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Winter Winds [closed] - Kat - 09-06-2015
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A 1x1 between Kat && Deific.
Feel free to read along.
A 1x1 between Kat && Deific.
Feel free to read along.
Winter Winds [closed] - Kat - 09-06-2015
<div><img style="max-width:25%;float:left;margin:0 18px;" src="http://i.imgur.com/bK43khQ.png" style="avatar]The phone was ringing.
Worthless baubles, discarded trinkets... The whole fucking shebang.
All those collected knick knacks that were useless practically as well as sentimentally, were being pegged one by one. A snow globe from Milwaukee crashed to the floor, sending shards of glass and wet confetti flying every which way. Someone's portrait tumbled in a similar fashion, the image landing face upwards; distorted behind spiderweb fractures etched across the pane. One by one, replaceable bullshit met mundane linoleum in a steady cascade of crashing until nothing remained on the shelf but one small heart shaped box hovering precariously close to the edge. Raury Al Jessan paused just long enough to utter something softly beneath her breath before sailing the last spade-tailed dart towards her final target.
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In the background, the phone would continue to ring.
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Hair dark like coal, she wore it long intentionally. Up or down, curled or swept to the side in a sheen of ebony meant to frame her delicate features, it was noticeably foreign. Maybe just foreign to him. Raury didn't have the same angles or harshness to her build that he did. None of his rigidity either. Her hand spread splayed over his chest while he slept, digits drawn to the warmth and the pulse, intent to press brief imprints into pale skin. Her tan was fading from too much time indoors, but the copper tint never truly left her pigment. She was dark, and he was light, and by the end of their evening together, they could pretend none of this mattered because soon he would be gone again. She always seemed calm in times like these, but her voice would quiver when she asked, "When do you plan to leave?"
---
Emerald hues flickered upwards as Roark hovered precariously close to her desk. "Can I help you?"
A face only a mother could love; that was Roark Benson. Undeterred by this fact, he always seemed interested in starting a conversation with Raury that she didn't care to partake in, with snarky commentary spat from behind buck teeth and tar stains.
"Got a new job for ya." He honked with an accent akin to gargling ball bearings. Quick to watch as the file slapped the desk with an audible flap of stapled pamphlets, the woman brought it closer to where she was seated to peer over the contents while her counterpart droned on with details. "Nothing too serious, but there's been problems recently with our informant out in Ferris. He's asking for a relocation, and if they're on to him, he'll get his wish. 'Course that means you'll need to transfer."
Looking up from the opened folder, Raury stated, "To Boston."
"Yeah, and I figure they're more keen to have an Elf workin' there then New Yorkers are. No disrespect, of course, but you stick out like a sore thumb here."
Raury offered only the slightest hint of a smile as she remarked, "They won't like me any more than New Yorkers do, but it has nothing to do with being an Elf."
She wasn't new to dirty looks, but sometimes, she felt like she deserved them.
---
Snow blanketed the streets, and on several city blocks branching from where she had been staying, power was out. Her power was out, at the very least. A cigarette burned between her finger tips while hunter green hues stared out over the city as she waited for the call. Two of her fingernails were broken from the last time she had to hit someone while wearing gloves, and the bruise on her exposed ribs was a decently sized reminder of how much smaller she was in size than Bahmi were. Sometimes she used a gun - a nifty little FN five-seven - but she hadn't needed it when she was taking swings at the individual responsible. He met the concrete from the top floor head on; game over, fucker.
She was justified in her actions.
Only Raury didn't feel justified. What she felt was sore, and cold considering how little she wore in the flurries blowing through the alcove of the balcony. Her apartment was nice, but she had lived in nicer. She had killed in nicer. Her job took her all over the place, to far cleaner condos and penthouses than where she hunkered down presently, but also to less than appealing locations few would care to venture to if there was option to avoid doing so. Long legs were bare, her shorts meant for sleeping in rather than wearing outdoors. Her arms were bare, left in a tank top that was too shear to really be seen as practical. Her body reacted to the cold well; she was from the north east originally.
Still, she snubbed her cigarette out quickly after having grown tired of it, and stalked back inside. Even with power lines down, it was better than meeting the elements in her sleep wear.
Winter Winds [closed] - Kat - 09-22-2015
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His words were cruel. "Boston? What the fuck is there for you in Boston?!"
Raury looked away, off to the far wall with the clock and the shelves of older books and scented candles; Anywhere that wasn't at his face which seemed stuck on a mask of irritated harshness. Muscled arms crossed as he waited for her to answer, but the Elf found it difficult to express the same level of elevated emotion her companion did.
"Work, Jabhak. The same reason I was here for the last few months."
"So what? You expect me to carry on some long distance relationship with you? Were you gonna give me any sort of heads up ahead of time? When are you leaving?" He hadn't moved in some time, his stance disciplined and his brow knit in frustration. "What the hell is going on with you?"
She could be cruel, too. "I'm not asking for anything. I'm just letting you know I'm leaving soon." Pausing to continue gathering up loose belongings scattered across the apartment she could easily identify, Raury continued with, "I don't want to try and keep this going. Neither of us think it's going to work, anyway. I certainly don't." The coldness to her tone matched the season, the gusts of chilled air lapping at the windows while her nonchalance had a way of cutting deep without full intention in doing so. Raury didn't want to hurt Jabhak, but she could. She would.
"Just like that? You're throwing away the last six months without a fucking second thought? What the fuck is wrong with you?" For the first time, his voice faltered, and as Raury turned to head for the door, he reached to grab her upper arm in attempt to anchor her presence to his. A feeble attempt, really. "Raury, fucking look at me- what is going on?"
In this moment, she would oblige her company, turning back to face Jabhak with the hint of a melancholic smirk teasing the corner of her lips. "I met someone new."
---
The bullet would find it's target square between the eyes within two seconds of leaving the barrel of her rifle. That quick. This model of Blaser was her favorite gun for assassination jobs, and as the distance erupted in screams and panicking voices, the elf was already slipping away through the snowy evening air with hit-kit in tow. Prints covered in newly fallen alabaster, the duffel bag slung over her shoulder was a small arsenal equipped for catering to most jobs she received on the fly; as professional as contract killing was expected to be. Raury was clean, timely, and forgettable in a crowd. It was more than dumb luck that send the woman tumbling down this path of chaos. Personally, Raury blamed a bunch of Ethian drug runners and her adopted mother's cocaine problem, but she didn't need a therapist to hear the tales of her youth.
She didn't need to pay someone to hear how fucked up her life had been until this point.
Sirens wailed and people ran, but Raury was several blocks away before police started a search for individuals with bags able to conceal weapons of the caliber used. She had been on that roof top for thirteen hours before that shot was made, just waiting for the right angle. Having not wanted to hit his wife accidentally, it took at least two hours of scrutinizing to ensure the Commissioner wasn't too close to his overly attached spouse. The hole in his head following the act was enough to send her reeling off to put as much space between their two persons as she could get on such short notice.
Good. Be miserable. Be alone. Fuck 'em.
Raury didn't take the Tram home. Instead, she walked the fourteen blocks with an almost apathetic stare hovering over the city streets in their gridlock pattern. Already, she hated it here. The smells, the sounds, the lights. The deserts were her home, the dry heat. This was temporary. A pit stop- a fill up station. Another hub to rake the underbelly of, because if nothing else, death was a commodity most Bostonians could see needing at one point or another. They didn't like one another anymore than the New Yorkers had, only racism here was just a pinch more noticeable. Fewer Bahmi, fewer Kelari, and Elves like her were looked at with narrowed gazes.
Cute shit, really. Raury was tan, and that made soccer mom's uncomfortable. Really fucking cute.
---
Features turned inwards to kiss his chest, the fair skin beneath her touch earning as much of her attention as she could afford to offer. Raury was always preoccupied; busy. Her mind didn't take breaks, and even in sleep, it continued a methodical grind of checklists to ensure things went perfectly. A smooth job was comforting. A choppy job was jarring. Gerra was a bit of both at once, yet not a job. A passion, perhaps. "I was reassigned to the Boston office." She stated matter-of-factly through the dim of their hotel room. The two didn't have many options when it came to privacy, and when their lives were so intricately entwined with the affairs of the Unseen, they took what solace they could. Having never felt guilt about much of anything, Gerra wasn't looked to as a mistake on her part. If anything, he was the one choice she had gotten right by some miracle of coincidental decision making.
Now she felt strange against his figure, using his bulkier torso to rest her cheek as the bombardment of worries persisted. "I won't see you for a while. Getting settled in always takes time..." She trailed off before muttering, "Just don't leave before the sun shows up, okay?"
---
A candle was lit, and with the flickering flame for guidance, the woman traipsed through the dark of her new apartment. Boxes and half unpacked storage containers littered the main hall, creating an obstacle course most would see as a nuisance. Raury just stepped over, and sidled by, and pirouetted past the mess. The clutter would be there until she was absolutely positive Boston was a short-lived stop in her already hectic life; it wouldn't be the first time she had been shuffled through the moving routine for work reasons. After all, an assassin was best at their job when they remained an anonymous figure. Raury had many names, and none of them were personal to the Elf. She didn't disclose personal information to anyone. Well, only to one person, sometimes. Some things.
Sentimental things that were meant to be shared with the individual this one held close to their heart... But that was her exception to a common sense rule. Don't share personal information with strangers. In Raury's mind, everyone was a stranger. Sometimes, even Gerra.
The screen on her phone was softly illuminated, the half battery life an indication of how long the power had been out in her neighborhood on the upper west side. Sighing, she swiped the touch screen with her thumb a few times before pulling up her texts, and instinctively held her breath to see what had been said in her nicotine fueled absence. If nothing else, messages from Gerra made her heart ache less. Three minutes past midnight; surely he was free.
Raury looked away, off to the far wall with the clock and the shelves of older books and scented candles; Anywhere that wasn't at his face which seemed stuck on a mask of irritated harshness. Muscled arms crossed as he waited for her to answer, but the Elf found it difficult to express the same level of elevated emotion her companion did.
"Work, Jabhak. The same reason I was here for the last few months."
"So what? You expect me to carry on some long distance relationship with you? Were you gonna give me any sort of heads up ahead of time? When are you leaving?" He hadn't moved in some time, his stance disciplined and his brow knit in frustration. "What the hell is going on with you?"
She could be cruel, too. "I'm not asking for anything. I'm just letting you know I'm leaving soon." Pausing to continue gathering up loose belongings scattered across the apartment she could easily identify, Raury continued with, "I don't want to try and keep this going. Neither of us think it's going to work, anyway. I certainly don't." The coldness to her tone matched the season, the gusts of chilled air lapping at the windows while her nonchalance had a way of cutting deep without full intention in doing so. Raury didn't want to hurt Jabhak, but she could. She would.
"Just like that? You're throwing away the last six months without a fucking second thought? What the fuck is wrong with you?" For the first time, his voice faltered, and as Raury turned to head for the door, he reached to grab her upper arm in attempt to anchor her presence to his. A feeble attempt, really. "Raury, fucking look at me- what is going on?"
In this moment, she would oblige her company, turning back to face Jabhak with the hint of a melancholic smirk teasing the corner of her lips. "I met someone new."
---
The bullet would find it's target square between the eyes within two seconds of leaving the barrel of her rifle. That quick. This model of Blaser was her favorite gun for assassination jobs, and as the distance erupted in screams and panicking voices, the elf was already slipping away through the snowy evening air with hit-kit in tow. Prints covered in newly fallen alabaster, the duffel bag slung over her shoulder was a small arsenal equipped for catering to most jobs she received on the fly; as professional as contract killing was expected to be. Raury was clean, timely, and forgettable in a crowd. It was more than dumb luck that send the woman tumbling down this path of chaos. Personally, Raury blamed a bunch of Ethian drug runners and her adopted mother's cocaine problem, but she didn't need a therapist to hear the tales of her youth.
She didn't need to pay someone to hear how fucked up her life had been until this point.
Sirens wailed and people ran, but Raury was several blocks away before police started a search for individuals with bags able to conceal weapons of the caliber used. She had been on that roof top for thirteen hours before that shot was made, just waiting for the right angle. Having not wanted to hit his wife accidentally, it took at least two hours of scrutinizing to ensure the Commissioner wasn't too close to his overly attached spouse. The hole in his head following the act was enough to send her reeling off to put as much space between their two persons as she could get on such short notice.
Good. Be miserable. Be alone. Fuck 'em.
Raury didn't take the Tram home. Instead, she walked the fourteen blocks with an almost apathetic stare hovering over the city streets in their gridlock pattern. Already, she hated it here. The smells, the sounds, the lights. The deserts were her home, the dry heat. This was temporary. A pit stop- a fill up station. Another hub to rake the underbelly of, because if nothing else, death was a commodity most Bostonians could see needing at one point or another. They didn't like one another anymore than the New Yorkers had, only racism here was just a pinch more noticeable. Fewer Bahmi, fewer Kelari, and Elves like her were looked at with narrowed gazes.
Cute shit, really. Raury was tan, and that made soccer mom's uncomfortable. Really fucking cute.
---
Features turned inwards to kiss his chest, the fair skin beneath her touch earning as much of her attention as she could afford to offer. Raury was always preoccupied; busy. Her mind didn't take breaks, and even in sleep, it continued a methodical grind of checklists to ensure things went perfectly. A smooth job was comforting. A choppy job was jarring. Gerra was a bit of both at once, yet not a job. A passion, perhaps. "I was reassigned to the Boston office." She stated matter-of-factly through the dim of their hotel room. The two didn't have many options when it came to privacy, and when their lives were so intricately entwined with the affairs of the Unseen, they took what solace they could. Having never felt guilt about much of anything, Gerra wasn't looked to as a mistake on her part. If anything, he was the one choice she had gotten right by some miracle of coincidental decision making.
Now she felt strange against his figure, using his bulkier torso to rest her cheek as the bombardment of worries persisted. "I won't see you for a while. Getting settled in always takes time..." She trailed off before muttering, "Just don't leave before the sun shows up, okay?"
---
A candle was lit, and with the flickering flame for guidance, the woman traipsed through the dark of her new apartment. Boxes and half unpacked storage containers littered the main hall, creating an obstacle course most would see as a nuisance. Raury just stepped over, and sidled by, and pirouetted past the mess. The clutter would be there until she was absolutely positive Boston was a short-lived stop in her already hectic life; it wouldn't be the first time she had been shuffled through the moving routine for work reasons. After all, an assassin was best at their job when they remained an anonymous figure. Raury had many names, and none of them were personal to the Elf. She didn't disclose personal information to anyone. Well, only to one person, sometimes. Some things.
Sentimental things that were meant to be shared with the individual this one held close to their heart... But that was her exception to a common sense rule. Don't share personal information with strangers. In Raury's mind, everyone was a stranger. Sometimes, even Gerra.
