Smut. Yay.

He lay there upon her bed - the mattress itself was of goose down and the pillows as well but the quilt had been hand made from the finest silks – nude, as nude as he was the day he was born. Short dirty blonde hair fanned across the pillows. The bastard casted about the room, only to find a young lady standing at the open window, undressing from her blue, grey, and black clothing. Beneath the tightly clad clothing was pale flesh, scarred and branded, some thin some thick but they spanned across her back and paused just above her buttocks. They were rounded and muscled connected to long toned and slender legs, which also adorned scars. There was a brand on her neck. No, not a brand, a tattoo. It was of an eye, an all seeing eye that had the body of a fish with a small flame for the iris and what appeared to be water droplets for the lashes. On her left shoulder were tribal tattoos that extended up to her neck and down to her forearm, they even graced her scarred shoulder blade. They appeared to be tendrils in the shape of a dragon that made their home upon her flesh. Slowly she removed the cowl and scarf she wore over her face and pitched it with the rest of her clothes. Long curly brunette tresses cascaded down her scarred back and she turned to him ice blue eyes shining. Her lips were rather plump, a pale pink color, and curved into a smile. Such perfect lips blemished by a scar on the left side, a thin scar that looked like it could have been from a knife. Her cheekbones were high and donned with rosy cheeks. Icy blue eyes twinkled when she smiled at him. She then turned to the prisoner upon the bed and approached him, curved hips swaying with every step she took. He took note of a scar across her chest and the small brand upon her left hip. It was the letter ‘B’ fancily drawn and encircled. Her breasts were perfectly rounded, nipples perky and eager or attention. Also there were multiple scars on her right arm starting from below the wrist up to her shoulder. Even looking at her stirred heat in his loins, and he cursed himself when his member began to rise to attention. Her smile grew wider as she stood beside the bed, hands upon her hips as she eyed him fully. He appeared much older than her but his body was still well muscled, his chest and belly had a medium layer of hair adorning it but it came thicker below the navel and around his rather thick and long length. Even his legs had a medium layer of hair upon them. Her eyes trailed up to his handsome face, he looked to be about middle aged, maybe a little younger but not nearly old enough to be her father. Slender delicate fingers trailed over the dirty blonde beard upon his face as her icy blue eyes met his green blue ones. The man released a shuddering breath as her fingers traced over his lips gingerly.

“Fiore…” he breathed.

“Shhh Master Raoul. Just enjoy yourself.”

Her lips spread into a smile as she leaned down to kiss him her soft lips brushing against his, a hand cupping his bearded cheek. His own calloused one pressed against her chest right above one of her supple breasts gently nudging her away.

“No Fiore…” He said.

“Your lips say one thing Master…but your penis says another.” She pointed out. A blush crept across his cheeks. He knew she was right. The throbbing erection between his legs reminded him of that. Soft lips pressed against his once more but this time his hand reached up to cup her pale cheek lightly. Deep in his soul he knew this was wrong. A master sleeping with his apprentice, it was taboo amongst the world of shadows and assassins, but everyone knew that a master hit man would usually sleep with his apprentice. It was more dangerous with a male master and female apprentice. If proper precautions were not taken the female would conceive a bastard child and would have to leave the profession. Most ended up on the streets or in whore houses, abandoning their infant babes while others exiled themselves to other towns or cities. Not many made it to the nearest town alive. Even in the world of shadows it was a sin to terminate a pregnancy.

“Fiore…” he groaned this time when her lips parted with his.

“Yes master?” She asked as she swung a leg over and straddled his hips. Fiore was a natural in the art of seduction and sexual affairs. It was a talent she had all on her own. Nothing like her sister. A low groan escaped his lips as her hot folds brushed against his aching penis.

