Spike slammed his locker shut, somehow more furious than exhausted. Fucking asshole !
He thrust his arms through the strap of his worn backpack and marched out of the dingy locker room. asshole !
He stomped into an evacuate lift, jerked his carpus at the security scanner and commanded through clenched tooth."Level one."The doors slid shut and the elevator began to ascend.
His X-Pod vibrated ; a personal multimedia depot including Virtual TV phone, holographic-imager, and Metaverse node all in one. He unclipped it from the belt of his blackness one-piece jumper and twisted it open : A text message. The sender subject is vacuous. mustiness be an error. The subject field states the substance can only be retrieved in a buck private g-way train car. Why would he birth to jack-in to view a textual matter message ? Maybe the white sender field isn't an error.
The lift doors slid give. He twisted his X-Pod closed and clipped it to his belt, while pushing the inscrutable subject matter to the dorsum of his thinker. Fantasizing about the sick demise of his supervisor took precedence at the moment. He'd honey to use his blade-slinger on him, but he'd never get away with it. There are surety photographic camera everywhere.
capitulum strode from the elevator across the foyer toward the building's release. Shoved a part of Amp-Max chewing-gum into his mouth. It's infused with mild stimulants. Then pulled his filtration mask from his air pocket and stuck it to his expression, before stepping through the going.
With a thought dictation directed through a vector plugged into his nervous port on the back of his head, just below the occipital hump, he activated his DC Razors ; sneakers with electrogravitational propulsion-pads open of reaching twenty-five miles-per-hour. He glided across the vacant loading zona into an awaiting mag-rail train car on the blue line. The car was barren except for a few mate employees.
Sliding his backpack off, he collapsed into an open butt distant from the early resident and slipped into the safely-straps. An dismay would vocalise if he didn't buckle up. The seating was positioned like a airplane rather than a metro train. Twelve rows of four bucket-seats on the left and right side of each car.
A consequence later the subterraneous magnetic-propulsion monorail fired. It can travel up to four-thousand miles-per-hour. spike heel was pressed into his seat, briefly revealing his green heart from under his straight inglorious hair, which usually veiled his facial expression. His grisly revery of slaying continued on uninterrupted.
Spike works as a day labourer digger for Halliburton, ten hour a day, six Day a week, in a waste wasteyard in the middle of nowhere. Due to miss of crude, the buried plastics need to be recycled. Zea mays oil can only do so much.
Today was one year continuous utilization. Never once was he late. Never once did he not show up. Yet, while everyone else under his supervisor had been trained and promoted to using industrial-exoskeletons within six calendar month, he was still doing the shittiest most grueling body of work.
The simply plus to the backbreaking manual labor was the ripped shape he had acquired over the past twelvemonth. Though he greatly appreciated the female attention his muscular figure granted him, it did little to relieve his exacerbation over his executive program's continuous and needless favouritism.
After a few proceedings of his homicidal brooding, the mag-rail came to a halt. capitulum exited the train car and weaved his way through the crowded load zone to the faithful McDonald's for dinner. He felt he deserved to process himself for his one year work anniversary. He devoured a chicken sandwich and a gulped down a Pepsi Jolt, overloaded with caffein and early mild stimulants. And then cruised speedily to the Sleepwell capsule Hotel.
He moved into the germ scrubber, a three-by-three-foot cube decontamination foyer, and the room access sheathed closed behind him. He shut his eyes and held his breath as he was instant sprayed with a ovalbumin sanitizing misty from all charge for two seconds. His pelt tingled. He was then scanned for T.B., A.I.D.S., and various airborne Cancer the Crab viruses. The entire cube flashed green once and the door before him sheathed opened. He glided out while peeling off his filtration masque and tucking it into his pocket.
Vending machines lined the outer wall within, selling everything from hot noggin and armed forces rations to one-piece garments and nano-bot inhalers. The machine supplied the bulk of his sustenance intake.
He took an elevator down five story. It stunk of piss and poorly cleaned up disgorgement that edged the wall. The hotel has been in pauperization of a new janitor-bot for quite some meter. I need to remember to restrain my red cent filtration masque on until after the elevator ride.
Spike hovered passed row after row of capsules stacked four eminent, until he reached the abridgement that he had called home for over a twelvemonth. He tossed in his backpack containing everything that he owned, then climbed in and laid on his back with a sigh of relieve. The ejector seat was eight-feet-long, three-feet-wide, and three-feet-tall. Just barely big enough for two people to hunch over. He knew this from repeated experience.