The screen on her phone was softly illuminated, the half battery life an indication of how long the power had been out in her neighborhood on the upper west side. Sighing, she swiped the touch screen with her thumb a few times before pulling up her texts, and instinctively held her breath to see what had been said in her nicotine fueled absence. If nothing else, messages from Gerra made her heart ache less. Three minutes past midnight; surely he was free.
RAJ says: But the power is out right now, so it's not like I'm up to anything. I half expect to get a call.
GA says: Maybe you will. Maybe not. Did your job earlier go well?
RAJ says: Boring. I'm stiff. Could use a back rub. ;(
GA says: You asking for one?
RAJ says: I could be.
Raury paused, blinking a few times at the screen before adding quickly,
RAJ says: Actually, yes. Come over. I'm also afraid of the dark.
GA says: I call bullshit.
RAJ says: Come see for yourself. I'm cowering and everything.
Winter Winds [closed] - Kat - 09-22-2015
Raury had a knack for twirling loose locks of raven hair when she was on the phone. Receiver held to a tipped ear, the Elf had the barest of smiles spread over her lips as Gerra's voice crossed the threshold of their call. Something about his tone and the clearness of his responses drove away her caution. There was a yearning that dwelt deep in her core; a lust beyond the physical. His presence dislodged doubt, and smothered insecurities. What anonymity she strove to capture was released with her companion's words. He knew her as she was, stripped of all the mystery and intrigue, because he had taken to time to learn what made Raury tick.
She would never forget that, even when they were apart for prolonged periods of time.
She would never forget that, even when they were apart for prolonged periods of time.
RAJ says: Oh? You called after all. You know better than to play hard-to-get with me.
GA says: Just like you know better than to try and say you're afraid of the dark.
RAJ says: -a feigned gasp- But what if I am?
GA says: Then you'd be afraid of me.
RAJ says: Hah! As if, Snowball.
Pacing the bedroom in that outfit better described as 'sleeping attire', the woman flickered emerald hues over her empty walls and towards the shades hiding the view of the street. Small circles were made, her bare feet silent as she trailed along during their conversation; her attention elsewhere- With Gerra, wherever he may have been currently.
GA says: Snowball is second-guessing that backrub you wanted from him.
RAJ says: Wahhhh. You can't do that. No fair.
GA says: What if I did?
RAJ says: I'd cry.
Her teasing was selfish; she used it to tempt Gerra when she could because she didn't want to wait. They had days they planned meetings, and they had nights when the circumstances just seemed to fit. Now, she knew he should be sleeping- there was no doubt in her mind Gerra would be called to another job just as soon as the sun rose, and the city was alive again with a wash of light and sound. That didn't matter. Her heart was in charge of the finer details. The details pertaining to her companion, and his existence in her general vicinity. If they met in public, there would be pause only to share brief glances, and nothing would come of their shared looks. In private, she could be needy. That was allotted to her by their connection, and the bond they happened upon by chance.
Had they first met under the shroud of darkness as well? Of course. Dumb luck. A series of fortunate occurrences.
Had they first met under the shroud of darkness as well? Of course. Dumb luck. A series of fortunate occurrences.
GA says: I don't think you're going to cry.
RAJ says: Yeah? Why do you say that?
---
With her legs spread, she presented the stranger with more options than were necessary. There was alcohol on her breath, and a cigarette rested between her lips as she asked quietly, "Do you have a name?"
"Tell me yours first." He was already on his knees, the marble tile in the bathroom matching his black slacks. Raury leaned back against the mirror, arched so not to seat his ass directly in the sink. Instead, she favored the edge so her heels remained planted at their toe against the flooring. With his breath hot against her thigh, her lips released a barely audible sigh before she lulled her features down to direct them at the snow topped male.
"My real name?" The cigarette was removed to be crushed into the basin of the sink and discarded there, but a sharp bite to the skin above the top of her stocking made her wince. "Ow- It's Raury."
"I like that name." He mused, his tone crooning and deep with a small growl following his release of her skin.
"And yours? If you don't tell me, I'll have to give you one, and I'll make it so awful, you won't want to continue." her fingers ran through his hair, slicking it back while he hovered over the thin barrier of material separating his words from her sex. She could feel the heat; the vibrations brought a chill down her spine. "Choice is yours, Snowball."
"Mm, Gerra." Flicking his tongue against the outlined crease of her cunt, pale hues trailed upwards to where her breasts spilled out of her dress. His teeth had left marks all over her throat and cleavage, the liquor shared between them a lubricant for their otherwise strict rules concerning public exposure. He wanted to fuck her right there in the bathroom, and she wanted to be fucked there. The lines blurred, and his hunger seemed to stem with each playful smirk she shot his way.
"I can make you cum, Gerra." Purred from her parted mouth, the edges curled ever so slightly as she added, "But you're already on your knees."
Digits shifted to press against the front of her panties, forcing the fabric inwards while the tips of his fingers swirled circles around her clit. How wet she was made the male all the more interested in an answer when he asked softly, "Isn't it dangerous to trust a stranger?"
Her lips gaped slightly as a small whimper escaped Raury, followed shortly by her admittance. "You're not a stranger to me, Gerra."
"What a little slut you are..." Gerra pushed away the barrier to swipe his tongue against her slick folds. "You taste like trouble."
Her thighs tightened at his shoulders. Raury could only manage a brief nod as she bit her bottom lip to stifle panting breaths, her gaze hooded where it looked to the hunched figure on the floor. "M'hm." The hand at Gerra's head tugged gently at his hair, drawing him closer so his tongue was free to delve between the spread his fingers made of her cunt. "You were looking for trouble."
"Tell me yours first." He was already on his knees, the marble tile in the bathroom matching his black slacks. Raury leaned back against the mirror, arched so not to seat his ass directly in the sink. Instead, she favored the edge so her heels remained planted at their toe against the flooring. With his breath hot against her thigh, her lips released a barely audible sigh before she lulled her features down to direct them at the snow topped male.
"My real name?" The cigarette was removed to be crushed into the basin of the sink and discarded there, but a sharp bite to the skin above the top of her stocking made her wince. "Ow- It's Raury."
"I like that name." He mused, his tone crooning and deep with a small growl following his release of her skin.
"And yours? If you don't tell me, I'll have to give you one, and I'll make it so awful, you won't want to continue." her fingers ran through his hair, slicking it back while he hovered over the thin barrier of material separating his words from her sex. She could feel the heat; the vibrations brought a chill down her spine. "Choice is yours, Snowball."
"Mm, Gerra." Flicking his tongue against the outlined crease of her cunt, pale hues trailed upwards to where her breasts spilled out of her dress. His teeth had left marks all over her throat and cleavage, the liquor shared between them a lubricant for their otherwise strict rules concerning public exposure. He wanted to fuck her right there in the bathroom, and she wanted to be fucked there. The lines blurred, and his hunger seemed to stem with each playful smirk she shot his way.
"I can make you cum, Gerra." Purred from her parted mouth, the edges curled ever so slightly as she added, "But you're already on your knees."
Digits shifted to press against the front of her panties, forcing the fabric inwards while the tips of his fingers swirled circles around her clit. How wet she was made the male all the more interested in an answer when he asked softly, "Isn't it dangerous to trust a stranger?"
Her lips gaped slightly as a small whimper escaped Raury, followed shortly by her admittance. "You're not a stranger to me, Gerra."
"What a little slut you are..." Gerra pushed away the barrier to swipe his tongue against her slick folds. "You taste like trouble."
