amorphical

Fight Club

Mitzuki rolled her eyes at her drinking buddy. "Man you've got your work cut out for you." His innocence was refreshing too often the men in her life were very handsy and ready to go, she found the hesitance uncharted territory. "So... You want to tell me the typical night in the Hanzo home? I don't need the details just the broad generalization."

Aki gave a shy look. Were they really doing this? He sighed, "Fine..." Hanzo was about to star but the general and more recent moments of intimacy began with fights. The realization of this truth as he sat there with her only made the company man shake his head in disbelief. "In the first year of marriage we would in the morning waking up early before work and well, it was great spending the time together right up to the very last second."

She slapped the back of his head. "Baka! Rushing the moment is bad! You're not supposed to... Whatever just tell me you got better?"

He shook his head no. "It was hard to find the time even when I would come home and she was there waiting in her naughty spring dress with the deep square neck and white stockings that hinted at more I was just dead tired. Even trying to catch some sleep on the train or drinking caffeine it was just a lack of enthusiasm. Gods knew I wanted to and I knew the effort on her part to keep it going I felt bad for no being more of a participant. Which is why I asked for the mornings. It was better at first. But the lack of spontaneity made it..."

"Into a chore." Mitzuki rolled her eyes interjecting. "Yeah I can see that. Time off was a no and that house was a real money drain matched with the education I bet you are just making it and no space in the budget to go to places. You should have come to me I can help find secluded little places you two could..." She watched him shake his head no. "Listen no money means you should use it as an excuse to be more spontaneous in certain places. I bet being so pent up she would be more willing than you might guess." She watched him consider it.

"I'm sure you could do it but I dont think I could." He folded his arms across his chest firm in the stance.

"Oh? this coming from a man who earlier tonight had two girls in his office and one under his desk. I think you could after that. Just read something trashy there are a lot of ideas in them for you to use. Some women actually like them too, its not just fantasies for guys you know?" Her voice turning more sultry towards the end.

He shifted in his seat giving her side glances.

Seeing his stance waver she hopped up and with a red face headed to her room. Returning after a minute. Her face beat red as she shyly handed them to him to look at. "Here, look through these your safe here so dont hold back I wont tell. Besides if I did I'd be in just as much hot water as you." Seeing his hand move to the small stack of smut she needed more beer. The long time friend grabbed two more from the fridge and set them down on the table. She instantly sat down and popped it open taking a long pull while she watched him thumb through her own fantasies. Her face quickly flush with pale pink.

Aki looked through them some spicier than others all of them holding secrete rendezvous. His eyes looked away at some of the more intimate scenes as he read the contents and looked at the locations. The bath house, a small alleyway, movie theater, abandoned building, even a secluded section of a public park!

"Well a lot of those are just suggestions as some locations are more unrealistic then others. You could just take her to a love hotel or some other place that you know would be safe for the two of you. There are a lot of cheap options. These ones while more dangerous are very cheap. You'd be surprised how much action the sea wall experiences in the cove." She gave a stretch with her arms high over head hoping he would look. He smile becoming more self gratifying as she caught him.

He popped the beer and didnt stop until half of it was gone. Hoping the gods would take pity on him if he were drunk. He reread one where the woman was in the trench coat and walking arm and arm while they did some shopping. "No way she would ever do that. Also why do you assume it was just me? Has she ever told you of things like this?"

She nodded shyly as she avoided his gaze. "She's had a little wild streak that she keeps hidden. It was why I was surprised that you hadn't done more. I can believe she wouldn't tell you them. You seemed like the more vanilla type, sorry."

Maybe it was the beer, or the spicy manga, "Yeah it might be." He stood up and moved to the sofa laying down and rereading the comic. He didnt realize she was walking behind him until he looked up after turning a page to find her sitting in the chair across the coffee table. "So since we've gotten this far mind telling me a few of these secrete fantasies?"

