August 03, 2002
snakeyes [bianca]

[atlantic city boardwalk | motel]

::There is danger in the darkness, there is wickedness coming near.. run home to your safe little beds, tembling in fear...
She spent a rest (less) night in the motel where Asher left her, and now wanders the board walk again. He was here last time - he will be again? ('quit your belly aching bitch' voice well muffled by the tight tight tight leather halter) so she perches on the riiling, watching the water (clear way out) and waits..::


she wasn't at the motel
she wasn't where he left her and told her to stay

a displeasure rankles in mismatched (unnatural) eyes, tension mounting (breeding) the hostility already churning beneath his skin - he, too, journeys to where he saw her last, pacing the boardwalk, ignoring the casinos, ignoring the crowd, looking for
just.
one.
thing.

her

::She isn't ignoring what he told her, she just doesn't perform as a dog well. ('Sit, stay, rollover good girl!' muffled still) and she chose to get some air. She knows he will come for her, and is waiting in plain view. Feet swinging, the too thin girl with dark eyes lined in darker kohl.. fingers wrapped around the rail::

[there she is]

hands settle on the railing, straddling (too thin) hips as fingers consider crushing the wood to send her crashing into the black waters below, the option weighed (entertained) and cast away - he was told to keep her safe - and instead lean body stretches to grant his lips audience to her ear

"I've been looking for you.... Bianca....."

murmured, whispered in a (deadly) affectionate croon

::Slow the smile, bare the lean into soft crooned affection (affection) as she leans back against him just a touch (I dare you)
"I've been here, waiting for you..."
('pining most likely. Stupid airheaded bitch - can't we eat him already?' muffled..) a ripple of skin, and turn of her eyed, dark (empty) eyes seekin mismached pair
"Have you come to see what I can do?"
Proof, after story...


that chuckle dances across her cheek, as she turns, something (malicious) glitters in those eyes (I wouldn't tempt me, if I were you....) his chin drops, to rest on her shoulder, young couple on the boardwalk enjoying their Saturday, tongue tip reaching out to trace the smiling curve of teeth

"Perhaps later...... there was something I wanted to make sure was -very- clear, first...."

::(tighttightleather ripples as if a life of its own over left breast,) but she makes no notice of it, smiling still, basking in the (apparent) adoration of the one she would die for (I will be anything for you... if you but dance with me...) an arm slides up, fingers sliding over his jaw, nails teasing along flesh as she murmurs - much as he did before..::
"Anything..."


the smile remains (murderous passions), growing, pleased with her soft word, and a moment passes before his chest fills to speak, strong muscle pressing against the smooth lines of her back (if I could steal your breath with just this touch), making sure he has her (their?) full attention

"Should I find you've tricked me.... again...."

arms circle her waist (the coils of a latent snake) and his voice drops to silken (seething) whisper

"I will make what G'luough would do to you seem like child's play."

::A soft moan as arms circle, eyes closing a moment before snapping open (must see!) and fingers slide around the back of his neck her first reply simply a soft moan... and her second, breathed pout...::
"I could be anything for you... anything you wish... I will serve you like no other could, this I swear.."
::her voice drops, to sulty croon..::
"But i will not trick you again... but should you ask...I could become that again..."
::Heroine to the addict::

the smile breaks into throaty laughter, embrace tightening (how tempted I am to break you) while arching into the scrape of nails (indulge that addiction) moaning a whispered reply

"Oooh..... you will be whatever I wish. And you are lucky I do not wish to tear you to pieces here and now for what you did........"

his embrace loosens, pulling from the (intoxicating) touch to lift her (too thin) from the rail

"Now..... you will show me what you can do."

the edge vanishing from (silvered) tongue - keep her safe he will, though it only means keeping her alive (and he waits, patiently, the time his displeasure will rise again)


::breath catches as embrace tightens, knowing the temptation well (...break me...) and she is lifted, she turns, dark eyes dancing with amusement as she slips away from him, finger crooked ('here doggy doggy doggy!' muffled still - but not as much) to beg him closer, to follow... back pressed against the nearest wall, tongue flicks out (a tast of what I can do..) to moisten lips, before she turns, and seeing no one is neer to see, she skitters up the wall - hands and feet clining as if some skinny spiderman, and when she would be in view of others, she slips into the shadows, and vanishes from his sight.. coy murmur floating down over him...::
"things like this.... and more..."


those eyes watch (studying) her flight up the wall (the spider or the fly) that soft, entertained, chuckle climbing the bricks after her

"Then show me more...."