Her thighs tightened at his shoulders. Raury could only manage a brief nod as she bit her bottom lip to stifle panting breaths, her gaze hooded where it looked to the hunched figure on the floor. "M'hm." The hand at Gerra's head tugged gently at his hair, drawing him closer so his tongue was free to delve between the spread his fingers made of her cunt. "You were looking for trouble."
---
A knock brought Raury's attention back to reality, and quickly, she headed back through the narrow hallway full of stacked boxes. Peeking through the small viewing hole from her tip toes, the woman made a squeal of delight before unlocking the series deadbolts keeping the world at bay. Everything came to a halt when Gerra arrived, and even the phone she held to her face was forgotten as the door opened and she was able to wrap him up into a tight embrace. "Shit, you were so fast!" Raury wasted no time with small talk as she smothered his features in kisses; brief, doting manuevers to decorate his lips and cheeks in her affections.
"I'm impressed there wasn't more traffic." She bounced away just as quickly as she had swarmed him, her scantily clad figure falling back into the shadows of the dark apartment. A few candles wavered in the pitch, though she had no doubts he could cope without them. Both had extensive training related to working in the dark; the scenery was typically ignored in favor of her company. "You smell nice. Had I known you were going to take me up on that offer, I'd have done something with myself..." Trailing off, she flipped her hair back before forking her fingers through it lightly. "Just this once, you can be the better dressed one."
"I'm impressed there wasn't more traffic." She bounced away just as quickly as she had swarmed him, her scantily clad figure falling back into the shadows of the dark apartment. A few candles wavered in the pitch, though she had no doubts he could cope without them. Both had extensive training related to working in the dark; the scenery was typically ignored in favor of her company. "You smell nice. Had I known you were going to take me up on that offer, I'd have done something with myself..." Trailing off, she flipped her hair back before forking her fingers through it lightly. "Just this once, you can be the better dressed one."
Winter Winds [closed] - Kat - 09-29-2015
A gun between your lips made it difficult the enunciate anything other than garbled vowels. Tied to the framework of moth eaten wicker, the chair creaked slightly as the captive male struggled against his bindings; dark eyes attempting to focus beneath a fringe of messy ebony quills. The lights above flickered ominously as the winds howled beyond their cellar holding station, though attention didn't part from the stocking wearing figure keeping his mouth full. Hovering over him, the elf applied slightly more pressure and whispered slowly, "Now would be a great time for you to say something intelligible."
"Ah ouuu aAHHH OUU EE AHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" His teeth bared against the gag, teeth flat against the metal of the barrel, while his best efforts went towards bouncing the ancient chair around the cement flooring. It hadn't been successful the countless times before now he had tried, but Raury dropped her other arm and pulled back the glock as she added, "I have plans later." With her posture straightened, her expression seemed comfortable settling as a disapproving frown. Reaching the other side of the squared room, her torso craned backwards against the wall, leaving long legs crossed at the ankles in their sheer coating. One of her hands had ventured to her eyeliner where the tips of her fingers were careful to ensure it had remained intact.
"Fuck you-." Sneering, the Eth spit in her general direction, "Bitch!" His aim was bad, his accent was thick, and Raury had half a mind to smack the shit out of him for his liberal use of expletives. Yet, there she remained, a hawkish pair of emerald hues narrowing through the dim of her shadowed resting place. "This place is a cage! I AM NO ANIMAL! I AM NO FUCKING ANIMAL!" His rocking became more violent, thrashing and wild as though he really thought he could outstretch the restraints by simply expanding their circumference. Unfortunately, the knots didn't work in such a fashion, and with each new desperate attempt at freedom, the prisoner received tightened bindings that now cut into the exposed flesh of is appendages. Raury was under no false impression that the treatment wasn't cruel, but her entire life was a creation made from similar experiences.
She had lived among the scorpions, and killed those weaker than herself to survive. Boston was nothing comparatively. Not even a blip on her radar. Just a cold, loud mesh of bodies all huddling together for warmth. Her demeanor switched to one of mock mirth, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Animals don't defecate where they eat, so I guess you're not an animal. I hope none of the animal's nearby get wind of you. I would hate to offend them with such a poor comparison." Even without the gun trained on the Eth, Raury was in control. When it came to her job, she was always in control; there was no doubt to this. "Why did you kill her, Mariq?"
"SHE WAS MINE! I PAID FOR HER AND SHE WAS FUCKING MINE! Why am I even here?! LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING-" Slapped silent, he widened his eyes in pained shock as the gun dragged through the swing of Raury's wallop across an already bruised cheek. The Elf pulled back her arm then, the gun pointed back towards the floor while she cleared her throat.
"Did you kill your wife, Mariq?" Raury's blood was coursing, the rush meeting her ears so with each frantic blink her company made, she tensed a fidgeting digit against the trigger of her weapon. "Did you?"
Mariq snorted with nostrils flared, his skin glistening with accumulated globules of sweat and blood from the sunken crater that was once an attractive eye socket. "She was a whore..."
"That whore was the mother... Of your children." Her free hand clenched as it glided against the outline of her cocktail dress. "Your contract wants you alive, but they didn't specify what state of living they want you in... So, you better pray I get tired of making a fucking mess of you." Turning off towards the back of the cellar, the woman sifted through medical implements and other heinous looking tools before settling over a pair of pliers with rubber electrical tape grips.
"I'm quicker to exhaust myself than to forgive you- that's a promise."
"Ah ouuu aAHHH OUU EE AHHHHHHH AHHHHHHH!" His teeth bared against the gag, teeth flat against the metal of the barrel, while his best efforts went towards bouncing the ancient chair around the cement flooring. It hadn't been successful the countless times before now he had tried, but Raury dropped her other arm and pulled back the glock as she added, "I have plans later." With her posture straightened, her expression seemed comfortable settling as a disapproving frown. Reaching the other side of the squared room, her torso craned backwards against the wall, leaving long legs crossed at the ankles in their sheer coating. One of her hands had ventured to her eyeliner where the tips of her fingers were careful to ensure it had remained intact.
"Fuck you-." Sneering, the Eth spit in her general direction, "Bitch!" His aim was bad, his accent was thick, and Raury had half a mind to smack the shit out of him for his liberal use of expletives. Yet, there she remained, a hawkish pair of emerald hues narrowing through the dim of her shadowed resting place. "This place is a cage! I AM NO ANIMAL! I AM NO FUCKING ANIMAL!" His rocking became more violent, thrashing and wild as though he really thought he could outstretch the restraints by simply expanding their circumference. Unfortunately, the knots didn't work in such a fashion, and with each new desperate attempt at freedom, the prisoner received tightened bindings that now cut into the exposed flesh of is appendages. Raury was under no false impression that the treatment wasn't cruel, but her entire life was a creation made from similar experiences.
She had lived among the scorpions, and killed those weaker than herself to survive. Boston was nothing comparatively. Not even a blip on her radar. Just a cold, loud mesh of bodies all huddling together for warmth. Her demeanor switched to one of mock mirth, the hint of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. "Animals don't defecate where they eat, so I guess you're not an animal. I hope none of the animal's nearby get wind of you. I would hate to offend them with such a poor comparison." Even without the gun trained on the Eth, Raury was in control. When it came to her job, she was always in control; there was no doubt to this. "Why did you kill her, Mariq?"