“You are very well endowed Master.” She commented as she slowly rubbed her sex against his large aching cock. A though sparked in her mind. He was large that’s for sure but would she be able to fit him inside of her? Fiore bit her lip as she grinded against his length but this added more pain to both of their arousals. Since Raoul had taken her under his wing as an apprentice she was fond of him. He was neither cruel nor was he careless. They had been master and apprentice since she was a mere child…but she was a woman now and she wanted her master. Even though she knew it was taboo for them to be having sex she didn’t care. She had desired this for longer than she could remember. It was the day her breasts began to form and her hips began to round out. Since then she had wanted to know what it would be like if he occupied her womanhood. If it was his seed that filled her womb to the brim. Slowly she leaned down to kiss him once more, just as his hands gripped upon her buttocks. But it was he who pulled away briefly.

“Oil…do you have any oil to make this easier…” he moaned against her lips. Hers in turn curved into a smile as she straightened up a bit and eased herself off of the larger man beneath her and she moved to the drawer beside the bed and opened it pulling out a small vial of clear liquid and held it up to show him. He smiled at her.

“Clever girl.”

“I never go anywhere without it. You know that.” Fiore replied with a wink. She then opened the vial and poured some into her hand before she closed the vial and set it back in her drawer.  He watched her with lecherous eyes as she straddled him again, this time farther back so she was settled upon his thighs. Her oil soaked fingers curled around his engorged member coating it with the oil, her hand moving in soft gentle strokes. A soft hissing noise came from his lips as she did this but suddenly his hand gripped her wrist drawing it away from his swollen flesh. Sweat already began to cover his face as his eyes glanced down to her.

“Mount me.” He whispered.

“Touch me first.” She retorted her eyes glittering in the moonlight.

The corner of his lips curled into a smile as she shifted a bit, her sex hovering, just barely brushing against his own. Thick digits reached over to her, fingertips just scarcely touching against her pink folds. They nipped, caressed, and nudged at her womanhood until he slid a finger inside of her. This got her to gasp in pleasure. Her petite hand closed over his as he slid another finger inside of her hot and moist entrance. He was stretching her; he wanted to prepare her for his girth.  Raoul knew he was more than women could handle and he did not want to hurt his young, beautiful…and rather aroused apprentice. Her juices began to drip onto his fingers.

“You’re so wet Fiore.” He groaned as he sat up, a hand brushing the curls out of the way of her neck so his lips could press against the soft flesh. Soft suckling and kissing sound came from him as his lips sucked upon her neck and kissed the spot where her shoulder met her neck. It was his favorite spot to kiss on a woman. A third finger slid inside of her as he bit down experimentally on her flesh, but not hard enough to draw blood. The hand teasing her sex drew away as he pulled away his lips from her neck. Icy blue eyes met his own and a light flush graced her cheeks. Fiore appeared to be a virgin on her wedding night with the look she gave her master. So innocent so young and excited for what was to come. Her lips connected with his as she shifted her hips so they barely hovered above his hardness. His hand gripped his slickened penis to steady it as she lowered herself onto him, her folds stretching around him. When he was halfway in, his hands rested upon her hips as he slid into her even further. Finally he sheathed himself inside of her. Her womanhood felt so tight, hot, and moist around his cock. Glancing up to her he stroked her cheek noticing the aroused expression upon her face. It took her a moment to get adjusted to his girth but she raised her hips slightly before slowly lowering them. He groaned a bit but placed a hand to her cheek his eyes asking her if he could flip them over. She smiled and gave him a slight nod before kissing him again. Gingerly and gradually they shifted together until Fiore lay upon her back her legs spread apart and Raoul buried inside of her. She pulled her legs up to her chest gripping her shins with her hands as she grinned up at him. A rather lecherous grin appeared upon his face as he placed his palms on her thighs pulling out slowly then quickly thrusting in. Arching and moaning Fiore gripped onto the pillows as he continued his pattern of slowly withdrawing then quickly thrusting it. But then Raoul changed the pattern. He did three shallow thrusts then two deep penetrating ones which caused the petite female to writhe beneath his body. Soon he couldn’t take it anymore. Her cavern was so warm and inviting that he placed his palms on either side of her head and began a brutal pace of thrusting hard into her. With beast like movements and guttural growls Raoul made feral love to his apprentice and she in turn clung to her master as if he was the only thing keeping her head above water. Her vision was clouded with lust as her hips automatically began to meet his when he penetrated her core. A pressure built within her lower abdomen, a needy rising pressure. Fiore was near. Very near to her peak. Fingernails dug into his fair flesh as she clutched him to her body enjoying the skin on skin contact it gave. Sweat rolled down his spine as he grunted with very thrust and soon with a low and guttural growl he buried himself into her sex shooting his hot wet seed into her oh so welcoming womb. White shadowed her vision as she cried out in ecstasy, her sex tightened around his as she reached her peak of completion and she soon fell limp and weak beneath him. Panting he tenderly kissed her lips and slowly withdrew from her dripping sex. Raoul collapsed at her side eyes half lidded and body covered with sweat. In turn Fiore shifted slightly onto her side her head tuck just beneath his chin, a hand on a scarred shoulder and her leg slightly curled around his body. A soft purring noise emitted from her as a contented smile rested upon her lips. A strong arm circled around her lithe waist drawing her closer to him as his lips pressed against her forehead.

