Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

What had been a crush at youth had turned to a full blown infatuation in later years, so much that Myra had always pestered Tirus about her, asking questions with curiosity and naive innocence in her eyes. He had never told her much, some details that would stop her yammering but never any specifics, not until she had grown up and he began parting the knowledge needed to lead on to her. She had always been his chosen successor, she was intelligent, which was more than a rarity among their kind, and most of all she could tear even the most experienced of fighters apart. So he told her, spoke of Jovanna and who she truly was, why Myra should be careful of the Bright Eyed vampire and what she should do to protect their people. By that point Myra had learned to mask her emotions and expressions from the average observer, especially in front of Tirus as they had become so familiar over the years, and when he spoke of the seriousness of keeping an upper hand around the vampire she had seemed as serious and attentive as he had come to expect from his prodigy. In reality she was as excited as always, every detail she could soak in about Jo thrilled her, Myra's infatuation spreading past her beauty but to her power and grace. It had become a near obsession and a dangerous one given her position. That little obsession had never had room to grow however, she had always absorbed information, compared every woman who tried to get close to her with the romanticized Jovanna she had in her head, and they had all came up wanting. So when Tirus died and Jo became within her grasps, regardless of the manner in which she was, that obsession grew and she couldn't keep herself away. Even when she finally met her, even after all the romanticizing, she didn't disappoint and from the moment of meeting her Myra had been enthralled, she wanted Jo and she had her. The little worries and doubts that should have plagued her, the belief that she was going to pay for everything she did to Jo, none of that could penetrate the metaphoric tunnel vision she was experiencing as she found Jo beneath her and in her grasp, completely malleable between her dominating fingers. In fact the more dominant she acted, the more forceful and demanding she became the more docile Jo became, as if she realized how serious Myra was being as she put Jo in her 'place' physically and verbally. However Occam's Razor passed through her mind and she accepted that there was no causation between her dominating attitude and Jo's submission and instead made the rational connection between the pleasure and lust she was shoving at Jo, and her seeming submissiveness. Yes, if there was anything she knew about Jo it was what Tirus had revealed about her character and from that she derived that Jo wouldn't have indulged herself in any form of true satisfaction since her lover was slain, and perhaps never been with someone with as much skill at making a woman moan as Myra, because as strong and impressive as Jo was she was still a woman and that was the most primal of attributes. So she played to that, smirking to herself as she pushed her sopping cunt onto Jovanna's beautiful lips, letting her juices keep Jo's usually strong and opinionated mouth busy. Her hands went down atop Jo's thighs and kept her up, her neck craned to look back at the scene that she was definitely the only person to ever see. She couldn't imagine Jo having someone on her face ever before, she was too proud, too strong to let it happen. She was just glad it was because while she couldn't exactly see it perfectly she knew what was happening and it was exhilarating, Myra's body quivering as pleasure began to coarse through her, that pleasure definitely caused by the apparent effort Jo had begun to display. Fuck... She moaned out, a soft pants coming from her lips, eyes glowing brightly as that tongue delved inside of her and caused a shiver of ecstasy to run up her spine. I knew you wanted this slut... Oh shit... Her elbows soon buckled and she went down, her elbows resting on the floor beneath them, head tilted down and eyes closed as she just felt the sensation. Without realizing it hr body began to rock, hips moving back and forth and rubbing her hot slick lips in a long incredibly wonderful path up and down the entirely of Jo's face, fro her chin to her nose, each jutting piece of Jo's beautiful face providing her a small spike of pleasure, chin, tongue, and nose and giving bringing out a gentle moan. As she began to speed up so did her moans, louder as her hips moved faster, grinding her love tunnel against Jo's face, no longer leaving Jo to have much control, though she could feel that tongue still working, still earning her a reward as Jo's face was used as a toy for Myra's pleasure. Oh god! Fuuuck... Yes you little slut keep using that tongue like you should have been all along, lap like the mutt you are. Her voice was heavy, broken up by pants and moans until finally her entire body began to convulse and she arched her back, no doubt smothering Jo as her juices covered the vampires face with her love juices, a strong intoxicating smell for those of their kind. When it ended, many a convulsions and loud moans, and what sounded more like a whimpering growl at the peak, it was over and she was slumped over, body pressed against Jo's as she took deep heavy little breaths, a look on her face that mirrored the thoughts of how much trouble she was in going on in her pleasure addled brain. She hadn't cum like that ever, just being with Jo increased her satisfaction and having that strong woman do anything to her seemed to give her pleasure even before she received any physical touches, and it made the feeling of her sensitive flesh against Jo's cooperative mouth heavenly, which was humorous considering heavenly was precisely the inverse of the unholy act that they represented. A Vampire and a Lycan were both creatures of an unholy and horrific nature and they were coming together, one would think the very ground around them would become corrupted with evil taint, but that had happened long ago and it was incredible, evil was wonderful and full of pleasure and Myra would have it no other way. When she regained herself, which didn't take long for someone with such remarkable stamina, she lifted her ass up and repositioned so she could lower her only other hole down to those skillful lips. Now the other hole whore, clean it nice and good and make sure to use that skillful little tongue of yours. An all too pleased smirked crossed her lips as she went to humiliate Jo with such a demand, her tight little pucker hungry for what Myra promised it with her demands for Jo, at the same time she made sure and show she was a woman of her word, her arms going up underneath Jo's legs as she leaned in, biting her inner thigh quite hard, a nice little mark appearing but no skin being broken, just enough restraint to stop any blood from being spilled. She then gave that thigh several kisses, licking down it with her tongue, warm and wet leaving a trail of saliva to soothe the nip before moving to the other thigh and giving a nice long lick as well. Come on bitch, get in there, don't leave me waiting. She nearly snarled, pushing forward on what seemed to work as her mouth wandered up and began licking and suckling at the clit as soon as she found it, lips enveloping the little nub and her teeth beginning to grind over it gently, not exactly attempting to her all pain out of her play, Myra liked to enhance pleasure with pain, give a sweet contrast, hurt just enough to make the difference between that and pleasure be vast and dramatic. It was always interesting, how someone reacted when they disliked pain and complained but soon gasped and buckled under the pleasure that followed. Yes, pain had always been a tool for her, and while she had never received such treatment herself she knew the effectiveness of the technique, of what domination and at times some bondage could accomplish. In theme with that one hand moved beneath that leg with perfect placement and slender digits wiggled their way to the tight pucker she knew to be laying in eager wait, which she soon shoved a pair of skilled fingers inside, barely going inside before wiggling, only teasing and taunting as her mouth did the main share of the work. She wanted to drive Jo insane, get her in her place fast, and abuse the advantage while she had it.