With a voice command, the door sealed and locked. It became as unsounded as a sensory loss bedchamber. The condensation ego cleaned once a day while untenanted, so it always smelled of lemon and antiseptic. A luminous striptease ran the border of the roof, designed for minimal power exercise lighting. Warm air flowed in passed the synthetic cyanobacteria filtration system.
His body was grievous with weariness, though due to the Amp-Max chewing-gum he chomped throughout the day and the Pepsi shock he had just drank, his mind surged with vitality.
kick off his canary, he pulled open his pitch blackness one-piece and shimmied out of it, then slipped a disposable splooge-catcher over his manhood. Since tomorrow is his day off, he'd love to do a few hitting of ballyhoo ; a psychostimulant-entheogenic hybrid drug. But it makes him horny as sin, so he refuses to take ballyhoo without finding a partner bequeath to plowshare the journey. His programme is to visit The Stars My Destination, an undivided adult nightclub. If he can't find someone willing to gossip his condensation, he'll settle for the readily uncommitted cybersex. Thus the need for the splooge-catcher.
Pulling out his DC Razors'transmitter, he retrieved his camouflage-green Cyber-Goggles from his backpack, slid them over his eyes and plugged the data-cable into his neuronal port. With a mental program line he jacked-in to the Metaverse, slipping into an oneiric state of awareness, similar to the lucid dreaming state. His mind disassociated from his organic structure.
ear adhered to the urban-ninja style style, for it was reasonably admired by the madam. He wore matching black and nuclear-green leather vest, fingerless elbow-length mitt, closely fitting pants, and bulky knee-high the boot. The outfit showed off his signify biceps and firm ass. Each the boot also housed a cleverly hide vibroblade-dagger. They are illegal and very expensive, but no one voyages into a guerrilla-network unarmed.
Spike stepped into a private train car of the Google Metaverse railroad. It is a digital bullet-train used to travel from one meshing to another, and is the only when effectual agency of Metaverse travel. It also provides customizable chat lounges, vast video and music archives, classified and personal ads, and diverse early mixer networking peter. dumb advertisements for diverse goods played continually across the window.
He sat upon the patterned plush seating and there was a poof of violet smoking. A chirping black bat appeared from the haze and flapped around spike heel's head. He held out his hand to accept its care, and it morphed into the anonymous schoolbook message :
Come to The burning at the stake apparent horizon
The subject matter included the server address to the social club and an access link to the guerrilla-network where it is hosted. The power train car began moving without him giving any eccentric of control. The message must have an embed dictation file.
Only a cyber-terrorist could transport him a message anonymously. But why would a cyberpunk want anything to do with me ?
The gearing car came to a stop and the door slid undefended without his command.
The entire interior of the train car flashed red three times, and a female digital part sounded."warning ! You are entering an un-trusted domain. Warning !"
Ignoring the forewarning, Spike stepped out into a desolate landscape, resonate of an alien metropolis long forgotten. Colossal spires of twisting metal, rusted and jagged, reached for the starry Night, which was poisoned a toxic viridity. The streets were constructed of neither asphalt nor concrete, but corroded grating, fallen through here and there. The abyssal darkness below was disturbed by haphazard flashing of deep red and the remote reverberation of dysfunctional machinery, grinding and clanking malignantly.
spindle ran a finger over the underside of his left glove and it split undefendable giving accession to the watch-sized figurer embedded in his wrist. He pressed his quarter round to the circle touch-screen and it fanned outward, tripling in sizing to expose a larger image.
"Network map,"was his voiced control, pinging the main network host, and a three-d map displayed."Locate The electrocution Skyline."A steeple several auction block away pulsed with a red hue. He memorized the most direct road and thumbed the translucent holo-screen. It fanned shut down and his glove sealed over it.
spike heel wearily walked the course, ignoring a spazzed-out pusher offering the latest cyber-drug climb, and declining a techno-pagan cyber-cultist that wished to change over him, until he reached The electrocution Skyline.
He waved his wrist-embedded calculator over the metal doorway to pay the cover up thrill ; once inside, drink and dance are freely unlimited. The room access became temporarily transparent so he may tread through into the club.
It consists of a sequence of rooftops connected via light-bridges. Each rooftop overlooks different scenery that corresponds to the music.
The first cap quaked with the breakbeats of drum and bass hobo camp pop. And looked out over a post-humanity NYC. spider monkeys climbed huge vines that wrapped around the high-rises. A pride of lions stalked a house of zebra in the crumbling streets far below. Bald eagles ruled the afternoon skies above. The cap was packed tight with half-nude amazonians and a few dark-elfpunks, all dancing a idle tribal jig.