::a smile, proud that he is amused by her antics, and she nods, - unseen as she hides in the shadows still... she slips from them and back into sight once more, hopping lightly to the ground at his side, but remaining crouched a moment as she studies the area. A second, and she stands, and takes his hand, pulling him further behind the building, where she cannot see around the corner, but he can. Her eyes dance in amusement as she whispers::
"watch this..."
::and in a completely disgusting display, she makes sure he is watching as she pulls her eyeballs right out of their sockets.. and shows them to him, before the optic nerve forms little feet, and she crouches, and sets them on the ground - and litterally rolls her eyes.. they skitter away and duck around the corner. She tips her head and then grins.::
"see the woman there? over by the far railing - Purple shirt and black shorts, long blond hair. walking up behind her is a man, real tall, dark and handsome type if you go for that, has a mustache and goatee, striped shirt and tan shorts.."
::and no, those people weren't there when she ducked around the corner - there is no way she could have seen them before...::


disgust depends on perception, his amusement sounds hidden in his throat, not wanting to attract attention to her little displays or the eyeballs rolled around the corner in this twisted game of craps (....snakeyes....)

"Yeessss" crooned to his charge (a whisper in the darkness) pleasure at her talents beginning to outweigh his anger at yesterday's game "I can see how you will be useful....."

::She all out beams under the praise (...blessings of her god...) and nods, holding a hand out for her eyes to return, carefully avoiding anything that will squish them, before she fixes them back into her head, blinking a few times as things reconect and standing..::
"There;s another - but it tends to frighten people - I'd rather not do it until it is needed. But if you insist, I will show you now..."
::alls fair in fun and games, right? So says her smile...::

there is careful consideration of this offer [no. loose. ends.] and his head shakes

"Does it require space..... or can you show me at the motel?"

clear he wants to know all there is about her (inside and out) before reporting back to his Alpha this mysterious girl (gift?)

::She smiles (..he is proud of me..) and shakes her head::
"I can show you at the motel.. it will be easier there to admit my.... deformity... as well ('who you callin deformed bitch?' barely muffled) as it's time to change my halter."
::The first passing reference to anything out of the ordinary, really, and khol blacked eyes blinks, once, twice, to be sure eyes will stay where they belong, and a gesture toward the street with a grin (playing with fire - he will see her, inside out)::

he's heard the voice, the comments, though so far has said nothing until she admitted (while angry, he is not rude) an arm sliding over her (owned) shoulders to protect her beneath the affection of half embrace, escorting her to the streets once more

they seem nothing more out of the ordinary than a pair of young lovers

their journey quick, shortcuts taken rather than the previous (hunting) route

::She... all but faints as his arm slides around her (the touch of a god) and she flows against his side, head tucked against his shoulder with a (so -this- is heaven!) content sigh, looking up at him adoringly as they make their way quickly back to the hotel. She doesn't stray from his side even a bit, until she digs her key from her pocket and lets him in ('hurry bitch - its HOT in here!') locking the door behind them and moving to the window - pulling the curtians, but making sure the window is open toward the back alley and a gesture leads him toward the bed so he can sit... her voice almost.. timid.. as she admits..::
"I have to get undressed for this one.."

fingers trace the deadbolt (reassuring it is locked) though there is at first only a glance to the bed - and action towards the back window, sliding it closed, finality in the lock's soft snap (those eyes speak..... dare you open it again?)

lean body melts across the bed (like the mattress' slit wrist), and a smile curves lips away from teeth

"By all means."