"SHE WAS MINE! I PAID FOR HER AND SHE WAS FUCKING MINE! Why am I even here?! LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING-" Slapped silent, he widened his eyes in pained shock as the gun dragged through the swing of Raury's wallop across an already bruised cheek. The Elf pulled back her arm then, the gun pointed back towards the floor while she cleared her throat.
"Did you kill your wife, Mariq?" Raury's blood was coursing, the rush meeting her ears so with each frantic blink her company made, she tensed a fidgeting digit against the trigger of her weapon. "Did you?"
Mariq snorted with nostrils flared, his skin glistening with accumulated globules of sweat and blood from the sunken crater that was once an attractive eye socket. "She was a whore..."
"That whore was the mother... Of your children." Her free hand clenched as it glided against the outline of her cocktail dress. "Your contract wants you alive, but they didn't specify what state of living they want you in... So, you better pray I get tired of making a fucking mess of you." Turning off towards the back of the cellar, the woman sifted through medical implements and other heinous looking tools before settling over a pair of pliers with rubber electrical tape grips.
"I'm quicker to exhaust myself than to forgive you- that's a promise."
---
"I can't talk- NO, I CAN'T TALK NOW!" Raury shouted into the phone receiver, the music loud and her drink beckoning her priorities straighten themselves out without sobriety interfering in her plans for the evening. "At the club. YES, CLUB! Look, I will call you back. WHAT? OH! Yeah, one. He's pretty hot but I think he's albino? I haven't talked to him yet- oh, sorry. HOT ALBINO. I GOTTA GO. YEAH, BYE." As the call ended and her phone was unceremoniously stuffed back in her clutch, there was a look one might describe as mischief masking her tan features. Whether the stranger had heard what she said or not, she didn't care. The stir stick in her cocktail was swished lazily, shifting the apple green contents of the glass in an oily vortex.
"Hm..."
---
How she shook at Gerra's tongue swiped and circled her clit, delving between her coated folds to penetrate her tight hole with the tip. Her body quaked, figure electric as her thighs caved inwards towards the tightening of eager muscles surrounding his affections. Her lips parted in ecstasy as a series of breathing pants escaped the Elf; her sounds intensifying with each thrusting he administered. Raury had never fucked anyone in a bathroom before, and had she not been entirely too intoxicated for her own good, she never would have attempted it. Only then, in that moment, did her inhibitions seem to recede back to the deep recesses of her being. She only thought of Gerra and the attention he garnered in wake of his hunger, and her climax stemmed from that animal magnetism.
No choice but to cum; she followed the orders well.
A gush of pleasure inspired juices coated Gerra's visage, marking him with her appreciation as the woman gyrated greedily against the male's lips. His pale quills were grasped harshly to pull him further into her cunt so her fluids stained his pale features with hidden markings of guilt. The jitters of her outstretched legs was no deterrent from riding the climax out fully, even if it meant grounding her stance moreso in those sharp heels of hers. A steady grind was backed by her hushed whispers of, "Please please please..." as though she feared him stopped at some crucial point in the process. That would have been unacceptable; Raury fully intended to use this stranger for all he was worth until their night together was done.
Winded, her panting paused as the hand in Gerra's hair relinquished it's grasp. "Get off the ground..." Emerald hues blinked several times before she added with a small smirk, "It's filthy down there."
---
Dancing in the shadows, her body swayed like there was some dark melody to follow in step to, though when Gerra closed the gap between them, Raury eased slightly against the larger figure. "We're never been normal people, Gerra. I'm sure there are other abnormal people out there, hoping to get from point A to point B." A scan of the room didn't really give much of a reading on Raury as a person, though there was a neatness amid the chaos. Despite nothing having been unpacked from their boxes, each container was stacked and situated with other containers of holding similar contents. Her eyes weren't in search of her belongings though, but instead followed the tilt of her head so she was staring towards the floor while the fingers kneading her back started their work.
"Mm, I definitely want the back rub." A pause followed as her neck was rolled languidly in response to Gerra's work at her rear. "But that hint at the end... Are you trying to get in some quality Netflix and Chill time?" The Elf actually laughed as her stance straightened itself once more so she could turn slightly to catch Gerra's expression.
"I had you in mind. Not much else. Why? I can't just want you around when there's time?"
"Mm, I definitely want the back rub." A pause followed as her neck was rolled languidly in response to Gerra's work at her rear. "But that hint at the end... Are you trying to get in some quality Netflix and Chill time?" The Elf actually laughed as her stance straightened itself once more so she could turn slightly to catch Gerra's expression.
"I had you in mind. Not much else. Why? I can't just want you around when there's time?"
RE: Winter Winds [closed] - Kat - 10-30-2015
"But he wasn't such a bad guy, was he?"
Sipping her Pumpkin Spice latte, the dark haired Elf shrugged as though unsure of what to say.
"Okay, hear me out-" Cynthia began as one of her hands reached up to anchor crimson locks behind a pointed ear, "He was well off financially, and he was pretty good looking if you're into a dude with a tan. What else? Oh, right! He was funny, right? I always laughed when he went on his rant about oil riggers and debt collection agencies." Pausing, fingers quickly snapped towards Raury to steal back her attention. "Hey! Don't ignore me here, I'm just trying to get an idea of what the hell went south with you two."
Quirking an eyebrow, Raury relinquished the lock her lips had on the plastic lid of her cup, and leaned backwards with a soft sigh. "I don't know... We just didn't click. He didn't light me up, or make me feel fuzzy, or whatever Hallmark emotion I'm supposed to be feeling towards the guy I'm seeing. We were comfortable being comfortable, and when we moved in with one another, it just got weird."
"Jabhak seemed a bit weird, I'll give you that." Smirking, Cynthia looked off towards the food court with her heavily decorated lids narrowed approvingly over the crowd. "Did he find out you kill people for a living?"
Raury scoffed, but the color rose to her cheeks in a display of faint roseate. "What? No. I'm not an idiot."
"So, did he cheat on you?"
"No..." Stiffly, Raury cleared her throat with a cough. "I just wasn't up to juggling a long distance relationship."
"Because there's someone in Boston?" Cynthia howled with laughter before rising with a perky bounce in her patent leather pumps. "Oooh, you're so bad! I'm going to tell Monty about this!"
"Ugh, please don't... For the love of the Gods, Cynthia, keep it to yourself!"
Wagging her finger, the red head wandered further away as she chanted a familiar taunt through the open air, earning a hidden scowl from Raury.
"Raury's got a secret, Raury's gonna get in troubleeeeeeee."
---
She was still tight from the first time he made her cum; all wound up and sensitive. There was little surprise masking her features in the way he pulled back to re-position her, though with his abruptness towards disrobing, the Elf uttered an almost inaudible, "Be gentle..." Neither of them were very gentle, be it in body or soul, so Gerra's dismissive reaction was almost too splendid. Too perfect. Raury's lips parted as the male's head spread her slick cunt like those lacy petals were nothing more than a distraction from his true attentions, and while she appreciated the thought of potential, her hesitation was briefly noticeable as she slid down the snow topped stranger's cock.
No condom. Was she always so risky?
Thoughts to scrutinize over and embellish upon with each powerful thrust, though her moans were the only verbal recognition Raury could afford giving in her current state. After all, desire had a strange way of circumventing common sense. Caught up in Gerra's strong embrace, the woman wrapped slender arms about the larger figure's shoulders as her sex was made to fit his; every inch was taken through satisfied trills of affection. He didn't give pause in the way the shoving parted her inner walls to make way for his girth, though Raury had no real want nor desire for her companion to cease. On the contrary, as she was dragged lower to fully engulf Gerra's cock, her head craned slightly backwards so she could glance over his visage with hooded hues recognizably sensual and dark. Lowered lids narrowed to scan his pale appearance before her tongue peeked out quickly, running along the outline of a subtle smile.