“Fiore…” He breathed heavily.

“Thank you master.”

He smiled and kissed her head once more. It seemed so peaceful so serene after their feral act of sex. They both knew they had committed a taboo but neither of them cared. Besides Fiore knew better than to not take a contraceptive potion before engaging in sex. He had taught her better than that.

“You’re welcome Fiore.” 

Fiore

Fiore

It was tricky to avoid the full moon…or at least the public during the full moon. The glow of the moon filtered through the blinds landing upon a figure huddled in the corner trembling.

‘Please don’t let me kill anyone tonight...’ she pleaded with her animal side but then she issued a feral scream as her beast took over. Grey blue eyes widened as her nose and mouth elongated into a snout. Hands and feet contorted into wolf’s legs and paws, bones cracking and snapping into place. She fell to all fours silently screaming as a tail sprouted from her tailbone. Ears morphed into pointed wolf’s ears and as the fur budded from her skin she tossed her head back releasing a long howl. Like a wolf’s. As soon as the transformation completed she had to take a few deep breaths in order calm herself. Transformations never became any easier. She then trotted out of the flat she resided in, allowing instinct to take over. Sniffing about the place she caught the scent of the cat that had run from her the last full moon, and followed it. Fiore knew that the cat really was not a cat. There was a distinct notion in her being that gave her such an idea. She wanted to find him, not to harm him, but to befriend him. She just needed someone to be furry with once a month, not for mating purposes, but just a companion. The feeling of being alone on the full moon terrified her. She detested being alone.

Keeping to the shadows, she crept out of her building and out to the alley ways. It was better if she was not seen, because she was larger than a normal sized brown wolf and more feral than such, at least when she needed to be. Otherwise, she was cuddly with a rather sweet disposition. Unheard of for someone of her kind. A rarity. The scent became faint briefly, she nearly lost it, but then she picked it up again stronger than before. As she followed the scent she came to a small cottage on the outskirts of the town. Upon approaching the door, the scent hit her hard. It was so strong that she was positive the person she was looking for resided here. The weather outside was a bit chilly and she would rather not find herself naked in the cold on someone’s door in the morning so she commenced to whine like a dog and scratched delicately at the door with a large furry paw. She paused then began the scratching once more. There was smoke coming up from the chimney when she spotted the cottage so she knew someone was home. Once more she whined and scratched at the door. This time it opened for her and she was greeted by the sight of a young woman in grey sweats with curly black hair and brilliant violet eyes. She saw the smile on the woman’s face and her ears perked up.

“I was wondering when you were coming to find us.” The woman said and stepped aside. Fiore happily trotted in and shook her fur as if trying to shake the cold off of her. She then continued to a sitting room where a warm fire was blazing and proceeded to circle on the rug in front of it and lay down to warm her fur. Her blue grey eyes glanced up to a figure that stared at her in disbelief, his grey eyes widened in surprise.

“August!” he bellowed.

