Thread: Opposites Attract (ClearSight & SomethingEsoteric)

Myra was not so dull that she failed to notice the level of disdain Jo had for her, the anger and pure disgust oozing from the Vampire, but she didn't care. She had made a gamble to get something that she desired to a level of almost losing control, which was nearly unheard of for her. With desire like that, with her inner beast pushing so hard and her mind inclined to agree, she couldn't stop herself, what she wanted she would get and the fact that a deal had been struck only made it better from her perspective. The deal, with a woman as proud as Jo, would keep her locked in, stop her from escaping what she had already promised and the fact that it gave Myra so much power, well that meant she could truly satisfy her lust. So she didn't feel sorry, she didn't regret making Jo choose between her own pride or the well-being of her coven, she only felt excited and her lust grew. She wanted more than anything to take Jo and do any and everything that had been in her head since the first moment she saw her, since that first intoxicating glance. She truly was an impossible woman to resist, her body was the visage of beauty for Myra and she had to have her. In fact Myra's mood was so elevated that nothing could throw her off her game and as once again Jo flung an insult her way she merely smirked, keeping her eye-lock with the Vampire before turning her words on her once again. You just called me your mutt... Now while I don't quite remember being claimed by you it is endearing... To think you want me to be yours... Is that why you are so mad? Because what you wanted instead ended up getting you? She chuckled, leaning in and whispering in her ear, Don't worry, when this is over and my name has slipped from your lips multiple times you won't be as mad, trust me. She of course knew that Jo saying her name aloud in pleasure was never going to happen, or had such a low chance that it would be incredible if it did, but just the thought, the idea that Myra believed it would, well that would piss Jo off. See Jo wasn't predictable and she was certainly not one to be trifled with, but Myra had found some of her buttons and they were so incredibly fun to push. Myra didn't complain about the fact that they weren't going to move somewhere more comfortable, while she would love to see Jo sprawled out on a bed she was still in her right enough mind to avoid spreading her distinct scent through the halls of Jo's home. Sure she wanted to have a hell of a night but there was still the uproar the knowledge of her presence would cause if it was discovered and she had taken great care already to ensure nobody had seen her, ruining it would accomplish nothing. So she silently sulked but cheered up as Jo locked the door and when the words 'do as you will with me' escaped those sexy lips. Something about the door locking flipped a switch in Myra, she now knew they would be alone and it all became more real than ever, the symbolism behind Jo locking the door, as if to say there is no turning back, it was wonderful. Myra walked forward, a slight swagger in her step, she was above excited. When she reached Jo she looked her up and down, admiring each little detail that came together to make Jo an image of perfection. It almost pissed Myra off how beautiful Jo was, as if it hadn't been fair from the start, though what pissed her off more than anything else was that she was so damn attracted to Jo and yet Jo seemed more disgusted by her than anything, the inverse to the usual reaction to her. As if in a small moment of rage Myra's hands reached up and tore the sheer dress from Jo's body, letting it fall from her body, ruined. Yet it wasn't violent or rough, in fact it was gentle, almost caring, an obvious sign that while she wanted Jo so intensely that she could barely control herself that she had no intentions of hurting the fragile woman. The exposure only furthered Myra's lust, that pale skin, the contours of her figure, it was all perfect, real perfection. She inhaled deeply, taking a moment to admire it before letting her eyes drift up and look into those beautiful bright blue orbs. Her hand moved upwards, gently stroking Jo's cheek, feeling the cold soft skin as she slowly leaned in kissing her gently, an intimate nature that spoke towards the attraction on Myra's end, that betrayed her more than a rough lustful fuck would have. Yet when she pulled her lips away she seemed to know Jo would have a thought on the matter and she moved that thumb from Jo's cheek to her lovely lips, I want you to be quiet... Tonight you're mine, that means no complaining, no more insults, obey. Part of that was because she wanted to enjoy it, though part of her kind of liked the playful banter, the other part was just to anger her, to tell her to obey, and while it was all part of her game to fight fire with fire it was also a chance to have her become more bitchy and insulting than ever, which quite frankly Myra would find adorable when Jo would do it anyways, even if it did have her in an uproar. Being a woman of her word, it had to be horrible in that moment, since she showed her disdain so openly, though Myra found even that rather attractive for whatever reason, perhaps simply because it excited her, made her playful and really got her worked up more than ever. It was Myra's turn to be sexy though and she moved her hand to Jo's shoulder, once again using a firm touch to lower her to her knees, no force but not allowing her to resist either. A smirk crossed her features as she looked down hungrily at the gorgeous woman, her other hand moving to unbutton her jeans while the other remained rested on Jo's shoulder. Yet after the 'pop' of the button coming undone she stopped, licking her lips before chuckling to herself, Silly me... She didn't explain but simply turned and began walking away, reaching down and removing her shirt as she walked, no bra being worn underneath, her perky breasts popping out, pert and simply incredible. She turned back around when she reached the throne, showing her chest and incredibly toned figure to Jo before taking a seat on the extravagant throne. Now, be a good little bitch and crawl to me... Because tonight that is what you are. Myra was doing her best to keep control of herself and it wasn't easy, she wanted relief, to feel Jo's body against hers, to ravage the woman, but she kept herself in control, kept using every opportunity to press Jo's buttons, made sure her situation for the night became clear, frankly she was humiliating her. Myra unzipped her jeans next, biting her lower lip as she looked at Jo, the position she had over her being a huge turn on, as the sight of a powerful woman in such a situation was always invigorating. Come now pet, this isn't going to lick itself... She chuckled, sliding the pants down until she could wiggle out and toss them aside, revealed lovely smooth thighs and a pair of red panties with a large stain from her flowing juices. They weren't left on for long however and soon she had tossed them aside as well, her clothing scattered about and now only her naked form remaining, her amazing body being used to try and draw Jo in, to get her even the slightest bit worked up. Come now... I'm waiting. There was a firmness she wanted to push as Jo even more and as she beckoned the woman with her finger she was aware of two things, one was that it wouldn't be long before she could no longer act so cool and would have Jo pissed to something as she explored that infatuating body, and two that as much as she knew poking and prodding Jo could lead nowhere good, she couldn't help it.