Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Jo stammered on silence for a second when Myra turned her words on her with the most vicious of skill one could possibly imagine. The no-life queen was a great believer in the power of words and the meanings behind them, had she? Had she called her-her mutt? Did shit omit by syntax she wanted to own her? Did she omit through this that-that was truly her desire? Did she omit that she was so angry, so despaired and disgusted, if by nothing else by the fact she could not own the little Cretan? Was this true? she had been the one who said it, these were her words and while they had been twisted and repurposed, the fact remained they were her own damned words. Shut up, you know nothing. And I dont even know your name nor would I have its acrid utterance on my lips. She growled, though how self-assured she always sounded she didnt now, she sounded more than angry, more than venomous, she sounded flustered! She was flustered. Her nose didnt just wrinkle with the anger from before her nostrils were flared now, if her eyes werent the bright icy blue of her name sake theyd almost seem alight with flame! Ju- before she could say anymore, any more that would probably damn her all the more, the Lycan reached over and with one un-sanctimonious tug her sheer dress was torn from her flesh, leaving her pallid flesh on full display, every last perfect pore, thin but not emaciated, soft womanly curves with just enough edge for a dangerous sex appeal, not a single scar, not a single blemish, just complete and indisputable beauty, a triangular tuft of the same alabaster hue as her hair above soft pink petals for one so dirty, one washed in the blood of generations, one who fed on life, preyed on vitality, she was the most porcelain, sterile, angelic sort of beauty one could possibly imagine even werent she, her passive glamour would have one believe it just the same. Her thin lips contorted into a grimace, pulling on one side toward her jaw-line, the other tugging out straight, fangs and pearly whites on full display a moment of weakness she could not accommodate with strength if she were human, surely shed feel so damn cold, instead, she felt nothing but the feeling, the knowledge she should . Jovanna hated everything about this, she even hated how weak the gesture had been, how she couldnt even tear it from her with the force to make her stumble! She hated how how gentle it all was, how much she seemed to enjoy toying with her, part of Jo wished so desperately Myra could just be rough, could be vicious, could throw her about, make it hurt and for the no-life of her she couldnt figure out why. Why? Why couldnt she move when Myras hand gently caressed her face, Jo winced at the touch, not of pain or disgust, more than anything of confusion in the absolute, like she was waking up again. Myra kissed her and Jo wanted to kill her for it. Shed not agreed to that! Shed not agreed to intimacy! She didnt want intimacy! She couldnt fucking have it! The no life queen was speechless, the thumb that touched her tingling lips was truly a blessing as for the first time she had no retort of anger, no insult or rage to give flight by words she was shocked, utterly and completely shocked and then sad. The kiss didnt infuriate her, it made her long for the feeling of affection, for the feeling of intimacy, for the feeling of love that had been stolen from her. Jovannas eyes dropped and so too did her body, not the slightest bit of resistance as she was forced down to her hands and knees, was that a tremble of remorse releasing from the tight coil within? Jos head fell, and for a moment she almost looked as though she was grovelling on the ground, feeling sickly and disposed rather than angered by the words of her clear better, the humiliation of this all setting in so powerfully, called a pet, a bitch, treated like a mutt and in the position of one on the floor of her throne room a dog in her seat winning the game shed invented herself. Thoughts of when shed turn this around began to fade for the desperation it be all over all right now, another tremble and an audible groan as she finally looked up to behold Myra, nude, glistening petals and a body that even to the blind would look like perfection, strong yet feminine, tight and toned without bulk, she was Jos complete and total opposite what was worse? She was just like Faith was maybe this was the ultimate fact that reduced her to this weak mess on the floor. Faith had been just like her when first turned, thought she had all the cards and the timing to play them Jo had hated her for it too, had butted heads with her, they both had their fair share of scars and nips from their lovers quarrels that appeared more like full-scale civil wars Fuck you. She finally spat, literally spat at the marble tile between her fists before she began to crawl slowly, agonizingly so, wincing at the feeling of her knees and the flats of her feet, her palms, all dragging and supporting her as she made her way toward Myra and up the few shallow steps to her throne the aroma of her lust cutting through her conscious thought like Occams razor in that she couldnt figure out why it affected her so powerfully. Take away the pain, take way the confusion, take away the anger, the remorse, the greed, the privilege, the coven, the purpose and intent and all that was left was a Vampire in the truest form a creature of not but lust and indulgence. Bright eyes closed and thin lips puckered, drawing forward till they met with anothers, luscious petals were taken, the taste worth reveling when the elitist societal demands were ignored, the flesh of a beast was no different from anothers and the lust of a beast just the same. Jovanna moaned softly as she pulled back on one of Myras petals, sucking at it and swallowing before her tongue dipped passed her lips and ran between, Myra could think tonight Jo was hers, in this moment and maybe this moment alone shed be right as she suckled sweetly upon her sex.