“Oh hush Leon. She’s harmless.” August said as she reentered the room and sat in the other overstuffed armchair, swinging a leg over one of the arm rests. Fiore glanced to the woman who smiled at her. The woman seemed to understand…perhaps she was a lycanthrope…but of a different sort. There were so many in the world and not all of them transformed on the full moon. Hesitantly she rose up on her paws and slowly walked towards the woman, whose name she had discovered was August, ears low in submission. August in turn looked her way and smiled reaching out and placed her hand on Fiore’s head. Her fingers lightly scratched Fiore’s ears. She liked this action from the human. Relaxing under the ear scratch Fiore’s tail began to thump lightly against the floor, panting happily at the attention.

“Woman what are you doing?!” Leon cried.

“Giving her attention. She’s nothing but a big sweetheart,” August replied as her hand then descended down Fiore’s back. Fiore relished in the attention she was getting from the woman then laid upon the floor rolling onto her back as if to ask for a belly rub.

“Awe do you want a belly scratch now honey?” August was entertained by this. A hind leg began to shake as August scratched and rubbed the fur upon Fiore’s belly.

“August,” Leon sounded displeased but Fiore did not care. She was enjoying the belly rub.

“Leon. She’s a rare type of werewolf. Look at how docile she is.”

Blue grey eyes glanced up at August looking a bit sad. How did the woman know she was a werewolf? She had hidden it so well. Her eyes met the violet ones, flames danced in their reflection.

“Your secret is safe with us honey,” August smiled at her, “you can stay here for tonight.”

Fiore could not believe her luck! First August had let her in to sit by the fire, then she was given an ear scratch and a belly rub, sure her secret about being a werewolf had been spilled but she did not care; August was going to permit her to stay the night anyway. She would not be alone.

“Fine but please keep her out of my bedroom.”

“Leon what do you have against werewolves.”

“August you know my favorite animal form is a cat. I tend to not like canines so much.”

Leon shifted uncomfortably. August knew there was more to Leon’s reasoning but she was not going to bring that up.

“Yes but honey she isn’t fully a canine. She’s a lycanthrope. She didn’t choose to be a werewolf.”

“Just…just keep her out of my room for the night…please…”

“Alright. She’ll stay in mine. Besides I could use a nice warm body to sleep with. I tend to get cold.”

“Don’t forget. Fion’s going to call in the morning.”

Fiore’s ears perked up and she rolled onto her belly at the mention of Fion. How did they know her cousin?

“He’s going to ask us if we’ve made any progress searching for this hydro kinetic guy.”

Leon heaved a sigh.

“I know…and I wish we had a lead…but we still don’t have anything. Your telepathy can only go so far.”

“I know. We’ll find him. He has to be here somewhere.”

“Night August.”

“Night Leon. Love you.”

“Love you too honey.”

Leon padded out of the room to his own bedroom. Fiore glanced up to the woman who had given her so much attention and placed a paw upon her knee. August glanced to her and ruffled the fur upon her head.

“Let’s go get some sleep girl. We’ll keep each other warm tonight.”

With that being said, August rose to her feet and headed out of the room glancing back at Fiore. It was if the woman was beckoning to her. Fiore followed obediently but what she heard intrigued her. The woman had telepathy. If she had that ability she could have more. Maybe Fiore was not the only ‘freak’ in this city. They spoke of her cousin and some man he was looking for. Why were they looking for someone who could control water? Fiore did not know but she was tired from the evening. All she would have loved to do was flop upon a bed and sleep to her heart’s content. As soon as they entered August’s room she bounded up and vaulted onto the bed. Apparently the sight received laughter from the woman as she crawled into the bed beside her. Fiore scooted closer to August as the woman reached her hand to stroke the fluffy brown ears.

“We can talk more in the morning with you. After a nice hot breakfast.”

August spoke to her like she was a person instead of a dog. Fiore was pleased with this fact and licked August’s face contentedly. Another giggle came from August’s lips as she ruffled Fiore’s fur once more.

“Sleep now.” She said soon drifting to sleep. Fiore licked her hand once more before curling on the covers. Things might be good with these two people, even if one of them was not too fond of her. She would get to talk to him later. For now she closed her eyes and began breathing deeply as she slipped into a peaceful sleep for the first time in months. 