When Gerra kissed Raury, she returned the action with just as much hunger and wanton. Licking and sucking at his lips, the Elf nibbled against the flesh presented for her adoration while she was pushed back up the wall once more, only to be slammed crashing down to envelope the entirety of his shaft. His cock pulsed, and her cunt retaliated by constricting greedily in attempts to swallow his length. How her body struggled, taut and elevated, with only his grip keeping her from the floor below. Leaning inwards, Raury further clung to the other Elf, holding his torso pressed tightly to her own while their hips met through repetitively harsh conjoining time and time again. She liked how he smelled, and how his hands felt against her bare hips. Not too rough, but not delicate like her own. Strong fingers, with a tense lock that let her know just how desperate he was to continue keeping her captive against the wall.
With an almost loving caress of fingers against one of Gerra's ears, Raury admitted under her breath through soft pants, "I didn't think I would find someone like you here."
Perhaps Raury hadn't been looking for a beau, but something about her company compelled the woman to remain adamant in keeping Gerra close. Of course, it wasn't in her best interest to be falling for a stranger; especially one as drunk as she was. None of their evening was mistakenly planned. That honest and true want to find herself overwhelmed by the stranger paled in comparison to the individual fucking her so possessively, and she was enthralled, if only because he was capable of crossing boundaries Raury had self imposed. All that tape to cut through, all that baggage to offload, and still she wasn't satisfied with her burdens. She wanted more, and if she needed to be forthright, maybe it was time to start looking into what she wanted, rather than what was expected of her. Gerra wasn't expected. No one would see this coming. Maybe that was the beauty of the situation between them.
No one had to know.
---
"If you think about me as much as you claim, how do you ever get anything else done?"
The boxes were symbolic at this point - A way of keeping tabs on how life was going with the reclusive assassin. When they were unpacked, and there were places to put the contents of the shipping crates, Raury implied she meant to stay in one place for longer than a few weeks. Now, they remained stacked and stored haphazardly about the apartment as though forgotten in her busy schedule. However, Raury hadn't forgotten them. Couldn't forget them, even if she hoped to. The harsh reality of her situation was something the Elf wasn't given space from acknowledging, and try as she might to ignore her obvious lack of roots in any one place, the boxes kept her grounded. Her head didn't stray from the present; that was where all decisions were made, and all consequences were dealt with. Her life existed in boxes. "I don't know how to cozy it up. Maybe I can work on it at some point when I'm less busy..."
Raury didn't mind being led about the dark apartment, and what remained of the candlelight was enough to distinguish the shapes in the darkness. Gerra settled on the sofa, and while she was willing to settle in with him, her eyes continued flickering backwards to spy the other Elf through the blackout atmosphere. "Eager beaver you are, all ready to get down to business..." Her hands slipped towards the hem of her night shirt, and when it was hooked by her thumbs, she tugged the silky fabric upwards just enough to expose her back to Gerra. "I don't worry about losing you." Her brows knit as she intended to recant the statement, finding better wording just as quickly as the message was given.
"Well, I mean, not in that way. I don't think you're off chasing other women, I guess. I'd know, I think. I'm generally well informed on things." without elaborating any further, Raury continued with, "But safety wise. I worry about your safety, and whether you're going to have the opportunity to tell me if something went wrong with a job." Half hunched over in the cradle of Gerra's legs, the woman rolled her neck with a muted groan. "I'm not used to worrying about anyone but myself, you know. It's really fucking weird."
Sipping her Pumpkin Spice latte, the dark haired Elf shrugged as though unsure of what to say.
"Okay, hear me out-" Cynthia began as one of her hands reached up to anchor crimson locks behind a pointed ear, "He was well off financially, and he was pretty good looking if you're into a dude with a tan. What else? Oh, right! He was funny, right? I always laughed when he went on his rant about oil riggers and debt collection agencies." Pausing, fingers quickly snapped towards Raury to steal back her attention. "Hey! Don't ignore me here, I'm just trying to get an idea of what the hell went south with you two."
Quirking an eyebrow, Raury relinquished the lock her lips had on the plastic lid of her cup, and leaned backwards with a soft sigh. "I don't know... We just didn't click. He didn't light me up, or make me feel fuzzy, or whatever Hallmark emotion I'm supposed to be feeling towards the guy I'm seeing. We were comfortable being comfortable, and when we moved in with one another, it just got weird."
"Jabhak seemed a bit weird, I'll give you that." Smirking, Cynthia looked off towards the food court with her heavily decorated lids narrowed approvingly over the crowd. "Did he find out you kill people for a living?"
Raury scoffed, but the color rose to her cheeks in a display of faint roseate. "What? No. I'm not an idiot."
"So, did he cheat on you?"
"No..." Stiffly, Raury cleared her throat with a cough. "I just wasn't up to juggling a long distance relationship."
"Because there's someone in Boston?" Cynthia howled with laughter before rising with a perky bounce in her patent leather pumps. "Oooh, you're so bad! I'm going to tell Monty about this!"
"Ugh, please don't... For the love of the Gods, Cynthia, keep it to yourself!"
Wagging her finger, the red head wandered further away as she chanted a familiar taunt through the open air, earning a hidden scowl from Raury.
"Raury's got a secret, Raury's gonna get in troubleeeeeeee."
---
She was still tight from the first time he made her cum; all wound up and sensitive. There was little surprise masking her features in the way he pulled back to re-position her, though with his abruptness towards disrobing, the Elf uttered an almost inaudible, "Be gentle..." Neither of them were very gentle, be it in body or soul, so Gerra's dismissive reaction was almost too splendid. Too perfect. Raury's lips parted as the male's head spread her slick cunt like those lacy petals were nothing more than a distraction from his true attentions, and while she appreciated the thought of potential, her hesitation was briefly noticeable as she slid down the snow topped stranger's cock.
No condom. Was she always so risky?
Thoughts to scrutinize over and embellish upon with each powerful thrust, though her moans were the only verbal recognition Raury could afford giving in her current state. After all, desire had a strange way of circumventing common sense. Caught up in Gerra's strong embrace, the woman wrapped slender arms about the larger figure's shoulders as her sex was made to fit his; every inch was taken through satisfied trills of affection. He didn't give pause in the way the shoving parted her inner walls to make way for his girth, though Raury had no real want nor desire for her companion to cease. On the contrary, as she was dragged lower to fully engulf Gerra's cock, her head craned slightly backwards so she could glance over his visage with hooded hues recognizably sensual and dark. Lowered lids narrowed to scan his pale appearance before her tongue peeked out quickly, running along the outline of a subtle smile.
When Gerra kissed Raury, she returned the action with just as much hunger and wanton. Licking and sucking at his lips, the Elf nibbled against the flesh presented for her adoration while she was pushed back up the wall once more, only to be slammed crashing down to envelope the entirety of his shaft. His cock pulsed, and her cunt retaliated by constricting greedily in attempts to swallow his length. How her body struggled, taut and elevated, with only his grip keeping her from the floor below. Leaning inwards, Raury further clung to the other Elf, holding his torso pressed tightly to her own while their hips met through repetitively harsh conjoining time and time again. She liked how he smelled, and how his hands felt against her bare hips. Not too rough, but not delicate like her own. Strong fingers, with a tense lock that let her know just how desperate he was to continue keeping her captive against the wall.