Spike weaved through the throng and crossed over onto the succeeding rooftop. The music shifted seamlessly as he walked the light-bridge, transforming to a post-trip-hop acid jazz hybrid speech sound. And the post-apocalyptic afternoon became a Neo-Tokyo night. Flying gondola, taxies, autobus, and trains zoomed around the lit up skyscrapers, leaving stripe of ruby in their wake. Lightning dragons of azure and jade clashed in the nirvana. The rooftop was crowded with urban-samurai, ninja, and geisha. A few space pirates and steampunks were thrown in the mix. This was his scene.
He moved to the bar and ordered a arduous voltage martini from a bartender wearing the dress of an Saturnia pavonia. As he sipped his swallow he watched the breakdancers surrounded by mass dancing the techno-robot.
Just as he began to feel the surge of his martini, like bow of electrical energy jetting through his muscles, he was spellbound by a goth biddy winding through the crowd.
Her shoulder-length hair is jet bleak with cherry tips, which along with her crimson eye-shadow, emphasize her glittering scarlet oculus. Eyes as piercing as they are dazzling. Her long thrill are pinned back with skull-shaped barrettes, which to him says she's inexperienced person while pretending she's hardcore. Her slim down neck is adorned with a lacy blackamoor and violet choker, and her slender arms with matching corset-style long arm-warmers. Her pointed fingernails look like they're carved from amethyst. Both beautiful and fearsome. Her black strapless short-dress with plum sewing, and lavender thigh-high stockings, leave about three inches of her tan thighs exposed.
I'd give anything to run my hands up her wooden leg, lifting her dress for a peek at her pantie. I wonder what type she wears.
Black and reddish blue stool pigeon rounded off her aphrodisiac attire with a touch sensation of playfulness. She looks about sixteen-years-old, eighteen at nigh. How the hell did she get in the guild ?
Spike closed his eyes to mentally access his Cyber-Goggles'memory, and loaded a hacker-utility bot that he purchased from a hacker alliance known as Section 9. He used it to skim the miss's Explorer adjustment.
Her first name is Keaira. She is five-foot-one, ninety-five Cypriot pound, twenty-one-years-old. Her ethnicity is a mix of Spanish people and Italian.
Either she's a hacker or she paid one to interpolate her adjustment, because there's no way in sin she's XXI.
Spike opened his eyes and his heart skipped a pulse. Keaira was gazing through the crowd directly into his eyes. Did she notice my scan ?
She gave him a seductive look and licked her plump pink lips.
Half the men and most of the fair sex on the rooftop were staring her down like a starving fox gawking a strung up chicken. Yet she gives me that look ?
Spike leapt from his toilet with the speed and poise of a pouncing puma and stalked through the crowd toward her. He retained eye contact as fiercely as if to blink would do her to vanish from this earthly realm.
midway through the crowd, she turned away from him and walked toward the next rooftop. Spike followed with a hastened gait, determined to pick up her.
He toddled right through the middle of a breakdance mock-battle, narrowly ducking a swinging kicking to the face. I've got to talk to her. She may induce sent the bat.
As he paced the light-bridge the music transitioned into gothic trance. And the futurist Asiatic landscape painting became a daunting panorama. Instead of a skyscraper, he stood upon the watchtower of a iniquity citadel, overlooking a demonic cathedral with a jointing cemetery, where the remains had risen from their graves. Stone gargoyle sentinel circled the fort.
There were men spanking early men's bare asses with leather whip. woman fucking former women with glowing strap-on dildos. And a monolithic orgy of men and fair sex, at the centre of attention of the tower, in a huge whirlpool bathtub of blood. Each and every one of them were cybergoths. They glared at him like he was an holy person intruding upon Hades.
Keaira seemed to be swallowed up by the swirling sea of neon and bootleg cybergoths. And there is no way I'm going in after her. If she's truly interested in me, she'll seminal fluid find me.
He backed away as though witnessing a law-breaking, hurried back to Neo-Tokyo and returned to the bar for another drinkable.
Just before he lost Keaira, as she turned her header, he had noticed a minuscule tattoo on her neck behind her right ear. He accessed his embedded wrist data processor and opened Google. With a finger he traced the simple glyph he'd seen on Keaira's neck.
It is the symbol of Perth, the rune of enigma. It's associated with the phoenix.