August

August

So someone had decided to rape and murder another woman. This particular killer was not going to get away with his crime, not this time or ever again. As he darted away, the shadows seemed to follow him. He bolted into a dark alley, sweat already beading upon his brow. The man took shelter within the shadows just as his pursuers passed the alley but as soon as they left he noticed something bizarre about the shadows he was hiding in. They seemed to be caressing him. Fondling him in places he had not wished to be touched. It was not until he realized that the shadows were not shadows at all…but rather tentacles devised form shadows. He began to panic. Every time he attempted to grasp one in his hands it slipped through like mist and charged at him from another direction. If the tentacles were not solid then how was it that they were wrapping around his wrists ankles and torso while others touched him in places he did not know he had. The black tendrils formed into hands. One covered his mouth to prevent him from screaming as the other slid beneath his clothes shredding them from the inside out. Inside his head he heard a voice…not one of those voices where a conscience is speaking. This voice was dark, cold and threatening.

“You know what goes through a woman’s mind when she is kidnapped and forcibly fucked against her will?” It sneered.

Before him a pair of vibrant red eyes glowed in the darkness. There was no figure they belonged to. Just a pair of bright red eyes burning into his soul. Their gazes locked and the sheer terror of this…thing caused him to lose any and all color in his face. The appendages that held him shook him violently.

“Do you! Answer me you fucking cunt!”

Even within his mind he was silent. The only thing apparent was fear. That held him back from answering any questions this being might have.

“Well seeing as you won’t answer I might as well give you a taste of what it is like. Don’t bother to scream. No one will hear you.”

The voice in his head lingered far longer than he wished. The tentacles entrapping him tugged at his limbs. One became cylindrical with a rounded point and delved into his mouth thrusting in and out crudely and deeply. Other tentacles caressed and fondled areas of his body before one shadowed its comrade and plunged itself into the man’s ass forcefully, beginning a brutal pace of thrusting. If the victim could cry out he would but he was muffled by the foreign object violating his mouth. Tears of shame burned in his eyes and down his cheeks as a smaller appendage coiled around his manhood, stroking it vigorously, painfully almost. It was if the tendril was trying to rip off the skin from the organ or rip off the organ itself.

“How does it feel slut! Does it feel good!” The voice taunted in his head, the tentacles actions became rougher. Then all of a sudden they withdrew dropping him to the ground. The wailing of sirens was faintly heard but they were coming closer and closer. In panic the man scrambled to gather his clothes to get away from the haunted alley as fast as he could. But that meant running into the cops. If he continued through the alley, the horror of being molested by the tentacles or whatever they were surged through him. There was no way out.

A dark figure perched upon the rooftop of the building glared down upon him, purple eyes behind a set of wire framed glasses, vibrant with fury. They watched as the police arrested the man and dragged his abused, naked self away. The figure heaved a sigh as it lit up a cigarette before inhaling the toxic smoke.

“Now did you have to be that drastic August?” came a voice.

Violet eyes flickered to the voice and exhaled the smoke from her pink lips. Beside her rested a cat with gleaming grey eyes and blue grey fur that shimmered in the moonlight.

“Yes Leon. Rapists and murdered should have a taste of the terror they inflict upon their victims,” her tone was dark and she inhaled the smoke once more.

“I know August, but you should really let the police handle them.”

She snorted glaring at the feline. To anyone else it would have looked outlandish to see a young woman perched upon a building chattering with a cat. To August this was normal.

“And have weeks maybe months pass by while the idiot roams free to commit more crimes? I don’t think so.”

“August.”

“Leon. It’s what they deserve. Besides police catch them faster after I’m through.”

Another inhale and another exhale. There was a slight menthol flavor to the cigarette. Just the way August liked them.

“You make a point but couldn’t you just scare them a bit instead of instilling traumatic events upon them?”

“Scaring them doesn’t get the point across. You should know this better than anyone.”

Leon heaved a sigh and crept onto her lap caressing his body up against her stomach lightly.

