Thread: The Scarlet Crossing (DeliciousLust & darjeeling)

RE The Scarlet Crossing For poor Aurelia, there could have been many things that could have made her blush many delightful shades at red at once. It was indeed quite a sight for her to be exposed to and many a things could have been the culprit, though it was perhaps best to blame the sum of all of the parts. Could anybody truly point the finger at anyone one thing that Aurelia found herself overwhelmed by? Even though they were below ground, the loud rhythmic beats from the clubs were hardly silenced by the stark concrete ceiling and the multiple metal pipes that ran through the ceiling. It wasnt exactly a place that would appeal to many, though it was barely light by a mix of old bulbs and a few old-fashioned lanterns that were hooked to fixtures along the walls. The sounds might have been something that Aurelia caught at first from the questionable den. It was a mixture of heavy breathing and physical exertion in motion, like almost an awkward struggle. There were two parties involved, certainly a male and a female. The crowd was mostly silent, save for the occasional snicker or chuckle that would come from them. It wouldnt take long for anyone to put some context to the passionate sounds, the heavy and primal sounds of a couple in sexual congress. The male was a man in his 30s, though in reasonable shape in his life, only dressed in jeans and a tank top. He seemed to favour the sloven dress the crowds and clientele seem to find trendy while visiting the Scarlet Crossing, all the better to prepare for any indulgence he may be parting tonight. Certainly, he was having his fill at the moment at least. His jeans were nearly down to his knees, as he worked hard in pleasuring on his latest conquest with heavy laboured breaths. His conquest was perhaps more notable in many ways. The woman wasnt human for one, though had a lovely familiar form to compensate well for all of her differences. She was of monster blood , though there were many words and terms that could be used to describe her rare kind. From where she was from, she would be referred as a bakemono , sort of a vague catch-all term for people of breeding outside of human. The smooth green skin on her sensuous body was the first evidence of that. Her thick reptilian tail and her clawed hands were perhaps more than enough to pick her out as one of the monster blooded. Her eyes were yellow with reptilian slits to them. It certainly wasnt difficult to see all of her natural-born features, considering her current state of bare dress. She was laying on her back to a futon placed on the platform, one leg wrapped around her current lover as they struggled in their current passionate urges. Mariko was the name of the bakemono who was shamelessly entertaining and pleasing the crowd that had gathered here so far. Her kind was rare, but even rarer to find in such a dark and decadent places. There was something in her lukewarm blood that made her appreciate the heat of such an uncomfortable place, and the activities she partakes here. While most here seemed to dress slovenly or scantily, Mariko at least took some pride in forging her own fashion. It was perhaps a little difficult for the crowd to notice or care about that in her at the moment. Her long shimmering tresses of hair was fashioned in a complicate and elaborate style, quite similar to an oiran in feudal Japan. She sported a golden hair comb and several matching elegant hair pins along the side of her coif. Her eyes were done with smoky make up with notable red accents to match her crimson painted lips. The oiran were the courtesans of the Japan, so she thought that was a quaint nod. As for her dress, she dressed more contemporary. Her top was a simple low-cut band shirt, unceremoniously pulled barely above the tops of her bountiful breasts, stopping short at the pert dark nipples. One of her nipples had a brass crown piercing. There was a hint of an elaborate tattoo on her chest. She wore a short pleated miniskirt, hiked up at the moment with her panties wrapped around to one thigh. Her legs were clad in white stockings with cute bow tops, her clawed toes hinting through the fabric. Hunter or Aurelia was hardly noticed by either the man or Mariko. The bakemono placed her clawed hands on the shoulders of her partner, letting out a few small breathless moans as he continued to pound into her without consideration. This was hardly romantic, but two individuals selfishly wanting to meet their perspective goals.