this is all very new to you.” He rose to standing and offered Ruby his hand. “Why not come inside, and we can show you the beauty of the Embassy.”

If she did take up his offer, one of the rooms that they would go to was a training room. For sword fighting.

~RB~

 

 

One last kiss – GS.

 

Tommy knew that he had to get on with his day.  As much as he wanted to stay with Elissa, he had a job to do.  Course, he needed to check up on Frank.  Little did he know what he was getting himself into.

Scene setting : Elissa’s apartment – Gantz Series.

Co-written with VunG.

 

VunG:  A Muttley-style laugh would slip out from behind the shower walls before the water was turned on, amused at his startled response. Ah, she loved it when she was nasty. Only thing that could’ve made that better was a Zoidberg ‘woop woop woop.’ Oh well, what could you do? She would continue cleaning herself, actually half-expecting to see Tommy come zipping through the door for another round. That said, it was probably for the best that they held off, they needed to get on with the day; they could think about more bedroom adventures later. Would probably be better if they did it at night anyways; no risk of being late… well at least for Tommy. Sometimes being self-employed was awesome.

Of course, she was fully aware that he was watching her outside, and as she lathered up she made sure to make it as sensual as possible, all too happy to tease him. Eventually though she’d get herself all cleaned up and out and get her hair washed, letting it drape down, not that it was particularly long. Exiting the shower with a content sigh, she smirked when she saw that he was still present. Drying off quickly, she made sure to apply special attention to her wound area before wrapping it around her torso and sitting down on toilet (lid down of course) and began changing her bandages. The area hadn’t broken, thankfully, but it certainly was a bit red… she was going to be hurting later; thank God for painkillers. Heh, would probably help with her ass not aching too. Being shot aside, this was probably the best morning she’d had in a long time.

Once she had the bandage on, she walked over to Tommy and shooed him out of the way so she could reach her medicine cabinet for her prescription. She smiled the whole time though, and she went ahead and gave him another peck on the lips once it was down. Whether he realized it or not, Tommy had Elissa’s attention now. When she had said she wasn’t necessarily in love, that was her going into semantics; this wasn’t a one night stand for her, and she had no intention of giving him anything more of that impression.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy allowed Elissa to get into the medicine cabinet, by stepping back on command. The light wave of her hand, shooing him from the vanity worked. No words were needed. It didn’t matter that she couldn’t speak. Her body and that gorgeous face said more than a voice ever could. The reporter had been entranced by her, as he took on a voyeuristic nature. Silently observing her from the moment she left the shower and attended to her wound – that still looked to be quite sore. Pain killers were going to be the order of the day. Tommy continued to watch her. She took her medicine and washed it down with a glass of water, before turning her attentions back to him. His prize for behaving. A soft kiss. A peck, nothing more, but the softness of her lips was well and truly worth it. Tommy winked at her as she drew back, then started for the door. He tossed his clothes from the day before into the sports bag, and zipped it up tight. In a way, he didn’t want to leave, but he did have obligations, such as his job. His editor had instructed him to report on the hospital, but he always knew that the big scoop was the failings of the Commander, and his indiscretions. The parcel with the incriminating evidence was still out on the coffee table and had to be packed back up for when he caught up with Frank.

Frank.

Tommy rolled his eyes at thinking of his friend. He’d left a damning message that the detective call him, but as far as he knew Frank didn’t get back to him. Was he okay? Strolling over to get his jacket, he dug about in the pocket and fished out his cell phone. Looking back for a sign of Elissa, Tommy said.

“Going to try and call Frank before I go off to work.”

He pressed in the number and waited for it to be picked up.

~RB~

 

VunG:  It was hilarious how little needed to be said with Tommy, even excluding her sign language. It was like they were so in-sync that they just understood each other without any need for communication at all. It was… odd. She had become so used to having to work to communicate with people and get her emotions across, and here was Tommy understanding her like they were telepathically connected. Once he left the room, she would be pretty quick to finish tending to herself and would be just about to leave when she caught Tommy’s intent to call Frank.

That certainly brought her euphoric mood crashing down, though less out of concern and more out of anger towards the detective. Of course, he would likely be able to tell she wasn’t thrilled about something or another, but she’d nod and urge him to do so before heading for her room to change. Oh, she was concerned, she hoped he was alright, but she was still ticked that he had just jetted out on her with the last words being that he was pretty much intending to kill himself. If he was still alive, she’d have to restrain herself pretty hard not to punch him in the gut… though she would probably feel bad if he really did kill himself and she hadn’t done anything to stop it.

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy’s change in his demeanor might have come as a shock to Elissa as he was now barking down at the cell phone at Frank. Frank was alive. This was a good thing, but Tommy was still angry at him for the way he left Elissa’s and gave little or no explanation as to what he had been doing, or why he had not called before. Tommy had his back to Elissa as he spoke, but if she was paying attention, she would have seen him rub the back of his neck in a show that he was frustrated by his friend. The conversation seemed to be one sided. With Tommy barking questions repeatedly and not getting the answers he wanted. Let alone an apology. It was then Frank said that he would be there shortly with…a friend. The hell? The phone went dead and Tommy just held it out in front of him as though in disbelief that Frank hung up on him.

 

“Son of a bitch!” Tommy couldn’t hold back and then spun on his heel as he threw the phone down on the nearest chair. You could see the anger in his face. The gritting of teeth and the snarl in his voice. It took him a moment to get his composure. Did Frank have any idea how worried Tommy had been? They were supposed to be best friends. Tommy brought his fingers up to the bridge of his nose and pinched the two together as he muttered a few obscenity’s. He really cared about Frank, and often felt let down when the detective acted on impulse.

Finally getting his composure, he lowered his hand and then realized that he had lost control in front of Elissa. The one person he didn’t want to offend.

“Frank. He’s fine.” A roll of the eyes showed that his words were being with veiled sarcasm. “Apparently he is on his way here. You want first punch?” He was offering Frank up like a punching bag. All Tommy knew was he wanted to hit the guy….before he hugged him.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Elissa wasn’t bothering to actually change in her room to begin with, but as she passed and saw how agitated Tommy seemed, she definitely knew that it would be best to be on hand, for his sake. As she got into something closer to her usual attire, she quickly realized just how angry he seemed to be getting. Unless he had decided to call his boss after failing to call Frank and wound up in a shouting match, then those two friends were having a serious fight. As angry as she was with Frank, she had to admit that he wasn’t a bad guy and was probably under a lot of stress… she still wanted to punch him, but it was still rough seeing Tommy so angry. When he finished and sent the phone flying, she watched for a moment with wide eyes, glad she hadn’t been in the path. Letting out a sigh, she walked up to him and placed a hand on his shoulder as he waited, looking up at the man with concern as she waited for his response.