The two talked into the night with the light weight nodding off mid sentence to he dismay. She took a picture holding the moment where possibilities could have bloomed before walking down the short hall to her room and shutting the door. Getting him to the train would be a pain with the turn around from the station and then the drive in traffic to work. Laying there Mitzuki thought of why the quiet one got so damn lucky.

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

117

Enemy, Mine

TBC]]

Samara

Enemy, Mine

"Heartache"

Blood saturated the ground as the tears fell from her eyes. The monster had come and claimed the village in its wake as she was at the citadel praying for her children. Now in their blood she lined the soil with forbidden runes flooding her mind as she raged from within. Their deaths meaningless at first, she would give them meaning and the deadly revenge their short lives demanded! Her hands moved with purpose as the images and design seemed to come from some dark void that tenderly whispered to the grieving mother its dark secretes. Slowly under the light of the full moon the lines crossed and darkness ebbed from them upward to the woman as she unknowingly chanted to them a vile lullaby.

With the blood of her youngest she lifted the bucket and bathed her form in the cold thick fluid. "I offer myself as your vessel! Use this form as your weapon to enact my vengeance!" For a moment she would sit there cold seeing the heat from her skin rise into the cold winter air. Tears formed streaking their way down her cheeks as she screamed up into the heavens frustrated. The lines glowed softly illuminating the things she had previously missed were now all around her writhing from the ground. Only visible from the unholy light they promised unspeakable agony at their touch, a promise they delivered and so much more.

In unison they stabbed their tips through the frail human form feeling like a thousand spears each with a cold ice frozen tip. It would be only the beginning as the woman felt her bones break and shift under her skin as the once human form morphed into a visage that mirrored the vile hatred in her own heart. Whomever the mother of three once was, now underwent a transformation torn apart in mind, body, and soul. The pact made the bargain struck as the creature from the bowels of the abyss came to answer her dark wish. The six eyes glowing green darted about independently the head with maw agape sniffed the ground about the bodies as it found the scent.

On its four limbs it launched itself into the night air and leapt high among the tree tops with its new strength. Falling into the snowy ground with a huge explosive thud as the snow flew about the dark thing. It found the train six horses and the blood still fresh on the cultists garments lead the motherly beast over three days strait to their encampment. On the third night she caught up with them, all resting in tarp tents minus the newest recruit standing watch over the fire in the center. The long blood colored tendril stretched out from its maw to lick the snow from its head. The meal was so very close, and better still unaware of their role in this act.

The cult leader slept soundly as the snow fell around his encampment. His followers now blessed in the blood of the villagers would be excellent offerings when they returned to the cavernous shrine to the faceless god.

As the newly blessed cultist slept soundly still face encrusted in the blood of the victims from the village he tried to sleep only seeing visions of their faces contorted in fear and pain as the blades sank deeply into the soft flesh, ear piercing screams still sang to him still in his nightmares. Droplets of what felt like sweat dripped onto his face down the sides of his head droplets from above. As the man opened his eyes the maw descended around his head. The moist cavernous void smelled like fresh death as he screamed desperate for his nightmare to end. It did not, the muffled cries ended as the shark toothed jaws crushed the fleshy parts that connected the poor sod to the rest of his body. One of the six eyes teared a clear acidic fluid that burned the flesh as it sild against the creatures skin. The nightmare slowly withdrew from one tent to enter another.

A Dark tendril resembling burned skin slid around the sleepers foot before slowly dragging the sleeper to the entrance. He snickered as the sensation of something tickling his sole stirred him to the waking world. As his eyes gazed upward at the horror the mans mouth hung open in a silent scream to the nightmare born from madness had licked the flesh from his foot. Before he could draw his next breath three clawed limbs plunged into his chest cavity, breaking ribs, filling his lungs with blood. Hanson coughed up blood in the final act before being pulled into the demons maw with a sickening crunch.