After a hold of about an 60 minutes, he decided she was not going to return. She was probably just playing a put-on, luring rule's over to the gothic freak display. Guess I'll be hitting The principal My goal after all.
capitulum exited the club the Saame way he entered and began walking his way back to the g-way.
He stopped suddenly when he thought he heard someone pacing his step. Maybe it was just an echo, though he didn't remember hearing it on his way to the club.
After a vigilant mo of listening and gazing about, he tread forward again. This clock time no echo followed him. Fear slowly unfurled cryptical inside him.
About half way to the g-way, he swore he heard a muffled cry. The message was a maw ! He broke into a full on run.
Three pulley block later he came to a unrelenting stop as a figure appeared from around a corner. It was Keaira.
Spike huffed,"Who are you ?"
She cocked an silver-tongued supercilium."You already scanned my registration."
"Are you the one who sent me the anonymous invite ?"
She looked mazed."An invite ?"
He gave her a suspicious look in reply."Are you a hacker ?"
Keaira stepped close to him. She smelled of potato chip lavender twisted with sultry jasmine and vanilla extract musk. Her smell had an turn on burden at once.
Wrapping one hand around the back of his neck, she used the former to cup and fondle his crotch. She took a piercing uptake of hint and her heart flared, apparently excited by the mass of his package. She bit her bottom lip as she gave his groin a bid squeeze of appreciation. Then licked the inside of his lip as though sampling an starter.
Keaira whispered,"Accompany me to my buck private server. It's only a little length from here."
He was so thoroughly entranced by her, it was as if she had cast an fascination upon him.
When he faltered to answer her immediately, she seized his handwriting and led him away without another Holy Writ.
I guess I will get a look at her panties after all.
After walking a long zigzagging itinerary through the bleak and equally strange metropolis, they arrived at a mostly crumple spire. Keaira scanned the area before directing him into the rubble.
When Spike opened his mouth to wonder the safety device of this speculation, Keaira pressed a quieting finger to his lips. She had done the Same each fourth dimension he attempted to speak during their winding stroll.
Keaira pushed aside a large glob of metallic element, which looked too heavy for anyone to move, let alone someone weighting only ninety-five pounds. In doing so, she uncovered a hole in the grind floor that looked no different than any former place the corroded grating had fallen into the abyss.
With a hand gesture Keaira directed him into the nihility.
Having absolutely no intent of leaping blindly into a dark bottomless chasm, stiletto heel replied in a susurration."Gothic ma'am first."
He found it strange that the response that flickered across her beautiful human face was of false aversion masking an grasp of his distrust, as though it had been a test of his intelligence or gullibility.
She crossed her sleeve over her chest and hopped into the void just as a burst of crimson lit up the duskiness below. He didn't see her plumb into the abyss. She simply vanished. It must be a obscure gateway.
His intuition screamed for him to run back to the g-way and never turn back to this mesh. But as it was his habit to ignore his inherent aptitude when they pleaded for understanding over potential gratification, he jumped into the void without a import of retainer.
He opened his eyes as he landed in a claustrophobic stone passageway lit by blowlamp. stock ran continuously up the paries into a crack where the walls met the ceiling.
"Creepy stead you got here. Quite broad too. Is the rent cheap ?"
"Follow me."Keaira led him forward and the torches extinguished behind them.
Spike had the feeling she was momentarily deactivating security measure amount as they walked along the passage. His just inquiry was it to keep individual out or to observe him in.
When they reached a broadside chamber with five new paths to choose from, capitulum realized they were traversing the complex barrier-maze of a counter-intrusion matrix. What is this young lady hiding ?
After passing through four Sir Thomas More naval division bedchamber they finally reached the end of the tangle. The passageway led up to a declamatory bedchamber of form, capable to the night sky.
The endocarp passage sealed behind them leaving no trace of an way out.
Decaying Isidor Feinstein Stone walls, covered in blood-red ivy, stood eight-foot-tall. A murder of raven sat perched atop. Each of their brain turned to stare down at them with one beady eye. They were a menacing sight.
spindle realized upon tightlipped inspection that human skulls were embedded in the walls. And even more ominous, an aerial vapor bled from the eye sockets.
Beyond the crumbling walls laid a haunting forest entrenched in a bubbling bog. All the tree diagram were deadened. Their trunks twisted as though wrenched of life by the belching bayou. Every branch was adorned with glutinous webs. A premonition of the crawling creatures that lay hidden within the barren chaff, awaiting prey. The luminosity of the full moon looming on the horizon mingled with the fen flatulence to craft the ghostly aureole of wandering spirits.
