Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

Aurelia's first thought was to hightail it out of there, but she didn't know the way and she was much too afraid to traverse these streets alone. The Scarlet Crossing only held a few high class establishments. The rest were debauched and salacious both words the redhead did not like to associate with. Her second thought was to rack her brain for the word that continued to flow like water between the threads of her memories the pair rutting before her was a human, of that she had no doubt with his soft grunting and the way in which he slammed himself ruthlessly told her that he was blind and deaf but all to the form beneath him. Aurelia wasn't so sure what that form really was, only that she was, in fact, not human. Though the room was dimly light, she could make out the form of a tail thick at the base and thin at the point, and her claws were largely reminiscent of some kind of overgrown lizard... with breasts. Large breasts, at that. Aurelia squinted crimson make-up, as red as the Crossing and a hairstyle she was unfamiliar with The thought whispered like a forgotten breeze, lazily floating across her mind. The word she did not know intimately, but the meaning she was well-versed in. Bakemono . A monster and a girl, they were sought after as exotic prizes but had largely been integrated in this society as normal beings, on par with humans yet the rift was still very much apparent albeit made invisible by law upon law upon law. Though she did not like to admit it, their kind had always intrigued her though she had never seen - or heard - of any kind of bakemono who indulged in such desires especially with human folk. Their track record when it came to treatment of monsters was not the most impressive. Aurelia highly suspected the color of her eyes came from her own ancestors being a monster of some kind though perhaps too far removed for her to have inherited any other visible traits. A blessing, she thought, yet she had still been shunned. So why was this reptilian female crying out softly in ecstasy crowded about and used by humans? Aurelia shook her head. From what she recalled, the woman was doing this out of her own accord. There were no abrasions or chains, there were no chains or words meant to debase and humiliate. It seemed to be raw and natural, a human reverting back to his primal roots and indulging in only the basest of human desires lust. Her cheeks burned bright like a sunset, yet far more ferocious in her fluster as she laid her guilty attention at the stocking-clad feet of this woman writhed in euphoria. Time seemed to be a non factor and she most likely would have continued to stare had the spell not been broken seconds later. The rustle of movement and an uncontrolled groan had Aurelia tearing her eyes away from the bakemono and edged away from the platform as the men by her side continued to pleasure themselves over their shorts or under their track pants. It made for a raunchy sight and one the golden-eyed girl did not wish to be privy to any longer than necessary. The image of the voluptuous monster girl was seared into her mind, however. The male was a faceless body which only seemed to ruin it, but the bakemono was too clear. Aurelia suddenly found it was far too hot but she dared not remove her jacket. Now free of the crowd for a moment, the air was still thick but it smelled much cleaner. She shuddered, knowing that she would have to seek out Hunter and convince him to take her home, both of which were no easy feats. Thankfully, Hunter was spotted not mere three minutes later when Aurelia found she had to block out the sounds of squishing, slapping, smacking, heavy breaths and heaving groans. Her cheeks boiled beneath the flickering lights as she grabbed a hold of Hunter's trembling arm. It was only then did she realize what he was doing and she quickly let go. His eyes were glued onto the bakemono's supple flesh as she instead slid behind him with her eyes closed and tapped his shoulder lightly. These bastards, I've seen them before... Hunter muttered to himself. Either he was completely ignoring her or he had silenced his thoughts from everyone but Mariko. Aurelia, on the other hand was becoming more and more concerned by the way her friend's eyes seemed to glow like hot coals. She saw his fingers clenching tightly and his jaw tightening even more. The implications of his words were not lost on her Hunter was no stranger to the Crossing but even so, the thought that he would be utterly familiar with this monster girl was shocking. Oi! Give us a turn! The sudden outcry shocked her even more as the unanimous silence was shattered by none other than Hunter who made for a very undignified sight with his belt unlatched and his pants hanging loosely about his thighs. He was not much taller than the rest of them but Aurelia thought he looked particularly rabid as he pointed his finger accusingly. The redhead simply squeezed her eyes shut as she felt the eyes of every man in the room on her friend and, it seemed, on her. It was likely that the bakemono was rarely visited by females and the presence of one besides Mariko was a rare sight. She tugged her collar upwards as if she could have it devour her entire face as Hunter continued to shout and it was not long before the voices of agreement soon joined the fray.