She cried as the flavor and scent of her children filled the monsters mouth. The ruckus causing the one by the fire to move so she leapt into the trees. watching as the human tried his best to pierce the dark night. The second she saw the youth turn his back she let her claws pull free from the wood. As she fell the last sound of a wet sickening crush of the cultist was no where near as satisfying as she wised it to be. Even as he twitched after death she bit off an arm annoyed he was blessed to be free so soon from her wrath. The heavy thud was now the sound and the others rose from the tents.

Four cloaked figures with sickles still stained red with villager blood shined in the fire light. The leader chanted as his boney finger pointed at the motherly nightmare. The other three hesitated at first getting their spacing and distance from the void nightmare. It mattered little. The creatures multilimbed form made the effort meaningless at best. Each member received their own barbed tendril or taloned limb to some part of their bodies. Each screamed out in agonizing pain as the the limb tightened its grip before drawing one by one a murderer to their fate with the maw eagerly awaiting to embrace them. Each cried out for help, to deaf gods and immobile saints to help him now. The others cried or puked as the brother was fed head first to the vile nightmares drooling jaws. The silence that followed after the first sickening crunch as the body headless squirmed and twitched. Pulling the next victim in closer only to belch a hot load of stomach acid over the poor sod melting him down to the rib cage. This lead the remaining still held victim to puke of his own innards before the creature would squeezed his waist pinching the man in two.

Finished with the rite the black tendrils burst from the ground but halted their advance on her new blessed form. The Leaders face turned to disbelief as the rite was turned towards himself and the dark vines bound the mans arms and legs in place. Even as the creature approached him he cursed and struggled only in vain against the powers of the void. The mortal had no leverage in this fight against ill gotten fate and the mothers love. His last moments staring into her six eyes as he spat onto her form in revolt. The mother growled before offering a prayer to the denizens below. The many different limbs reaching from the cracked earth and grabbing a body part as the flames licked his flesh slowly before the figure sank to his eternal reward.

The other howled into the cold winter air as the deal was done. The final spark of what was Elenore D'naris faded from memory. Unfettered of conscience the creature sniffed the crisp air again catching the scent of a sleeping villa so ripe with pure souls. Squatting low it flexed its muscular form before leaping into the air above the trees once more towards the innocent and chaste...

Enemy, Mine

"Heartache" mother.

My Heartache

Ban the User Above You

@Raptra
Banned because its been far too long.

Realms of Sun & Shadow

____________________________
Eye of the beholder

The monster in her cave watched with baited breath both as the servant girl Syraeia climbed the stairs to the second floor but also as the other servant came closer. She took every step, every sway of her hips, and most importantly her delicious feelings still so fresh from the Princess into her gaze. Looking up with the ruby eyes she fed deeply like some reacquainted lover hungrily vying for their companions attention. This server with the semi calm outward demeanor felt like a flood of emotions beneath the surface! [*feeding begins]Perhaps Oliva underestimated just how thirsty she had become, maybe it was the teasing sip from her companion that lit the hunger spark deep within her own body. Whatever the reason she felt the rush of fresh affection like honey pouring down her body thick and sweet. A subtle moan slipped past her full lips, without realization as she slowly tried to stand only to hear a warning like a spirit of the past telling her to sit. The dark haired green eyed server was a true delicacy that lingered on. Being so close to the source the dark being could nearly see it like heat ripples off a stove shimmering in the air just above the young woman's skin. Much like the steam from a freshly baked pie daring for onlookers to take a bite. Bite Olivia did, in a sense, yet far deeper then any creature in the forests dared to dream.

Alex watched the exchange seeing his lady looking out from the fur at the servant girl coming closer. Getting more than a little distracted from the milk chocolate figure gently bouncing as she walked to the table. Knowing the effect those eyes had on the people that met Octavia's blood gaze. Like before he recalled the timing and started to count silently in his head though the man himself didn't really know when the feeding started or how late it was. Wait he was suppose to talk to her? "We need more food and some fresh ale. I think our companion would like to freshen up so if you would just leave the rest to me I can assure you this table tips heavily." He paused trying to think but his eyes were elsewhere.