To his words, a mixture of relief and frustration passed through her mind, grinding her own teeth at the thought of how long it took for them to find out whether or not the idiot detective was okay. She was a bit thrown off by the fact that he was coming here, but she supposed that he would have his chance to explain himself. ~Assuming he doesn’t flee before he steps through the door?~ she asked with a scoff before continuing, ~You first. I need to decide whether to punch or slap.~

 

Razorbackwriter:  Tommy hated how intense his anger had become and the timing was so off. The last person he wanted offend was Elissa right now, and it took a moment for him to reign himself in. Only when he placed a hand on his shoulder, did he remember himself. His eyes searched hers to see if she was dissapointed in him. But what Tommy saw was a look of both frustration and relief. Odd as it was. He felt the same way, and in a sense it was good they were both on the same page. It was amusing though how she signed that Frank might do the bolt before they get the chance to get him through the door. Yeah, he might see their faces and rethink his visit. Truth was they both felt the same way about the detective. At times he was his own worst enemy.

~You first. I need to decide whether to punch or slap~

Tommy beamed as Elissa signed this. In fact, he started laughing at the very idea of Elissa slapping him across the face. It’s not like he didn’t deserve it. Tommy reached for Elissa’s hand and then kissed the back of it, a smug expression coming to his face.

“Save the slaps for me. I kinda like it when you get rough.” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, then now filled with a renewed sense of warmth for her, he leaned in and planted a soft kiss on her lips.

“I want to spend another night with you. Tonight, maybe?” He was so hopeful that she might say yes. Tommy had his own apartment though, and by rights he should invite her over there. But that was for later, unless she agreed.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Ahaha, it was so good to see that her response was able to cheer Tommy up a bit (not that she hadn’t meant what she said). Whether just the thought of her slapping him or Frank’s reaction that did it, she couldn’t help but grin a bit in turn to his diabolical glee. The kiss on the hand was a curious action, but certainly not an unwelcome one, even if she did roll her eyes a little. His words about liking her getting rough though, that got her all sorts of warm, the thought of how aggressive she could get with him shooting through her head a bit. Yeah, she’d save the slaps for him, all he wanted. That said though, the tender kiss he gave her was equally welcome, and she gladly kissed him back.

And then he went ahead and asked if she wanted to repeat this tonight. Oh… how to respond to this… hrmm… well, she could make a joke about making sure it was at his place so they could tear up his sheets this time. But… no, she wouldn’t bother with words. Instead she reached up to bring him down a bit and kissed him deeply on the lips, but as she did so she gave his crotch a light squeeze, just enough to get her point across. Once she pulled away from him, she just stared back at him, a coy smirk on her face saying what little hadn’t been said already. All she added was a quiet sign of, ~Your place or mine?~ Oh, she was more than willing to continue this dalliance with him; keep it going until they both got tired of each other.

 

Razorbackwriter:  A sizzling kiss. That was all Tommy needed to lick his lips and mouth “Yum”. The reporter watched her sign the question of whether it was her place or his and he was quick to answer. “Mine. I’d like to cook for you. But we might have to make it a late dinner. Once Frank gets here and we deal with him, then I have to get to work.”Tommy glanced down at his watch, and then grimaced. It was getting on already and he wasn’t sure how long it would take for Frank to get from wherever he was to Elissa’s place. He hoped that Elissa would be okay with this arrangement. Tommy didn’t normally cook for anyone, as most of the girls he had dated seemed to enjoy doing it for him. He got lazy after a while and simply either took girls out to a fancy restaurant or ate whatever was on offer.

This time round, Tommy wanted to impress Elissa. For some reason, he just felt this need too. It was odd, especially for a guy like him. Hell, he’d even take her back to meet his parents if he got the chance. That was how serious Tommy was becoming. He didn’t want to bring up the “I love you” line again, since it got him in over his head the first time he had said it to her. When the time was right…..when the feeling was mutual, he wouldn’t hesitate.

Tommy took up a lock of Elissa’s hair and curled it around his finger, as though he just wanted to play with her while they waited for Frank to show up. He did so without saying another word, though he kept looking into her eyes, before showing a special kind of smile. He moved a touch closer to her so he practically had her up against the wall. Deeply, he inhaled her smell. Even closing his eyes as he did so. The edge of his hand touching her cheek. Feeling the softness of her skin. There were two sides of Tommy Xo. One that could be so gentle….and the other that could be rough and ready. There just wasn’t time for another tryst, but instead he was going to quietly enjoy her. Even if she did just squeeze his balls.

You know, he didn’t mind one bit.

~RB~

 

VunG:  Huh… Tommy… cooking… that was an interesting thought. Truth be told, Elissa had no preference one way or the other as for whether her significant other cooked or she did. When she was married, her husband usually did most of the cooking, but that was because she had longer work hours, and she made sure to treat him every once in a while. She wasn’t an amazing cook, but she knew a few foreign dishes that she mostly learned just so she wouldn’t have to dump twenty bucks if she wanted to have them. Regardless, she was definitely curious to what he could do in that regard, and she gave an enthusiastic nod, agreeing full-heartedly to the plan… and like she’d been thinking before, it would be nice to alternate locations.

Eventually their decisions would slowly drift away, and slowly a very different mood would begin to fill the room. As he proceeded to play with her hair, she would look up into his eyes, her own blue ones sparkling thoughtfully, trying to figure out what was going on in his head. One of her hands simply dangled while the other rested on his side, and as he closed the gap her hand gladly rested on his hip. The closeness was pleasant, and as he began to caress her cheek, she would feel a strange, nearly-forgotten sensation filling her. This tender affection, this… gentle treatment, it was something that she hadn’t had in… well it felt like a lifetime ago. She had been more than a little rough, and nowadays that was the usual her–that or ice queen–but once upon a time she had been more like Tommy, able to show a far more tender side. Slowly she brought her free hand up to meet his, but she wouldn’t move it or try to control it, she simply laid it there and leaned into his hand, closing her eyes happily. Hmm… perhaps she had been hasty with him… simply calling this the beginning of them simply dating…

This felt… right.