With an almost loving caress of fingers against one of Gerra's ears, Raury admitted under her breath through soft pants, "I didn't think I would find someone like you here."
Perhaps Raury hadn't been looking for a beau, but something about her company compelled the woman to remain adamant in keeping Gerra close. Of course, it wasn't in her best interest to be falling for a stranger; especially one as drunk as she was. None of their evening was mistakenly planned. That honest and true want to find herself overwhelmed by the stranger paled in comparison to the individual fucking her so possessively, and she was enthralled, if only because he was capable of crossing boundaries Raury had self imposed. All that tape to cut through, all that baggage to offload, and still she wasn't satisfied with her burdens. She wanted more, and if she needed to be forthright, maybe it was time to start looking into what she wanted, rather than what was expected of her. Gerra wasn't expected. No one would see this coming. Maybe that was the beauty of the situation between them.
No one had to know.
---
"If you think about me as much as you claim, how do you ever get anything else done?"
The boxes were symbolic at this point - A way of keeping tabs on how life was going with the reclusive assassin. When they were unpacked, and there were places to put the contents of the shipping crates, Raury implied she meant to stay in one place for longer than a few weeks. Now, they remained stacked and stored haphazardly about the apartment as though forgotten in her busy schedule. However, Raury hadn't forgotten them. Couldn't forget them, even if she hoped to. The harsh reality of her situation was something the Elf wasn't given space from acknowledging, and try as she might to ignore her obvious lack of roots in any one place, the boxes kept her grounded. Her head didn't stray from the present; that was where all decisions were made, and all consequences were dealt with. Her life existed in boxes. "I don't know how to cozy it up. Maybe I can work on it at some point when I'm less busy..."
Raury didn't mind being led about the dark apartment, and what remained of the candlelight was enough to distinguish the shapes in the darkness. Gerra settled on the sofa, and while she was willing to settle in with him, her eyes continued flickering backwards to spy the other Elf through the blackout atmosphere. "Eager beaver you are, all ready to get down to business..." Her hands slipped towards the hem of her night shirt, and when it was hooked by her thumbs, she tugged the silky fabric upwards just enough to expose her back to Gerra. "I don't worry about losing you." Her brows knit as she intended to recant the statement, finding better wording just as quickly as the message was given.
"Well, I mean, not in that way. I don't think you're off chasing other women, I guess. I'd know, I think. I'm generally well informed on things." without elaborating any further, Raury continued with, "But safety wise. I worry about your safety, and whether you're going to have the opportunity to tell me if something went wrong with a job." Half hunched over in the cradle of Gerra's legs, the woman rolled her neck with a muted groan. "I'm not used to worrying about anyone but myself, you know. It's really fucking weird."
RE: Winter Winds [closed] - Kat - 01-12-2016
"I don't do tattoos."
The voice through the mirrored glass outright laughed at the Elf before the other man standing within arms reach in the enclosure twirled a ringed finger in one slow swirl. "Just turn around and put your hands up on the wall. I can tell you now, you'll feel better when it's over."
"When what's over?"
"Branding." Her companion stated before moving inwards to take Raury in his grip, forcing her backwards despite the growl she issued low in her throat. "We don't do tattoos either. Figure the higher ups are cheap-"
"LET ME THE FUCK GO! WHERE IS ROMANY? LET ME GO! LET ME FUCKING GO OR I SWEAR-"
With a crushing blow, Raury was flattened up against the concrete of the room while the much larger Bahmi leaned forward to usher a message near the tip of her ear. "You don't swear at me-" He bashed her once more into the wall, "Do you fucking understand? You are not in control here. Now, put your arms up and keep them up, or I'll break them."
Winded, Raury felt the room spin like a carnival attraction as she did what she had been told to do, though the waves of nausea that followed the action made it near impossible not to wince and shiver at her station. Next thing she knew, the far door was opening, and words passed between the two men she had been so eager to meet hours prior. "Please don't do this..." The woman mumbled against the cool surface, though she doubted either Bahmi had any intention of listening to her plea.
"Nice and quick while it's hot, Monty."
"Yeah, yeah... Not my first rodeo."
Then came the searing of flesh, to which Raury howled and struggled against while still pinned to the wall. Hot metal morphed her bare shoulder blade, physically distorting the tan flesh until the hot iron was embedded an inch or so, then it was held their despite her screams, left to set the image regardless how much she fought. Having not recalled starting to cry, her tears were more a burden than a release. Her eyelids snapped shut, her body wracked with the radiating sensation of the burn being administered.
"Alright, she's set. Let her go." Just like that, the Elf was released as the brand was pulled back, her body soon after slumping onto the floor. Half seated, she rested with her forehead to the wall, unable to turn and face the men as they continued speaking. "Told you. It'll hurt for a few days, but it's not going to kill you. Lots of things'll kill you, but this won't."
"M'hm. Besides, didn't you get signed up for this for a reason? You don't seem so tough now, do ya? Can't go having second thoughts now. Too late for it."
"Yeah." Monty chimed in as the two Bahmi headed out the open doorway without Raury. "Much too late."
---
With her head swimming and her senses lost in a carnal menagerie focused on the stranger, Raury didn't hold back. Her thighs tightened around his hips so with each sequential thrust, she took his cock deeper into that tight cunt of hers. All the way to the base, swallowing his girth in her slick folds, without true concern for what was happening. The sparks between them were magnetic, and she could credit pure impulse to her actions where he held her pinned in his arms. Gerra smelled of rich stories and frightening conclusions. His skin was so pale, she didn't know what to make of him; only reacting to the pounding he issued to her eager sex. No matter how rough he got with Raury, she didn't feel compelled to tell him to stop. Instead, she was hungry for more, her hips rotating inwards to grind desperately against the mesh of their conjoined bodies.
Drunk Raury had forgotten about safe sex in the heat of the moment. Worries of what diseases he might possess were long gone, replace instead with the unrivaled demands of her elevated figure thirsting for finish. She wanted to cum, and for him to feel that compression as the muscles sponged and smothered his cock into submission. The closer she got to climax, the more she panted through their kisses- her tasting interrupted further as slender fingers enclosed over her bare throat. How she tightened then, gushing her pleasure along the length of his pulsating cock like he had stumbled across a hidden path in the wilderness. Back arching, Raury whispered and moaned as best she could around the restriction his hand placed on her windpipe, though it didn't silence the woman.
No, she was a siren singing lust borne hymns to the curiously pale Elf, her parted lips never ceasing to try and smother his in adoration. The pit of her stomach tensed amid the mesh of pleasure, her cheeks flushed as every breath became more difficult to steal from the control her partner kept. It was intoxicating. She didn't need to breath for the last harsh pumps of his cock though, her hands knotting their digits in his snowy locks so when she came for him, she could pull them in time with the tremors of her orgasm. Rocking her hips in harsh gyrations against Gerra's groin, she ensured he was completely sheathed in her mess of a cunt when the warm gush of her pleasure coated his cock. She held him there, tight and secure, for the entirety of her climax, and was strangely quiet when she finally finished.
Lashes fluttered open to focus on the pale stranger before she asked sheepishly, despite still being choked, "Are you... seeing anyone?"
---
"I don't think I'm much good at spreading my attention." Raury admitted offhandedly, though she let the topic be absorbed into what else they had on their minds. It was a depression point to linger on her potential relocating, and for all they knew, their worries were wasted. Assignments had been known to last years, and with any luck, her job would keep her firmly planted in Boston. The apartment, the weather, and her one real connection to the city - she didn't want to go just yet. At least, not without Gerra, but she knew whatever business he was involved in wasn't something he could be plucked from so easily.