John was mostly quiet observing the exchange with his brother and the servant girl. It was hard not to see why. Not many alluring girls back in the village, this young woman was that and more. In fact it was only when the dark furs rose into view did he remember she was in the room. "Oh shit. Um ...brother?" He swatted the older sons arm with a look of concern.

"Huh?" He glanced over to notice she was standing with her hand on the tavern girls shoulder. His head turned to the furs as a look of fear spread across his face! His brother was closer to the dark figures back. "NOW DO IT NOW!" Alex shouted, panicked forgetting the timer it would have to be enough.

John reached up with one hand pulling the hood down over the creatures eyes before locking his arms around her shoulders and shoving her forcefully to the chair breaking the link. John thanking the gods this monster was not one for strength. He held her fast feeling the slender figure squirming and grunting beneath the cloak of blackest night slowly subside. Only when the final struggle played out and the milk hand patted his arm did the burly man release his charge.

She sat for a good moment not daring to look up. Her head felt light after such a meal. Drunk off the woman's passion felt so sensual swirling about the pit that she poured it into. The emotion becoming her new favorite meal, as it was her first taste of such a sweetness that played on her hunger. The inner pit sated for now she slowly pulled out more coins leaving then on the table letting the two brothers fend for an excuse to what just happened. She rose again. A sultry soft tone as the hood turned to the other woman at the table. "Delicious." Not waiting for any remark the shadow moved to the stairs.

Alex and his brother exchanged glances before looking at the green eyed tavern girl. Jonh sitting after the tussle with their charge moved to kick his brother under the table to act.

"Right, ale, more of that and um... please keep the rest." He slid the coins to the woman hoping she didn't call the guards or create any problems. Normally anyone the Lady fed from was a criminal and died. When they had tried it in the forests on the trail here Alex felt numb inside. Like the fear she had been the sole cause of ripped the emotion from his body leaving a hole of sorts that healed over time. Reminding him of pulling trees stumps to clear land. The red headed man could only try to imagine the lingering effects the Lady had over this woman.
_____________________

Using those slightly pointe ears the cloaked one moved following the sounds to the room that would hold her true target. That petite wonder of a woman with her large jewel of an eye. A visage of death all in black silently moved down the hall to stop before the door. She felt gitty from the feeding of passion. It was definitely a first and Olivia loved its sweet flavor, it almost resembled that one time during a particularly long court discussion when she was younger and imbibed on too much brandy wine. Not one to intimidate and wanting this next meeting to start on a good note the lady lowered the hood and pulled back the cloak exposing the figure beneath. The milk white skin against the dark earthen tones was hopefully something that would appeal to her... well it would just have to revel its title later. Pausing by the door to listen in to the tune Syraeia was humming. A gentle knock against the wooden door frame to announce she was there. Olivia might have felt nervous if not for the tipsy feeling the feeding now gave her. Indeed the lady was feeling a little bold tonight.

Stepping into the room and gently shutting the door behind her. The lady in her long back skirt and brown sued corset stood before the other blight borne. "...." She blushed face to face the words left her throat and mind. The scene felt like her life was on a path she never prepared for. A lady in a room with a blight borne and so isolated. The guards down stairs half drunk would never reach Olivia in time. A moment suspended in time where anything could happen and her words failed her! The pale lady's eyes went wide in disbelief as she faced away momentarily trying to think of the things she wished to say. It must be what the first person felt like seeing the moon in the heavens. "I am, Olivia..." Her voice shy and demure. All those years of royal training and now she stood there before the petite Syraeia feeling like some simple village girl swooning on her first crush. Casting a side glance at the woman noticing she had removed the brown cloak from earlier. "I was hoping we might sit together, and talk."

-mentions
@Girlie Go Boom
@PrinceAlexus

Ban the User Above You

@hanzo

Banned while trying to increase my post count XD

How high can we count before a mod gets involved?

112

Word association Game!

solar