::She visably trembles as he closes that window... pleading him with her eyes to open it again.. before she looks around (..desparation..) and finally compromises by plucking an eye free and setting it on the window sill (always see the way out) knowing she could easily break the window (she checked in another room) if need be. It's not the best situation - but it will work. She's shy as she undresses, turning her back to him as she releases the lapter (gasping breathes, muttered curses) and turns around to reveal a second head in place of her left breast. SHe can't look to see his reaction, not wanting too - and watching both outside and inside is a little disconcerting at best - so she slithers out of her pants instead.. and then... turning her back to him, her skin visably ripples, and seperates at the rectem, and she steps backwards out of her skin - yes, out of her skin. It remains standing. and she turns (skinless!) to sit on the bed and point towards the table. and command::
"Bring book to me."
::and the boneless muscleless mess of upright skin grabs the book from the dresser and brings it to them on the bed..::


his study never stops (you cannot leave them closed while I will not leave them open) head tipping curiously when the second head is revealed (fomori) arm uncurling to run a finger down her bicep, tracing exposed muscle, slathering the blood

"I can see why you preferred not to do so on the street....."

there is no disgust, only intrigue

::She doesn't try to hold back the moan that arrises by his (acceptance) touch, and fingers lift to take the offered book and set it aside, fingers smearing crimson over the cover as she leans the barest bit into the touch in subtle request (..beg..) for more.. (though the other head is still a mouthy little bastard "hands off the merchandise bub!") but she ignores it as usual, and finally remembers to nod::
"It tends to frighten people into a panic - which is useful when hunting"


muscle flexes through forearm, fingertips sliding over (and between) exposed meat and ligament (claiming what is his) head tilting for mismatched eyes to study the little (fleshless) face

"You will just have to deal with it....."

focus lifting (a lecherous drag over exposed curves) to dark eyes, smirking through a soft laugh

"Then useful for Sian and Sickboy's hungers, too."

::She trembles with a deeper moan as his fingers explore (claim what is rightfully his) Eye closing (though the one at the window is forever watchful) as a shakey breath lifts breast and beast ('Oh yeah? Come closer fuckwad..' bares vicious looking teeth)::
"He bites."
::information only as she near purrs under the continued touch, the lecherous drag that warms her completely::
"I only wish to be useful to you.. in any way you wish..."
::I will do anythiny for the priveledge of worshiping you::


lips twist into a sneer

"..... and I wonder..... just how quiet you would have to be while regenerating a ripped out tongue....."

brow lifted expectantly at the bonded creature - it amuses far more than disturbs him

"Pleasing me, Bianca, means pleasing my pack. Without them, you would not have me here tonight."

talon tips slowly leaking from his fingers, razors lightly catching as muscle contracts and loosens under such (vile) attentions

"And helping their hunts success would please us all greatly. Though I think Kaj'sha will find use for your other abilities."

(I>He smirks and sneers 'make me a mime, and you steal her ability to talk too. Thought you wanted her useful, wiseass')
::she nods, and the catch of talons brings a near orgasmic shudder through too skinny frame, arching closer still in outright beg (..hurt me, claim me, I am yours..) as breathless moans fall from slack lips... ::
"I will please them..."
::I will bask in the glow of god::
"for you... I am useful for human disposal as well..."

body lifts, shirt falling open once more across scarred belly, a mockery in the gaze that meets the little one's face (fingers still tickling the indulgence of her pleasures, sinking...... deeper..... harder) and a talon digs past viciouly toothed smirk and sneer, hooking tongue and dragging it to it's full length before it can bite him

She needs not a voice to be useful....

silken tones sliding through both minds, stretched muscle held within talons as nightcrawler bait, grip on her arm surging deeper, mismatched gaze flickers to watch the fleshless reaction on her features, voice once more returning to their ears

"I suggest you mind your manners, little one, or else I'll buy her a present of a top with a gag you can't chew through."

a threat (promise) in his (homicidal) smile, tongue released to let Bianca recieve his full attentions once more, talons pulling from her bicep to crawl, slowly, towards her shoulder

"Oh?"


::Quaking, it is all she can do to remain upright while his attentions (assaults) continue, each sound from her lips a wordless plea from fleshless face, though eyes(eye) flys open as she feels the stretch of her/his tongue pulling a whimpre from her throat - though it is not denial, and it is instantly soothed away by his voice through her mind (rapture) and lips curl into odd (malicious) smile::
"He's chewed through all I could find"
::Not a denial that it isn't possible, or even a plea for such a gift - should she prove herself, perhaps she can earn the gift, soft panting moans as talons crawl so slowly over skinless limb::
"I... I can swallow... whole.. humans up to the size of a large.. ohhhhh... dog.... clothing, bones, everything..."
::though she doesn't...exactly..say how the 'unusable' items are excreted::


softly, crooned (a promise whispered lascivious across her senses)

"But there are things that last far longer than leather....."

though it is obvious he does not mind the view it provided, talons railing flesh over shoulder, to the lean lines of her throat, fingers splaying to caress and cup her jaw (how easy it would be to break. her. neck.) coating his skin with her blood as progress begins down (the right side) of her chest

"So tell me now.... Bianca...... what is it you want of me...... which brings you to freely offer all of this."

::hands twist in the bedspread, clinging to hold herself at this rapturous pain that pleasures skinny frame the promise held - clung to with the faith of the rightous, the sealousness of one who believes wholeheartedly in her chosen god.. she lifts her chin into the cupping of her jaw, baring (as if skinless is not bare enough) her throat completely to his whim (..break me..)::
"I only wish... to serve you..."
::a moaned prayer that offers complete supplication in simple words... as pure a thought she can voice - he is one step below god in her mind::

the curve of her breast, lean slope of (skinny) ribs into her belly, talons once more finding a home within muscle as it's spread to offer diaphragm beneath a gentle test of pressure (it would not do to spill her guts here and now.......)

"Tell me why...."

surge of fingers into her frame rhythmic, taunting, tempting the words from her (as if building a dark orgasm), breath soon stinging exposed nerves by the naked socket of her ear

"I want to know everything...."

::Moans become soft cries, rising with rhythmic pleasure as he presses words from her swimming mind, her all given in every moaned word::
"You... serve.. the Goddess... you dance the Spiral.. You. are. god."
The last breathed in complete adoration, awash in the rapture of his continued touch, so clear that she would do - and be - anything his lightest whim desired::
"To feel the touch of god... is rapture. I am complete only under your command... please.... let me serve you..."


talons slide deeper, muscle tearing from the pressure of his hand beneath them, hand curving against the pulse of her organs beneath palm (who is it..... that his actions pleasure more....) lips all but kissing flesh and tendon returning her rapturous moan

"As long as you please me.... my pack.... the Goddess.... and the Father...... I will let you serve me."

pink tongue flicking out, stealing taste of (fevered) drip that slides down the backcurve of her jaw (scream. for. me.) setting fire to explosive (exposed) nerves beneath

::cries rise farther, filling her lungs to explode across his senses, her own drowning in his every touch, each searing jolt of desired agony quaking along exposed nerves, sending her into ever deepening spirals of pure (demented) delights.. the touch of his tongue over excited (tortured) nerve endings sending an explosion of delight through her system, pulling full throated screams as she writhes closer... every cry a song of gratitude that begs to be everything for him under fiery touch - though she, without permission to touch in return, twists blankets beneath her until they shred under her strength, moaning deep and dark..::
"thaaaaaaaank you.....Sir."
::the final word the completion of her surrender to all he demands, wishes, needs..::


mismatched eyes watch the sounds falling from her in pleasured rain, that warmth washing his skin, the (dis)chord of fabric ripping

"And you want more.... yes?"

knowing, reading the writhe of skinless body as passage from timeless novel, her beg to touch.... please..... satisfy....written in such clear prose that the greatest poetry stands no chance against the power of such simple (wordless) gesture

though his touch pulls away - slowly (the torture.... unfulfilled)

"I will give you more..... if Kaj'sha approves and lets me keep you."


"yyyeeeeessss...."
::the purity of her devotion in single syllable, aching to move toward him, to keep touch on (in) her flesh.. as sound pulls to begging whimper, before silenced into risidual moans that shatter through her.. single eye searching mismatched gaze that promises, and fleshless lips smile as she nods..
"I will please you - I will please him so that he approves..."
::I will serve you as no other, you will be proud.. and I will find heaven in your touch::


the smile returns, approval thick in his throat

"Goooooood girl."

drenched fingers lifting to run the backs of knuckles against her cheek, the touch (bloodslicked caress) gentle compared to the affection (assault) of before

"Get dressed....... go eat...... I will find you again when Kaj'sha is ready to meet you."

lifting from the bed, his path weaves 'round the shelled skin that still waits its next command, words soft (as silk warmed across her flesh) before the door clicks closed - revealing the nickname he has chosen for her from his pleasure of her earlier display

"Goodnight SnakeEyes."

Posted by asher at August 03, 2002 12:00 AM
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