Her commitments ran deep. There was blood at stake. Likely Raury's.
Physically comforted, she tried to ease her mind while Gerra's hand slid over her shoulders, and when the pad of his thumb ran slight against her branding, she didn't stir anymore than was expected. Sometimes she forgot about the incident, which was likely a way she intended to cope with the trauma. The Elf didn't need pity for the messes she made for herself; the hole she was trapped in was plenty deep. Inclining her head slightly backwards, Raury replied with a purr, "Maybe I should call more." Flashing a passing smirk, the woman abruptly leaned backwards without regards to his working hands. Just to be closer to her companion, with his still chilly body there to absorb her heat while she was cradled in the nest his legs formed.
"I'm exceptionally good at worrying though." Her features tilted to catch his, a gentle kiss then stolen from his lips between thoughts. "Like when I didn't hear from you for a week- how many texts did you receive from me when you finally checked? Like fifty? Someone has to keep tabs on you, Gerra. It's like a side project, or something. Tracking you, making sure you still have all your limbs." She made an airy gesture before continuing with, "I would be a mess without you... More of a mess than I already am." Raury only seemed to admit such things when the lights were out, quietly passing the words between herself and Gerra as though it were a secret.
Everything between the pair was a secret in it's own right.
The voice through the mirrored glass outright laughed at the Elf before the other man standing within arms reach in the enclosure twirled a ringed finger in one slow swirl. "Just turn around and put your hands up on the wall. I can tell you now, you'll feel better when it's over."
"When what's over?"
"Branding." Her companion stated before moving inwards to take Raury in his grip, forcing her backwards despite the growl she issued low in her throat. "We don't do tattoos either. Figure the higher ups are cheap-"
"LET ME THE FUCK GO! WHERE IS ROMANY? LET ME GO! LET ME FUCKING GO OR I SWEAR-"
With a crushing blow, Raury was flattened up against the concrete of the room while the much larger Bahmi leaned forward to usher a message near the tip of her ear. "You don't swear at me-" He bashed her once more into the wall, "Do you fucking understand? You are not in control here. Now, put your arms up and keep them up, or I'll break them."
Winded, Raury felt the room spin like a carnival attraction as she did what she had been told to do, though the waves of nausea that followed the action made it near impossible not to wince and shiver at her station. Next thing she knew, the far door was opening, and words passed between the two men she had been so eager to meet hours prior. "Please don't do this..." The woman mumbled against the cool surface, though she doubted either Bahmi had any intention of listening to her plea.
"Nice and quick while it's hot, Monty."
"Yeah, yeah... Not my first rodeo."
Then came the searing of flesh, to which Raury howled and struggled against while still pinned to the wall. Hot metal morphed her bare shoulder blade, physically distorting the tan flesh until the hot iron was embedded an inch or so, then it was held their despite her screams, left to set the image regardless how much she fought. Having not recalled starting to cry, her tears were more a burden than a release. Her eyelids snapped shut, her body wracked with the radiating sensation of the burn being administered.
"Alright, she's set. Let her go." Just like that, the Elf was released as the brand was pulled back, her body soon after slumping onto the floor. Half seated, she rested with her forehead to the wall, unable to turn and face the men as they continued speaking. "Told you. It'll hurt for a few days, but it's not going to kill you. Lots of things'll kill you, but this won't."
"M'hm. Besides, didn't you get signed up for this for a reason? You don't seem so tough now, do ya? Can't go having second thoughts now. Too late for it."
"Yeah." Monty chimed in as the two Bahmi headed out the open doorway without Raury. "Much too late."
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With her head swimming and her senses lost in a carnal menagerie focused on the stranger, Raury didn't hold back. Her thighs tightened around his hips so with each sequential thrust, she took his cock deeper into that tight cunt of hers. All the way to the base, swallowing his girth in her slick folds, without true concern for what was happening. The sparks between them were magnetic, and she could credit pure impulse to her actions where he held her pinned in his arms. Gerra smelled of rich stories and frightening conclusions. His skin was so pale, she didn't know what to make of him; only reacting to the pounding he issued to her eager sex. No matter how rough he got with Raury, she didn't feel compelled to tell him to stop. Instead, she was hungry for more, her hips rotating inwards to grind desperately against the mesh of their conjoined bodies.
Drunk Raury had forgotten about safe sex in the heat of the moment. Worries of what diseases he might possess were long gone, replace instead with the unrivaled demands of her elevated figure thirsting for finish. She wanted to cum, and for him to feel that compression as the muscles sponged and smothered his cock into submission. The closer she got to climax, the more she panted through their kisses- her tasting interrupted further as slender fingers enclosed over her bare throat. How she tightened then, gushing her pleasure along the length of his pulsating cock like he had stumbled across a hidden path in the wilderness. Back arching, Raury whispered and moaned as best she could around the restriction his hand placed on her windpipe, though it didn't silence the woman.
No, she was a siren singing lust borne hymns to the curiously pale Elf, her parted lips never ceasing to try and smother his in adoration. The pit of her stomach tensed amid the mesh of pleasure, her cheeks flushed as every breath became more difficult to steal from the control her partner kept. It was intoxicating. She didn't need to breath for the last harsh pumps of his cock though, her hands knotting their digits in his snowy locks so when she came for him, she could pull them in time with the tremors of her orgasm. Rocking her hips in harsh gyrations against Gerra's groin, she ensured he was completely sheathed in her mess of a cunt when the warm gush of her pleasure coated his cock. She held him there, tight and secure, for the entirety of her climax, and was strangely quiet when she finally finished.
Lashes fluttered open to focus on the pale stranger before she asked sheepishly, despite still being choked, "Are you... seeing anyone?"
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"I don't think I'm much good at spreading my attention." Raury admitted offhandedly, though she let the topic be absorbed into what else they had on their minds. It was a depression point to linger on her potential relocating, and for all they knew, their worries were wasted. Assignments had been known to last years, and with any luck, her job would keep her firmly planted in Boston. The apartment, the weather, and her one real connection to the city - she didn't want to go just yet. At least, not without Gerra, but she knew whatever business he was involved in wasn't something he could be plucked from so easily.
Her commitments ran deep. There was blood at stake. Likely Raury's.
Physically comforted, she tried to ease her mind while Gerra's hand slid over her shoulders, and when the pad of his thumb ran slight against her branding, she didn't stir anymore than was expected. Sometimes she forgot about the incident, which was likely a way she intended to cope with the trauma. The Elf didn't need pity for the messes she made for herself; the hole she was trapped in was plenty deep. Inclining her head slightly backwards, Raury replied with a purr, "Maybe I should call more." Flashing a passing smirk, the woman abruptly leaned backwards without regards to his working hands. Just to be closer to her companion, with his still chilly body there to absorb her heat while she was cradled in the nest his legs formed.
"I'm exceptionally good at worrying though." Her features tilted to catch his, a gentle kiss then stolen from his lips between thoughts. "Like when I didn't hear from you for a week- how many texts did you receive from me when you finally checked? Like fifty? Someone has to keep tabs on you, Gerra. It's like a side project, or something. Tracking you, making sure you still have all your limbs." She made an airy gesture before continuing with, "I would be a mess without you... More of a mess than I already am." Raury only seemed to admit such things when the lights were out, quietly passing the words between herself and Gerra as though it were a secret.
Everything between the pair was a secret in it's own right.