 

Razorbackwriter:  It was strange, and wonderful all at the same time. Tommy didn’t have to say anything. It was right there. The way that he touched her, the way his eyes held hers and both closed at the same time. Two silhouettes that stood so close now it was like one being. Tommy didn’t even think about stealing her away into the bedroom again either. This…connection that they were sharing gave him so much more, than a wrestle between the sheets. He could feel a tightening in his chest, like he almost couldn’t breathe. He was right. Tommy had fallen. Fallen….crashed and burned in love with Elissa. He knew he didn’t have to say it this time, cause the feelings were there. Her face….the touch of her hand to his. A new happiness was spreading through him and he wanted to laugh. If she opened her eyes, she would see it. A smile fixed to his face that couldn’t be wiped away.

His free hand moved to cup her face with the other hand now. Closer he moved to her and then he kissed her. Not hard and hungry. This was different. He was professing his love without words, but through his actions. She must know by now. There was a sound. Not a growl, no. Almost like he was moaning her name, but he kept on kissing her. Pushing her back hard to the wall.

Damn Frank….if he turned up now. Tommy didn’t want this kiss to end.

~RB~

 

 

 

Darkness – The Hub : Part Two.

 

This is the second installment of lpstribling’s and my collaboration of “The Hub” – Darkness.

 

LP – “Lock it down!” The man standing over Rory belted out the words as he straightened up and twirled an index finger in the air, giving some signal to a larger group of people.

Everything stopped. Everything. The music, the lights, the clinking of the glasses, the dancing. The occupants of the Hub now followed some strange automatic call and moved from wherever they were to huddle around a still-frantic Jacinta and her not-so-conscious birthday boy. The only sound holding in Jacinta’s ears was the ringing from what sounded like Duster, the band she was hoping to see with Rory, yet under slightly more normal circumstances.

She watched them crowd around and a strange chill scurried down her spine, almost to the steady buzz of the fading ringing from the now non-existant music.

As she knelt over Rory they were looking down at her – all of them. She turned her head, looking at each of them in the eye, and then moving on to the next one.

“This is the girl?” The tall bearded man asked. Jacinta had seen him before in the Hub. He hadn’t been there all that long, but he wasn’t a newbie, either. He worked behind the bar and, from what she had heard from people, he was pretty good at what he did. She didn’t have any complaints. After all, she usually managed to leave the place drunk, so he must have been doing something right. But she didn’t know his name. Worst of all, she didn’t know why he was asking about her, especially now, here in the middle of the Hub with the doors locked and the sound off. What exactly was happening?

“I guess.”

Jacinta’s head snapped around to the girl who answered – a short redhead dressed in black. Her creamy white face looked all-business above two arms crossed at her front.

“I don’t really know. He said he was waiting for some girl named J. I don’ know; I’ve never seen her before.”

“You J?” The bartender’s finger dropped down to Jacinta with a stern lock.

Jacinta’s eyes fell from the bartender’s and drifted again around the room of all the Hub-goers. They were all there, all the regulars. The bartender’s staff (how many times had she seen these people there) the cocktail servers, the bussers and the band. And then there was everyone else. Everyone. The patrons, the guests, the daily drunks, and business men, the hookers and the first-timers. It was just a regular crowd. Just regular people.

Then a slow smile grew across Jacinta’s lips. “Oh ha, I get it. Right? Right? I get it. This is a joke, right?” She stood slowly as she looked around more. “Like this, all of this is a joke..Ha ha!” She clapped twice and walked around slapping a couple of shoulders and pinching cheeks. “Even you Rory, you sick fuck.” With her foot she nudged the quiet tip of one of her heels into his ribs, waiting for him to laugh. “Right? I can’t believe you fucked me like that.”

Rory’s eyes were glazed over, glaring in a vague wide loose grasp at whatever the view from the ceiling brought him. His lungs still rose and fell in a calm rhythmic repitition.

“C’mon birthday boy! it’s over. I’m done. I got it. Let’s go. No more.”

No one moved. Not an eye, not a smile, not a subtle reach for a cigarette.

The clear drinks on the bar still held their shape within the glasses they’d been given.  What happened to the Tongan bouncers?

It was frighteningly quiet.

 

“Lights,” the bartender said.

 

Everything went dark.

 

~

 

RB – Why wasn’t anyone speaking, other than the bartender and the ginger haired girl?  Surely this was some sort of stitch up.  People all playing along to make the prank seem so real.  Jacinta practically fell for it that was until Rory didn’t yell out “Surprise!”  He just lay there.  HIs eyes had this  glassy look about them.  Had he been drugged?  This wasn’t funny anymore.  “Heh..”  A nervous half hearted chuckle escaped Jacinta’s lips, but no one cracked a smile, let alone moved.  After the experience of being chased down, then having the homeless man tries to attack her; this was now the icing on the cake of what was a dreadful night out. Why wasn’t the band playing?  Why was everyone staring at her?  She had tried to get the stains out of her dress.  No, that can’t have been it.  Where was Trevor?  Why were the doors closed?

Jacinta swallowed hard as a wave of shock raced through her system.

“This isn’t funny anymore.” A light waiver in her voice as her courage all but left her.  Eyes turned to that of the bartender, but he stared at her coldly then simply said…”Lights.”  The club then fell into darkness, which made the whole situation all the more terrifying.

 

“Rory?  Please…get up.  Say…something.”  Jacinta could no longer see any of the faces of the patrons and staff.  All they were was shadows. Hovering.  Close.  Too close.  Jacinta backed up just a step and felt something or someone big in behind her.  She suspected it was a male, by the feeling of their body in behind her.  But what she hadn’t anticipated was how cold his flesh was.  There was the chilling touch of his breath on her shoulder, that made her jump in surprise.  Without warning, a large set of hands seized Jacinta by the arms, locking her in place.

“Let me go!” Jacinta screamed in protest, kicking and struggling from her captor’s grip – trying in vain to wrestle herself free.  But the harder that she struggled, the tighter the man’s fingers bore into her flesh.  All she could do was lash out and kick with her feet, one foot accidentally kicking Rory who was still on the ground.

 

“Ahaha, she is feisty.”  The Cinamon haired girl let out a twisted laugh at Jacinta’s expense, like she was actually enjoying the show that the frightened girl was putting on.  Jacinta’s hair was now partially covering her face, but she could just make the outline of the girl that spoke.  Jacinta heard her when she first found Rory on the floor.  Why was she laughing?  Jacinta had never seen her before in her life.

