08-20-2020, 04:08 PM
So Mik laughed with glee. Now this was what he was talking about! This was why he lived. Gorgeous man candy next to him, fucking zombie monster whatevers, and a fight to the death...and he just went into the zone. Dom space and all that. It was like the weaves of fire formed almost as if they had a mind of their own. A light sweat had appeared and he was breathing a bit hard. You know, like you do when fighting or going to town on someone. Like it was work, but fucking yeah, it felt good!
And then a new hot little piece of ass shows up, spinning around doing her jui jitsu or karate or whatever you wanted to call it. Fucking A, she was tight, that sword whip thing flying about. He ducked quickly, barely missing being ripped apart by one of the massive claws of that big leather thing. Yeah, stop staring at her ass, fuck face! He mentally nodded regretfully as he put that luscious peach out of his mind, spinning around as a lance of fire and air formed at his moving hand, slamming through the back of the things neck. Too bad it was so fucking loud. He had wanted to hear the sizzle. Cool thing about these weaves was that they melted in his hands. The thing jerked around but the action didn't thrown him off balance.
No sir, instead two more formed at each hand and he thrust out, laughing as they drove home through its chest. Finally, the thing fell forward, black inky blood pooling- well it looked black from the hanging lights he'd left. For a moment, he paused. The fuck? When had he done that? Well goddamn!...he had tied them off in some way and left them there. Very cool.
He spun around to give the hottie a hand. Where the hell was Andre anyway? He looked and saw the dude. "Come on, bro. You gotta earn your keep. Especially if you want that kiss." And he spun away, trying to avoid the woman as fire darts fired from his hand.
As far as he was concerned, this night was golden. Now, all he needed was dessert. He checked her out again from the corner of his eye. Oh yeah. Way she moved too? Yeah, she'd probably be a beast in the sack too, especially if he worked her over good. Well, not sack exactly, That cross called to him, now that he had the idea. Her and Andre strung up, all glisteny with sweat and unable to move, their eyes looking at him with fear and want and pleasure? Fuck yeah...
He wasn't much for prayer. But he did hope the Lady was paying attention.
And then a new hot little piece of ass shows up, spinning around doing her jui jitsu or karate or whatever you wanted to call it. Fucking A, she was tight, that sword whip thing flying about. He ducked quickly, barely missing being ripped apart by one of the massive claws of that big leather thing. Yeah, stop staring at her ass, fuck face! He mentally nodded regretfully as he put that luscious peach out of his mind, spinning around as a lance of fire and air formed at his moving hand, slamming through the back of the things neck. Too bad it was so fucking loud. He had wanted to hear the sizzle. Cool thing about these weaves was that they melted in his hands. The thing jerked around but the action didn't thrown him off balance.
No sir, instead two more formed at each hand and he thrust out, laughing as they drove home through its chest. Finally, the thing fell forward, black inky blood pooling- well it looked black from the hanging lights he'd left. For a moment, he paused. The fuck? When had he done that? Well goddamn!...he had tied them off in some way and left them there. Very cool.
He spun around to give the hottie a hand. Where the hell was Andre anyway? He looked and saw the dude. "Come on, bro. You gotta earn your keep. Especially if you want that kiss." And he spun away, trying to avoid the woman as fire darts fired from his hand.
As far as he was concerned, this night was golden. Now, all he needed was dessert. He checked her out again from the corner of his eye. Oh yeah. Way she moved too? Yeah, she'd probably be a beast in the sack too, especially if he worked her over good. Well, not sack exactly, That cross called to him, now that he had the idea. Her and Andre strung up, all glisteny with sweat and unable to move, their eyes looking at him with fear and want and pleasure? Fuck yeah...
He wasn't much for prayer. But he did hope the Lady was paying attention.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods