03-28-2023, 12:41 AM
He hated it when girls played that shit. If he knew who she was, he wouldn’t have asked.
Annoying, but then she pushed that tongue into his mouth and threw her knee to the wall, and he forgot all about it. Jaxen would have said she was the Queen of the World and slid down the wall to show her if he had the chance, but burns ripped down his cheek instead. Not even a chance to touch his face to check for blood before his palms were filled with plump muscle instead. Oh yeah. He squeezed those sweet cheeks. Wouldn't you?
She said something else but it slid in one ear and right out the other. But he was long gone by then. She pressed into him and he thought he might melt. Yep. This was going to be the good stuff. He went ahead and yanked that skirt up a little more. Just to make it easier on himself, better angles and shit like that. Really get up in there. The leather though. There was no give! His own pants, now there was plenty of room for extra hands. And he was happy to show off that extra feature. Even did her the favor of zipping down the front for her. See? Nobody said Jaxen wasn't chivalrous.
He figured there’d be moaning. Himself obviously, but at least some from her. Which was why he was it was really fucked up to catch the really annoying sound of blood curdling screams instead.
It was entirely possible the screams were in his head. But he’d specifically ordered a very different kind of rec than hallucinating shit. Watching little animated woodland critters dance up and down your dick and listening to plucky tweedle-dee music horning out your ass was an entirely different order. Costs about the same, but still. Different order.
Which was why he was pretty sure the screaming was real. Goddammit. The last time he was anywhere near as hot a fuck as this precise moment, they were all interrupted by ass-rapey ghosts at the ball.
He rolled his eyes away from the batshit crazy hot chick - you know how hard that is? They only come around a few times in life. This one was a real find and this was a real moment. He was really starting to feel like they were connecting. On like a spiritual fucking level or whatever. Why did this keep happening to him?
Maybe if he just ignored it, the screaming would stop. At least pipe in some music or something to drown it out. Except it didn't. Fuck me. Stepping aside was like peeling himself off swords sticking him to the wall.
His heart was pounding.
“Wait, wait,” he licked his lips and tasted a hint of blood surprisingly. Guess her nails had drawn red afterall. Or maybe she’d bit him? She seemed like a biter. He pushed his hands back through his hair. Sticky. He smirked at that.
But the screaming was real. And close enough to not tune it out.
“Alright. I gotta go shut him up. He better be getting his ears sliced off by cannibals in the rape dungeon or I’m going to kick some ass,” he glanced down Zephyr's body. Eyes landing at the hem of her dress. She might as well not even be wearing it now. Except the leather had no give. The shit women did. God he appreciated it.
Since he was the gentleman and all that, he figured it would be better if the smaller target went first, but Jaxen had the Ancient Power and she didn’t. So guess this one time it was worth him going first.
They rounded a corner, but all he saw was a guy about to get exactly what Jaxen just walked away from. Except it was weird he was screaming over it. A girl was hovering over him. And when her face tilted up, Jaxen wasn’t sure he saw exactly what he saw. Yeah. Those were fangs.
“Petra?” he said.
Except, Petra was dead.
Maybe that rec was laced with the good shit.
Annoying, but then she pushed that tongue into his mouth and threw her knee to the wall, and he forgot all about it. Jaxen would have said she was the Queen of the World and slid down the wall to show her if he had the chance, but burns ripped down his cheek instead. Not even a chance to touch his face to check for blood before his palms were filled with plump muscle instead. Oh yeah. He squeezed those sweet cheeks. Wouldn't you?
She said something else but it slid in one ear and right out the other. But he was long gone by then. She pressed into him and he thought he might melt. Yep. This was going to be the good stuff. He went ahead and yanked that skirt up a little more. Just to make it easier on himself, better angles and shit like that. Really get up in there. The leather though. There was no give! His own pants, now there was plenty of room for extra hands. And he was happy to show off that extra feature. Even did her the favor of zipping down the front for her. See? Nobody said Jaxen wasn't chivalrous.
He figured there’d be moaning. Himself obviously, but at least some from her. Which was why he was it was really fucked up to catch the really annoying sound of blood curdling screams instead.
It was entirely possible the screams were in his head. But he’d specifically ordered a very different kind of rec than hallucinating shit. Watching little animated woodland critters dance up and down your dick and listening to plucky tweedle-dee music horning out your ass was an entirely different order. Costs about the same, but still. Different order.
Which was why he was pretty sure the screaming was real. Goddammit. The last time he was anywhere near as hot a fuck as this precise moment, they were all interrupted by ass-rapey ghosts at the ball.
He rolled his eyes away from the batshit crazy hot chick - you know how hard that is? They only come around a few times in life. This one was a real find and this was a real moment. He was really starting to feel like they were connecting. On like a spiritual fucking level or whatever. Why did this keep happening to him?
Maybe if he just ignored it, the screaming would stop. At least pipe in some music or something to drown it out. Except it didn't. Fuck me. Stepping aside was like peeling himself off swords sticking him to the wall.
His heart was pounding.
“Wait, wait,” he licked his lips and tasted a hint of blood surprisingly. Guess her nails had drawn red afterall. Or maybe she’d bit him? She seemed like a biter. He pushed his hands back through his hair. Sticky. He smirked at that.
But the screaming was real. And close enough to not tune it out.
“Alright. I gotta go shut him up. He better be getting his ears sliced off by cannibals in the rape dungeon or I’m going to kick some ass,” he glanced down Zephyr's body. Eyes landing at the hem of her dress. She might as well not even be wearing it now. Except the leather had no give. The shit women did. God he appreciated it.
Since he was the gentleman and all that, he figured it would be better if the smaller target went first, but Jaxen had the Ancient Power and she didn’t. So guess this one time it was worth him going first.
They rounded a corner, but all he saw was a guy about to get exactly what Jaxen just walked away from. Except it was weird he was screaming over it. A girl was hovering over him. And when her face tilted up, Jaxen wasn’t sure he saw exactly what he saw. Yeah. Those were fangs.
“Petra?” he said.
Except, Petra was dead.
Maybe that rec was laced with the good shit.