“You think this is funny, bitch?”  Some of Jacinta’s spark had returned as she fumed at the treatment she was receiving.  None of this made any sense.  It was supposed to be a night out to celebrate Rory’s birthday, but everyone was acting like extras from a horror movie.  Jacinta snapped her head towards the bartender and screamed “Turn on the lights!”  It was amazing what adrenalin could do. Her eyes darted towards all the shadows that were standing there, silently.

“Rory did say that I’d like you, J.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”  Jacinta hissed back.  She looked down to where Rory lay on the floor.  Had Rory been drinking and socializing with this bitch before she got there?  How did she even know who she was?

“You drugged him!?”  This was the first thing to come to mind.  It was the only reason as to why he would be on the floor like this.  Kim stepped over Rory and came to stand right in front of Jacinta, cocking her head to the right slightly.  “Maybe..” A cruel smile was forming upon her lips.  For some reason, she was easier to see in the darkness.  Why that was however was a mystery.  A slender hand, again cool to the touch graced the right side of Jacinta’s face causing her to inhale sharply.  She tried to draw her head back but it hit the man’s chest behind her.  That was enough for her to jerk forward again.

One of the bar staff handed Kim a champagne glass that was filled with a clear liquid.  She placed her finger in it and gave it a swirl before glancing up through her long eyelashes at the well restrained Jacinta.  “You can join him, you know J.”

Without warning, Kim gripped Jacinta’s jaw and tried to make her drink from the champagne glass.  Her nails cutting deep into Jacinta’s flesh. There was a burning hatred in her eyes.

“Rory!” A garbled cry coming from the poor girl who was being forced against her will.

 

~

LP-  As scattered as they were, Rory forgot his dreams as soon as his eyes blinked open. Things blurred for him. A deep heavy blur. There was consciousness and sound, and there was a mix of dreamy memories.

He remembered screaming, something with struggle. There were solid voices, stable, those which spoke of confidence and promise. They mixed with the fearful, the unsure, and the timid. Something was wrong with the second set of voices – they were unstable, although they were few. Or was it just one. He heard J’s voice. It sounded good. And he saw her too. She was running. She was running to him and it was outside. But she was running not because she wanted. She wore walking clothes, business clothes, clothes she wouldn’t use to run. And it was dark, and it was outside. Her eyes showed her to be afraid. Rory tried to look behind her in the blur of his dream, but there was a point at which his vision dropped off – low beams in the woods at midnight.

“…sure no one knows. Not one bit of what….”

 

That girl was there then. He smiled when he saw her. Something in his heart felt bad when the thought of J while he was still with her. But what she gave him was good – it felt so good. There was her color, her smile, her wit. There was the way she walked right in and moved his social borders to the side, as though they had no purpose whatsoever. It was as if she said, ‘We don’t need these here, do we?’

“…the two of them. I don’t need another Shastin brothers incident. As soon as he wakes up, I want you to…”

The cinnamon girl was there too. She smiled with her big bright teeth, clean teeth, and her laugh…her lips were just so natural and she knew it, didn’t she? She wore black, and Rory was helpless. In his warm slumber a gurgle escaped his mouth.

‘Simmen grrl.’

The sound and quick rumble of his own vocal chords brought him back into a state of fuller waking. He let the weight of his head drop to one side and saw another form there. J was sleeping in the quiet dull of a rusty yellow ceiling lamp, the wires of which were lost in the dark above it. Her body lay recumbent on a table, a white blanket covering her. ‘That’s good,’ Rory thought. ‘There’s a lot of scary things happening in this place. Sleeping’s best.’

“He’s awake.”

The incoming footsteps brought Rory closer to full consciousness.

 

“Mornin’, Sunshine.” The man’s voice was gruff; it matched his stature and color of his blurred form as Rory’s eyes made blinking struggle to give his body clarity. His stature loomed in the dim room, his head almost brushing the hanging light as he and a shorter girl crowded in on J’s resting form. The blur of Rory’s eyes eased into a slow clarity and the man’s dirty trench coat and worn boots gave him the away – a street man, someone who lived outside, survived on the concrete. And from his beard, unkempt and frayed, there was something worrisome about him, something that showed he wasn’t concerned with how others perceived him, moreso how others felt in general.

“Mmm?” J stirred as the two stopped over her.

“She’s still out for a bit. We can still get some work done, enough for starters anyway.” The large man’s form was blocking the body of the girl who spoke, but Rory recognized it without having to see her. “You sure this is the girl, though? The one you chased?”

“Yeah,” grunted the man. “‘At’s her. A real runner, too. I would have had to chase her more, but when I realized she was still headed here, I figured I’d save the energy.” He bent down to J’s face. “Probably got all your runnin’ for the week tonight, didn’ yeh?”

Rory listened and looked. The voices inside him were too scared to make a sound. He wanted to yell at J, tell her to look out and to find someway to get her out of there. Things were too scary. He wanted to get out of the scary parts of the night. They could talk about it later, but right now his dreams and things he was seeing weren’t very…where was this place? Things were wrong, but Rory didn’t quite know where.

 I hear you, he thought. I hear you when you tell me this is bad. Every one of the voices in his heard were pounding. They told him, screamed at him to do something. I know, he thought. I’m trying.

And he was trying – he was trying to move his body, but all he had to himself were his eyes, his mouth, this throat and the automatic breathing of his lungs. Yet his arms weren’t working, neither were his legs. Not his toes, his fingers or his torso. In several instances, he made a full body trial. ‘Where am I not working?’ was the thought. Nothing moved.

Frustrated, he began to sniffle. Tears formed in the ducts of his eyes, and one rolled over his cheek and dropped to the surface. He sniffled again and murmured through a pair of semi-functioning lips, “J-j-Jacin-ttaa.”

Another sniffle, and the tall man turned from J’s quiet form to face him. In the background, the girl behind was visible as well. It confirmed what he already knew.

Again, he tried to speak. “Simmen grrl.”

 

~

 

 

RB –  “Hello……Hello?”  A room without windows, without doors. The walls were like glass – black glass.  Shiny and smooth to touch.  Jacinta ran from wall to wall – pressing her hands up to the glass surface but she could only just make out her own reflection.  She was still dressed in the same clothes as the night of Rory’s birthday.  A strangled cry came from the very pit of her stomach as she continued to smack her palms to the glass walls.  There was nothing to grip onto.  No handles, no latches.  Just the cool smooth glass that formed the four walls, ceiling and floor of what was a prison.  Surely this was a dream  A dream from which Jacinta had no way of knowing how to wake.  This was one of Jacinta’s fears.  Being trapped in a  glass box with no way out.  Her heart started racing as the wave of panic started all over again.  “Why is this happening?”  The girl brought her curled fists up to the glass and beat at it repeatedly, till her hands were swollen and bruised.  The glass remained unaffected by her efforts however, and soon the girl turned and pressed her back to the glass – sliding down slowly into a crumpled heap.  Her head soon resting on her knees with her arms curling around her legs as she rocked back and forth.

The reality was far different from being trapped in a glass box.  Jacinta was laying still on an observation table beneath a rusting yellow ceiling lamp, much like the kind you would have seen in an old World war two movie,  like old war bunkers.  It was a far cry from the strobe lights of the Hub.  Whatever happened after Jacinta had been forced to drink from the champagne glass was all but a haze.  The last thing Jacinta remembered was the room spinning as she was consumed by a terrible darkness.

An assortment of coloured wires that were from several monitoring machines, were fed up and under the white blanket that covered most of her body up to her neck.  Her head was resting on a small u shaped support.  Jacinta’s face looked calm, serene almost.  How looks can be so deceiving.  Though the scruffy bearded man enjoyed seeing her like this.  Different from how she was when she was practically sprinting down the main street to get away.  Fast and in such serious footwear.  Jacinata made a sound, like she was rousing.  Perhaps it was due to the scent of his breath as he leered over her.

“Yeah, this is the one.”  A certainty in his voice when he looked over at Rory, who was now mumbling what sounded to be Jacinta’s name.  The trail of a single tear down his face indicated that he was starting to come around, and knew that his friend J was there.  It was the other name he said, that got Kim’s attention.

“Simmen grrl.”  That was what he called her.  Almost like a pet name, a nick name. It was almost cute.  His quiet sniffle brought Kim from her place at Jacinta’s side to walk over and caress the forehead of the incapacitated Rory.  “Shhhh.  You’ll only wear yourself out.   Don’t worry about J, she’s in good hands.”  A light head tilt and Kimmy assumed a more caring expression.  “You’ll thank me later.  I know you will.”  The corners of Kim’s mouth curled ever slightly as she continued to stroke the top of Rory’s head, before leaning in to plant a soft kiss on his lips.

 

“Miss Lloyd?  I thought I told you to bring me the Kenner file.”

The sheer glass walls warped and changed into that of her boss, Mister Hinkley’s office.  Jacinta had gone from being curled up near one of the glass walls, to standing in front of her boss’s desk.  She couldn’t remember why she was suddenly there, and why he was looking at her so oddly.

“Miss Lloyd?  Are you alright?”

“I…uhm.  I…”  Wide eyed, the young secretary looked at her reflection in the mirror, and she looked just as she had before she’d left the office the night of Rory’s birthday.  Why was this like experiencing a repeat of the same day?  Jacinta was completely lost.  Clueless as to what was happening.  Where were the glass walls?  Her breathing became shallow, as she fumbled with a folder that she was now clutching in her hand.  It was marked “Kenner Inc – Classified.”

“Jacinta…this is highly unprofessional.  I really did expect more from you.”  Her boss rose from his chair, and made his way slowly around his desk.  Raising his hand to button his jacket as though taking on a more formal appearance.  Jacinta was ready to hand over the file that was until the body outline of Mister Hinkley flickered.  Much like the way a television screen does with bad reception.

“Hand it over, Miss Lloyd and and then you can make a start on those presentations.”

“J-j-Jacin-ttaa.”  It was another voice and not just any voice.  It was Rory.

“Rory?”  She could not help but answer him.  Why did he sound like he was crying?  Better yet, where was he?  Jacinta clutched the file closer to her chest and took a step back from Mister Hinkley, who was now scowling at her angrily.

“Hand it over, Jacinta.” His voice had a gravel like consistency, which was nothing like how she knew him to be.  Her boss went to snatch the files, but it was at that moment his face changed to that of the man that had chased her through the streets.  That horrid man.

“Probably got all your runnin’ for the week tonight, didn’ yeh?”  The smell of his breath made her want to be sick.  The room started to swirl and break away, as a bright light shone from above.  Jacinta could feel the grip of a man’s hand upon her and though she tried to pull away, she was incapable of moving.

It was like she had no control over what was happening, but instead of going back into the glass walled room, she found herself lying flat on what must have been a table.  The steady hum of machines that blinked rapidly, along with an array of lights and stats started to come into focus.  Her eyes were opening, ever slowly.  Jacinta’s pupils changed to try and adjust to the light of the room that was directed down upon her.  There were tubes in her arms, IV’s and all across her chest and abdomen; small sensor pads that were stuck to her with a special tape.  Only when the face of the hooded man came into view did the true horror start to set in.  Had she been operated on?

“Simmen grrl.”

Jacinta turned her head towards the sound of what was Rory’s voice and what she saw made her physically sick.  It was the girl from the club and she was leaning over Rory, kissing his lips.  Was this another nightmare like in her boss’s office?  A surreal kind of dream?  Jacinta struggled within a body that simply would not obey her commands.  All she could do was turn her head.  Turn her head and watch the cruel display of Kim being affectionate to what she thought to be her man.

“J’s awake.  Just enough time for one last test.”  Again the bearded man spoke, and what he said made Jacinta’s blood run cold.  ~Test…what test?~  Kim glanced up from Rory, who was still unable to move or respond to what was happening to him. She took in the terrified look on the young girl’s face and smiled in triumph.  All she did to respond to the bearded man was nod…..and only once.

A quiet whimper was all that Jacinta could muster, as the bearded man was handed a needle from an unseen accomplice.  He forced the tip into the saline drip and started to press down to release the clear liquid that ran down the tubing and into Jacinta’s arm.  There was a sharp stinging sensation, before Jacinta’s eyes rolled into the back of her head.  If only she knew what they were doing.  Why she replayed her day before the party.  Who was this evil man and the cinnamon haired bitch?

As Jacinta once again lost consciousness, a door opened and a well dressed man in a grey suit entered the room. He looked like a banker, or lawyer.  Clean cut, perfect hair and chiseled chin.  Steel blue eyes coldly surveyed the room and then the two that were layed out on the tables.

“Good work.”  His words were curt as he closed the door behind him, only to face Kim who had stopped preening Rory’s hair.  This man in the suit.  He must have had some authority, since Kim backed away from the tables for him to inspect.

In the crook of his arm were some files, and on the one that faced outward was a snap shot, similar to a government photo.  The woman in the photo had much lighter hair, but the eyes were unmistakable.

It was Jacinta.

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A Little Red Dress – Chapter two

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The second in an erotic series that started with Cafe Discretions.  The new chapter is “A little red dress”, co written with TA, and is adult fiction – so reader beware.

 

RB–  It had been about a week since Alana had enjoyed the pleasures of the unknown gentleman at the Coffee house.  She had toyed with the business card he had handed her right before she had taken flight – sated and wet.  Thoughts, wicked ones had crossed her mind as she ran her thumb over the gold embossing.  Every so often she glanced at her phone.  Should she call?  It was not like he knew how to find her or even where she worked.  She was still very much a mystery to Alec, but one that he probably wanted to explore in more detail if given the chance.  It was tuesday evening, just about time to knock off work when Alana finally gave in.  Taking out the card once more, she silently stared at the card.  There was to be an office Christmas party hosted by her boss, Mister Ferguson.  Everyone was said to be going, and her boss had made it clear that he hoped she would give him a special surprise for his Christmas present.  He’d made advances towards her through the course of the year, and always liked a drink at the Christmas do.  She could imagine just how bad he would get, but then she thought of Alec.  Letting out a breath, she took up the phone and then pressed in his number.  Would he answer?  It was his business line.  Chances were he had a secretary of his own.  The phone started to ring….
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TA – A couple of days had gone by since he experienced  that lovely moment with Alana – he wondered if she would ever call. He had actually stayed away from the bistro for a time, just to let the aura of the encounter fade away a bit in the event they were noticed. However, he cared more about that killer body he had been able to have liberties with, and whenever he walked the block or two from the office, his eyes were always open. He tried to imagine what her life was – of course they hadn’t talked about themselves beyond their wants, so did he want to know more, or did he just want to bang her. His desk was covered with paperwork that wasn’t going to get done on its own, so he thought about spending a few more hours at work. He knew with the holidays coming normal schedules would be different so she was probably out of town, a lot Englanders liked to get out of the city for the week, and he wondered about driving out to spend a few days with his family. He looked at the paperwork, glanced out the window, and decided to get up and stretch a little bit, get the blood flowing. He imagined again Alana in her own world, wondered how she spent her evening and began to fantasize a lovely woman that tossed everything aside at night to just lounge with her legs spread over a divan, like any stunning woman would in her free tie. He imagined her taking her fingertips and beginning a slow tease across her skin, sipping wine, and then he wondered if he might be the image in her mind. Hiss phone began to vibe in his pocket, and he reached inside pulled out the phone and a number appeared that wasn’t familiar. His policy to not answer unknown calls given his profession, so he let it go to voice mail. He thought if they really want his attention they’ll drop him a message. He didn’t even think about her actually making the call, but after it moved to voice mail, he returned to his desk and began hitting the paperwork.
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RB– Alana waited for the sound of Alec’s voice on the other end, and she got it….but it was his voice mail message. ‘Great..’ she thought for a moment, as she waited for the right moment to speak.  Alana swiveled in her chair and stared out of the office window at the city that was spread out before her.  He was out there, somewhere.  Finally the beep sounded, and that was Alana’s cue.
“Alec.  I don’t normally leave messages, but in this case I guess I will.  I’m not sure if you remember me.”  She paused for a moment and frowned.  God, that sounded pathetic.  She could do so much better.  “It’s Alana.  I happen to be attending a little do here at the office tomorrow night and I wondered if you might like to come….come..and have a drink.”  Her voice became softer as a client entered the office and nodded at Alana – he had an appointment.  Knowing she had an audience, Alana changed tact.  “I believe I owe you a drink at least.  You have no idea how much I enjoyed your company.”  This was said with a sultry tone, as she then went to give him the details of the address and the floor – along with the time.  Alana closed the phone and set it down as she looked back at Mr Jansen, the new client.
“You’re early.  I like that.  Let’s get down to business.”
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TA – the ding went off on his phone so he decided to listen to the message. The moment he heard her voice his demeanor changed. He immediately got up and shut the door to his office, and walked to the windows. Her voice was in his head, and he chuckled at the first couple of lines. He certainly didn’t expect that vulnerable tone from this delicious barracuda he had submitted to the other day, but then realized we don’t always know people beyond their exterior facade. He listened with intent to the address she’d given him, “17th floor, 2042” he scratched on his notepad, and then put his phone down on the desk. He stood there for a minute and looked at the phone. He immediately thought he might be staying in town for the next couple of days.
‘Heh” he laughed to himself. She called him. It wasn’t an arrogant laugh, there was no tone of confidence, he simply remarked at the fact she reached out. He walked over to the window and looked directly at her building, surveyed the floors and tried to determine where the law offices began. He knew it was around the 14th or 15th floor and then stretched upwards five floors. He has sent a few clients that way. He imagined their offices being directly across from each other. He imagined he might be looking right at her, but had no idea of that even being a remote possibility. He picked up his phone, threw a few papers into his satchel, walked over to the windows and dialed … feeling a sense of arousal just with the notion of her making a connection.
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 RB– The night of the Office party had arrived, and thankfully Alana had been able to duck back to her apartment and change into something a little more festive.  A knockout red cocktail dress with matching heels and sheer stockings.  Gold diamond earrings finished off the dress nicely, and she wore her hair in a loose bun, with the curls that framed her face giving her a much softer look.  Alana checked herself in the mirror before she was to head to the door, and was happy with the effect.  Very festive.  She was practically a present waiting to be unwrapped.  If only by the right person.  Thoughts again returned to Alec, and she felt herself glow at the idea of his presence.  How he made her feel, his touch.  They had seen each other so many times before the encounter, but not in the days that followed.  This made the want for him grow all the more.  Oh yes, the nights she lay upon her cotton doona – imagining that her fingers were in fact his.  His face, his voice had filled her nights, if only it was just her imagination.  Alana hoped that this night might lead to more.  Happy with herself, she grabbed her clutch and headed for the door.
 
 Driving into the underground car park of her office building, the silver Mercedes pulled up in the last row of spaces.  The lights dimmed, and Alana quickly checked her phone.  He hadn’t called back, but maybe that was done on purpose.  She called him.  Usually, it was the other way around.  Would he even come?  Alana undid her seat belt and opened the door of her car, stepping out gracefully, and reaching for her purse.  She slammed the door, which caused an echo in the car park.  The alarm triggered and the flash of yellow lights faded.  Looking about and not seeing anyone else about, she headed for the lift.  Her hair bounced lightly upon her shoulder as she walked with a pronounced strut.  Her red heels clacking on the concrete floor of the car park as she stopped before the lift and tapped the up button.
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 TA – He held onto the phone and just looked at the number, and wondered if he should hit send or just walk over and surprise her. He thought, hell, everything has been spontaneous, I’ll just walk over. He took off his tie and dropped it in his office drawer with the others, loosened up the top button, rolled his sleeves back a flap or two … going for that casual, and hot enough outside he didn’t need his sport coat. He walked over to the bar, and poured himself a scotch, leaned into the cherry wood counter and caught his eyes in the mirror. “Okay, so who am I today?” The lonely bachelor, or the ‘everyman’ that women want. He knew the scotch would help define that and slugged it down. 
 
 He walked over to the window and imagined her readying herself for the Christmas party. The fact she was inviting him indicated she would be bored as hell, and this would be an easy invitation to ask her to get out of there soon after they arrived. He walked out of the office, and pushed the down button on the elevator. Sally said good night and he realized he had ignored her, and turned around and smiled and said, “oh, damn I didn’t even say good night” “you have a wonderful holiday alright, and drive safe, I’ll see you on Monday.” She smiled and nodded that knowing glance that said to him she would always hold onto that night last spring. The doors opened and he got on – leaned against the wall, and as the lift began to descent imagined doing it with Alana in this little square box. Hmm, could work.
 
 He walked into the evening heat, and strolled across the street in sort of a brisk jog seeing a gap in the normally constant traffic, and walked into the glass doors fo the office building. The attendant asked him to sign in, and said ‘office party right?’ He said ‘yes’ and was glad he didn’t have to explain, and realized his demeanor was inviting. He walked across to the elevator and before pushing the button, scanned the directory to see if her name came up in the listing. The print was very small and only listed last names.
 The elevator door opened … 
 
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 RB–  The door to the elevator opened at the foyer, much to Alana’s surprise.  She thought that the lift would go straight up.  Castling her blue eyes up to who it was that had rung for the lift, she was taken in by the man standing there waiting.  It was Alec.  At first, Alana was left speechless to see him there.  He looked incredible.  No, wrong word. He looked fuckable.  Alana chewed her lip as she asked demurely.  “Going up?” Almost like she pretended not to know him.  Well, she didn’t know him as well as she had wanted too.  Alana moved to the left side of the lift, so that he could easily come in and press the button to make the lift close.  Something told her it was going to be a long ride to her floor.  One of her core fantasies was doing it in a lift.  Something about being trapped in a confined space and no way out.  Alana reached for one of the hand rails, and curled her fingers around it. This showed off her perfectly polished nails.  Fire engine red, just like her dress.  
 
 No one else was there to use the lift, so it would just be the two of them riding up.  Once he got in….who knew what would happen.  Needless to say, the security officer in the foyer would be the only privileged to get a special screening of their second encounter.
 
 One of Alana’s pencil straps slid off her shoulder, and she gently moved her hand to draw it back up into place.  Her perfume was scented with rose and lilac.  The fragrance intoxicating as the doors closed.  Sealing them in.
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 TA – Shocked by her presence he was immediately drawn to her red dress, and glanced around for a minute and casually strolled onto the lift and closed the door, winking at the security guard as he disappeared behind the metal. He then turned immediately to her and reached her hand and casually let her let go of the strap, and wrapped his fingertips underneath and slowly slid it down her shoulder letting his fingertip slide along her naked skin. He was intoxicated by her perfume, and immediately took his other hand and began to lower her other strap, not to undress her but simply to have access to her naked shoulders. He knew her delicious bodice would have no issue holding her dress in place. As his lips sought her he watched her fingertips reach the stop button on the lift, and while in motion, she pushed it in, and the car slowly slid to a gradual stop. At that same time, their lips connected and he welcomed the beauty of her passionate kiss driving his tongue inside in a manner that only spoke of his need to show her how much he wanted to continue penetrating her. She reciprocated by putting her hands on his ass and pulling him into her waiting hips, his hands sliding down her arms, while he let his tongue slide out of her mouth, and upon her neck. He wanted to take time on her shoulders, feeling her gasps as he sensed her shoulders coming alive with the soft touch of his teasing lips, her hand now reaching the back of his head and fingertips wrapping in his hair as she pulled his head upon her aching skin. His hands met her hips and he gently moved her body, in a manner that said “I want your ass please’ and turned her around, she letting go of his head and letting her hands wrap around the rails feeling him pressing his erection along the side of her body as he moved her into place. While sliding his tongue along her neck his hands slowly pulled the silky fabric of her dress above her hips, and yes he discovered she was pantiless. Just as he began to slide his hand under her ass, she placed her fingertips around his wrist, to indicate a pause, and spoke …
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RB– Of course she wasn’t wearing panties.  Her purse was only so big and after their last encounter, Alana wanted to be ready.  She was already heady from the way he entered the lift and took to her.  Tasting the sweetness of her lips, moving his fingers to make the pencil strap fall so he had full access to her naked shoulder.  Oh, she had dreamed of this moment, and it was every bit as good as her imagination had explored.  In the coffee shop, Alana had been bold in what she wanted and how she got it.  A public display and yet kept so discrete.  This was different.  No doubt the security guard was enjoying himself as he watched the events unfolding on his tiny screen.  
In the lift, things were hotting up.  Alec had turned Alana around so that she was gripping the railing now with both hands.  The slight feeling of air was growing, as her dress started to raise when Alec picked at the hem and moved it slyly up her thigh and over her bare ass.  Alana caught her breath, and reached around to take his wrist.  They both paused for what was the longest few seconds till she said.  
“Don’t hold back.  I want you to go as hard and fast as you can.”
Alana gave a little wiggle of her hips, then pressed her backside out invitingly towards him.  She slowly released his wrist, and instead reached up for her hair pin, which she slid out slowly, allowing her dark hair to cascade down in a torrent upon her back.  Alana purred with a throaty richness.  A light trickling was already going down the inside of her inner thigh.  She was aroused beyond measure, and wanted him to seize the day. Alana glanced over her shoulder and he saw the flash of lust in her eyes.
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TA – This was all he needed as he listened to her words feeling his erection wanting to pop. He didn’t need her hands yet, this was the moment, the zip less fuck that he first experienced when reading Erica Jong’s ‘Fear of Flying‘ when he was a teenager.He reached his fingertips inside of her and spread her lips knowing her readiness, and unbuckled his slacks with his free hand while swallowing her shoulders, lost in her aroma … He slid his slacks down with his free hand and brought his wet fingertips up to his lips and dripped his saliva into the palm of his hand, reached the tip of his cock and an saturated it with the sweet gel of slide to make the entrance easy, grabbed his shaft and slid his dick underneath her ass, with fingertips guiding the head of his cock felt her lips and slowly slid the head inside guided by her gasps, pushed more, suddenly feeling her grip his cock and relishing in her strength. Now inside he placed his hands on the elevator wall, stepped away from her legs just a tad, while she grabbed onto the rails and let her breasts ease into the cold metallic of the wall. The only thing connecting them was the girth of his penis in her tight vagina, and he now slid slowly inside, and retreated, slowly inside and retreated, being careful to not touch any other skin. She reared her head back and her flowing her teased his chest while he continued to play with her anticipation, finally letting his lips fall back onto her shoulders, now beginning a more steady and necessary rhythm, her gasps turning to moans, her ass pushing against him with every thrust. He was going to cum, rather than fuck around with any affection. He now decided he was just going to slam her until he exploded. He wondered about how she was reacting inside at this point.
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RB–  The cold of the metal wall seared her nipples to the point that they were taut beyond belief.  Her sweet mounds being pressed up hard to the elevator wall with each thrust.  Course, she let him take charge, holding her in such a way, that only his engorged cock was touching her.  It was doing more than touching though – drilling her slowly.  Teasing.  It was like he was torturing her to see how she would respond.  A small cry emitted from her lips, as she clearly wanted more than this.  Her ribbed insides squeezed and locked upon him each time, only to feel him withdraw from her slowly.  It was driving her insane, and she started to push back in a show of eagerness to please and be pleased.  Her own hair was now tickling her naked back, and it wasn’t until she felt the press of his lips on her skin that she let out a moan of aching need.  Alec had changed his rhythm to now being slightly faster.  Alana grit her teeth.  Between her thighs the ache was growing.  She could feel him thicken inside her and in her mind she could picture him behind her – ready to hunch over and hammer her wildly.  Suddenly, Alana wanted to make this last.  Not to have him simply explode in her, but change gears and have him experience her in ways she had only dreamed.  Hardly believing what she was about to do, she pulled forward so he would have left her body.  Turning sharply so that she now faced him, she licked her lips and whispered in a hoarse voice.
“I’m dying to taste you.”  
  
