Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Back into her drawling explanations did the mutt go, her little act of futility, her attempt to prove she knew what she was doing or at least had an idea how this process worked, a little inclination on her own game of chess but in reality she played a step ahead- and Jo was already manufacturing check mate, for Myra this was it hell, for Myra she probably imagined they were already passed the game werent they? It was sort of cute, wasnt it? the way she was beginning to take pride in it, take pride in her folly as all did before their last breath, she truly was hubris, no night-walker ever gained a thing from the sun, especially not by flying too close to it. and yet, for some reason the acceptance of her terms came with a certain ominous sort of feeling, a beginning end as it were. Internally she was prepared to groan at the thought of once again linking her fates with a Lycan if she didnt act fast on this opportunity, this time around, who knew what this one could take from her? Faith was gone, there was still so much she held very dearly, her children, her coven, her no-life itself what might this one be capable of with all her pride and wrath, her gluttony in lust, even now in these negotiations she couldnt restrain herself from exploring her body with those dirty paws of hers, though effects were beginning in more than just those two hardened nubs tugging the chest of her sheer dress taught. Yes, yes, Im aware Tirus taught you the rudimentary, and you were once human which means you at least understand vicariously the meaning of restraint for realization of intentions in negotiation. She insulted quite cooly, though much like Myra there was an unmistakeable edge of grain in her voice. To no one else, but herself, she had to admit the contrast of the Lycans hot flesh against hers so naturally icy it felt curiously nice. that thought would be strangled out of her before she could breathe life into it however. A small waver in her came about when Myra suckled at her flesh, a ripple of heat from the Lycans lips flowing through her. She wasnt becoming aroused by the advances, more taken off guard, having a severe amount of trouble keeping herself from snapping, from snatching or trying to dig her nails into the woman, force her away, she had to remain calm though, it was the only advantage she had at this time after all. Ill worry about my own, you worry about yours. Unlike you, my will, love, trust are all implicit nothing in your world can be implicit if a melee decides who rules. Just try not to get killed barking orders to the other runts in your litte-sssth! she hissed as the hand found the inside of her thigh skin that had only been tended to by one for so long and it felt like so long since that tender touch had found her, a plunge inside, a brief second of vertigo before she restored herself, and yet, still there was no slap, no swat, no struggle completely placid she remained. Her eyes narrowed, her teeth clenching, incisors reaching their full length and strident point a severe overbite keeping them from breaking skin or gum, all her features seemed to sharpen for a second, her face wrinkling along with her nose, every muscle in her body tightening, till not a thing, limp, dangling, at Myras mercy. Her lips at her ear, she was sure if she were human shed shudder and quake at each breath that rolled through but the sensation of being tickled was impossible to feel for a vampire, a strange fact few outside their kind knew or cared to, the little things, biting tinfoil or a cotton ball, knives and forms scraping on dinner plates, those strange glitches in the brain that caused skin to crawl and tingles marching they lost those with their humanity so breath through her ear was just that, air passing through a dead canal but it wasnt the feeling that had her cringe, it was what it represented. For the second time in their budding rivalry Jo gasped, though far less dramatic than the first as her brows knit together in perplexing debate. The avariciousness of this fucking bitch! How dare she?! It would be a blow to her pride, allowing a fucking mutt to bed her, but for her children? For comfort and a further prospect for her children for the greater good of each and every little love she provided for should it really be so hard to sacrifice a point of pride for their sakes? Her heart twisted with such raw unfettered emotion she almost questioned if the long dead organ beat! And for the first time your ignorance truly surprises me. She growled lowly. Utterly aghast I am. Jo went on to admit, and true, it was, she was ! Was her pride really so important to her shed take from the mouths of her children to maintain it? or was this another opportunity in disguise? Once. She whispered, eyes narrowing to a glare of disgust as she turned her head away from Myra, her short white-gold hair brushing along the womans cheek, beguiling scent releasing from the tresses in a passive flourish of her abilities. You may bed me once, once only this offer, however, is non-negotiable. -hate herself, love herself, rationalize it or justify it ignore it or embrace the genius of it all what she did next was something shed never really be able to prepare for, a pact with a Lycan no matter what the motives was sin, what did that make this? her hand reached down, no longer so lethargic, taking Myra by the wrist she slid her long slender fingers down to hers, each of her finger tips finding the crooks between Myras knuckles, guiding her hand not to her lower thigh but rather up, slightly to one side, grinding those pearly white teeth of hers together as she found that heat, so enticing, cup the sheer fabric loose to her crotch. Take it or leave it mutt. The final words tasting so viciously acrid on her tongue as she hung her head in shame she previously seemed incapable of.