“Does this have anything to do with what happened to you August?”

She winced, placing a hand upon his back nearly gripping the fur.

“Please don’t bring that up Leon…I’m still healing from that…”

Leon sensed the discomfort in August. He knew damn well what traumas she had experienced and if it was not for him she probably would not be alive. A purr emanated from his throat as he nuzzled his friend.  

“I’m sorry friend. Come on we should get home. I’d rather not run into the werewolf that’s been lurking about lately.”

August just smiled.

“She’s harmless. She has better things to do than terrorize kitties,” she replied with a chuckle as she rose to her feet, cuddling her feline friend in her arms.

“How do you know?”

“Read her mind. Telepath remember?”

“Right.”

As soon as she had gained her footing, she stole into the shadows with her friend in hand. 

Hey look! More stuff from the past!

Yeah another chapter from a past novel I started and never finished but now I've picked it up again and I"m going to try to continue it.

Andrea

“Andrea can you assist me with something?”

Fion’s voice was soft as it rang through the flat. Andrea set down her journal with the picture of her and her father before rising to her feet to assist the young yet diseased man. As she entered the room she noticed him in his wheelchair pulled up close to the window. He looked pasty, pale, and skeletal; hardly human at all. His thin hair was pure white and sunken red eyes gazed out of the window before they flickered to her. As frightening as he looked Andrea got used to his appearance over time. The room she entered was bare, hardly a picture upon the wall. Even the wallpaper began to peel from the surface, only leaving a remnant of dried glue. Other than a bed and a desk with his computer there was a bookshelf in the corner filled with books on the history of the world as well as the supernatural. A weak smile appeared upon his lips as he raised a bone thin hand to beckon to her. Andrea came forward slowly cupping her hands together.

“Yes Fion?” she asked quietly.

“Have you practiced today?”

When he said practice he had always meant if she had worked on gaining better control of her abilities. The day she was kidnapped, she discovered she could call upon birds to do her bidding. She always had a way with them and they were always drawn to her as a child. The biggest bird she had been able to control was a raven since she had been training but anything bigger than that was hard for her. She nodded a little bit.

“I was able to call a raven today….it talked to me.”

Fion’s smile broadened a bit.

“That is very good my dear. Now will you open the window for me slightly? It’s rather stuffy in here and I am afraid I might break something.”

Andrea knew how weak Fion was so she nodded and made her way over to the window opening it just slightly for him. As she did this a small finch bird came to the window sill chirping slightly. It paused going silent as it looked upon Andrea with beady black eyes, then flew away. She released a sigh before heading to the doorway.

“Andrea.”

She hesitated, glancing back to her care taker. He had a rather hopeful look in his eyes.

“I will not give up finding your father. I know how much you miss him.”

It was true. Fion could sense her emotions. He was a human lie detector. But he hardly ever scolded her. In fact he showed mercy to her whenever she did something wrong or broke something by accident. Her father was the same way. Before she would allow herself to cry at the thought of him she bolted from Fion’s room to her own and locked herself inside. There, she threw herself onto her bed gripping onto her pillow and sobbed.

If it had been anything else she probably wouldn’t have cried. She had trained herself not to do such but when she thought of her father, her daddy, she would always tear up. She longed for his big bear hugs, she missed the way his beard would tickler her face whenever he kissed her head or her cheek. She even missed the way he scared away the monsters from under her bed. But most of all she missed hearing his voice whenever he would tell her a story or sing to her. His voice was deep and gruff but it held such warmth that always made her feel loved and wanted. He was hardly ever angry with her and even if he did become angry he would never yell at her but speak to her in a stern tone of voice. How she missed her daddy. For the first six months she lived with Fion, she cried every night for him in hopes that he would come rushing through the door to her aide. But she soon realized that it wouldn’t happen and grew to accept that he wasn’t coming. It wasn’t his fault she had been kidnapped but if it wasn’t for Fion she wouldn’t be alive. However she was hurt by the fact that someone else died in her place. Curling into a ball she continued to weep muttering the phrase ‘Daddy, I need you’ over and over again.