At that moment she sank to her knees before him.  Luckily the bottom of the lift was carpeted.  Alana’s dress had now dropped to expose her breasts and she gazed up at him as she placed her hands behind her back.  Ripe red lips waiting for him to take her by the head.  She wanted to be his gift for Christmas.  At first she nudged his cock with her nose, then let it slide along her cheek.  Her tongue danced around the head teasing.  She knew that he could not resist such an invitation.  To take her head and then guide himself into her waiting mouth.  Her red lips parted as she slowly started to take him in…down to the back of her throat.
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TA – Where did this woman come from he thought to himself as he put his hands on her the side of her head and just held on. She was doing all the work, he didn’t have to pump, he just let her tongue and lips drive him crazy. The way she took her tongue and ran it along the base of his cock and slowly crawled up to the head was delightful, and then when she with desire spent time sucking on the middle of his shaft, it was like she was designed for his cock alone. No one had ever caught the sensation of his cock in such a delicious manner. As she worked on his cock, he slowly took a couple of steps back so he could lean against the wall instead of falling on top of her as her prowess was causing his legs to turn to rubber. He hit the wall, and just submitted, feeling her lips now sliding him towards orgasm, her hand cupping his balls. He was about to explode, and looked down at her, and noticed her eyes looking for him as her mouth made deliberate slides on his cock. She gave him a nod with a smile, and went to town. As he began to anticipate his explosion he wondered about how she would handle it, I mean ‘Jesus Christ’ he said in a whisper they were in a public elevator. She focused on the head of his cock, knowing it was close, tasting his precum, and now stroked his cock feverishly feeling him grow more restless, his breath giving moan to each stroke of her hands. His hands on her head now he held on for dear life as he began to cum, expecting her to pull her head away but instead she stayed firmly attached – her mouth with phenomenal strength holding onto to every squire of cum releasing into her mouth. She tightened her lips around him and rode him to orgasm, waiting a couple of seconds to be sure, and then audibly swallowing, letting his cock free while she took her tongue and cleaned the shaft of his cock. He leaned back on the wall, and felt her lips begin to kiss his abdomen as she slowly rose lips now kissing his nipples, sliding upon his shoulders until he
 felt her mouth reach his ear. She whispered, “Fuck the party, my car is down a couple of floors.” She let her dress down while he pulled up his slacks, lips pressed together while they readied themselves, and turned and pulled out the stop button …
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 RB–  Alana slyly raised a finger to the corner of her mouth, where there was just the hint of his jizz on her lips.  Skillfully she wiped it off then sucked her finger as she went to pull out the stop button and allow the lift to move once more.  Alana herself had yet to enjoy an orgasm with her newest lover, but that was going to happen.  Just not in the lift.  She still could taste Alec’s come in her mouth and she made a purr like sound at how good it tasted.  The door to the lift suddenly opened at the floor of her office and her boss was standing right there.  He looked shocked by Alana’s appearance, and least to say the man standing in behind her was one he had never seen before.
 
 “Alana…you’re late.”
 
 “No, actually I just came up to wish you a Happy Christmas.  Sorry, something just came up.”  She giggled as she wiggled her fingers at her boss and then pressed the button for the car park.  The doors slid to a close with a very annoyed looking man left to explain Alana’s behavior to the rest of the staff.  That wasn’t exactly the kind of present he had wanted from her.  That….was going to Alec.  Turning around slightly as the lift started to descend back to where she had her car parked, Alana said  “I don’t live far.”  
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