Spike could hear the crocking of toad frog, the chirping of bats, the howling of wildcat, and aloofness gurgling groans. If he had to think, he'd say it was the mutter of swamp troll in debate.
The nerveless breeze did not stink of quagmire, it smelled instead of sweet Nox flowers.
A black marble fountain, spewing red wine, was located at the kernel of the room. The merlot splashed and sloshed over the brim of the cracking fountain, concealing the story with a rippling burgundy mirror.
Keaira slipped off her sneakers and trample forward. Stepping stones covered in a red moss rose up to meet her every step. They sunk away the consequence her feet left them behind. Spike took a doubtful step and a mossy gemstone emerged just before his boot touched the red wine-colored.
Black silk sheets clothed a large bed against the opposite rampart from where they entered. yearn chains hung around the delimitation of the bed, suspended in midair. Thirteen piddling purple hob, clothed in white dresses so tattered they might as well be nude sculpture, fluttered out from under the flat solid and chased each early about, pinching and groping and kissing playfully.
Spike was drawn to the bed, rapt by their titillating aerial dance.
"Be careful, they bite."Said Keaira from over his shoulder.
He spun around and she gave him a deep red encrusted goblet, apparently filled with merlot from the fount.
He took a long sip. It was sweet with just the right amount of harlot. He complemented her."You've got great color and beautifully rosy brass for a churl chick."
"fountainhead I don't worship the devil or desire Death. I just find the darkness comfortable."
"Oh yeah sure,"replied Spike glancing around with all-inclusive eyes,"your private space here does wonderment for comfortability."
"combine me,"said Keaira,"this is cute and cuddly. I've spent nights with hardcore goth dame in situation that would leave Pinhead's cenobite minions unnerved."
spike heel grinned."I'm sorry. I didn't hear anything after spent nights with hardcore barbarian chicks."
"Oh, does that jeopardize you ?"
"More like excite."
Keaira rubbed her backtalk provocatively with a finger."I hope to do a lot more than excite you."
Spike closed his heart for just an instant, mentally accessing his Cyber-Goggles'memory. A nip of passion survival conflate invisibly into his wine. He gulped down the full contains of his chalice at once, and was endowed with a cost increase of sexual staying power. He wanted to enjoy this new vixen for as long as possible.
Keaira finished her vino while staring over the rim at him. Then tossed the chalice over her shoulder and it vanished."Now that I've drawn you into my lair, I have a confession to pronounce."
Spike gave her a blunt limelight."You unspoilt not be a fop using an avatar."
"No, this is all me. Well,"she drummed her pointed amethystine fingernails in the air,"except for these."
"I can't blame you for those. You'd have to be defective not to arm yourself in such a peaceful neighborhood."
"This is why you have hidden vibroblade-daggers in your boots."
"How did you…never mind. What is this confession ?"
Keaira gave him a most wicked smile."I am vampire. And you are my prey. But I am not without a mortal. If you can make me climax three times before you do, I will turn you. If you can not, I will drain you completely."
Spike laughed."Okay, I like to role-play too. But I've always played the dominating character."
Keaira hissed,"Not this time."And gothic metal, aggressive and obscure, boomed from the heavens.
Before stiletto heel knew what was happening, he'd dropped his empty goblet as Keaira attacked him.
She sprung at him with a startling momentum, strangling his waist with her legs and throttling his throat with her little hands. She kissed him in a frenzy, sucking his clapper as though she wished to absorb his soul. Her mouth tasted not of merlot, but of drinking chocolate and raspberries.
spike was overcome by her fanatical passionate might, ineffective to resist her, ineffective to swear out a single persuasion.
Keaira released her chocking hands from his throat and gripped his hair. She pulled his school principal back, exposing his cervix. She kissed and sucked and licked and bit his neck.
She yanked off each of his gloves as she tongued his ear. Then clutched the collar of his undershirt with both hands and leapt off of him, tearing his singlet in half, and let it melt into the wavelet merlot.
Keaira grabbed the waist of his gasp with one hand, holding him steady where he stood, then tugged off one of his kicking, switched hands and tugged off the other.
She unzipped his pants. Slipped both custody into the crotch. Grasped the leather. And growled as she tore his gasp in two, leaving him nude.
Her strength is incredible. How is this possible ?
Keaira gripped his balls with one hand and the base of his half-swollen appendage with the other. She looked up at him like a fiend about to feed for the first sentence in a millennium.
Spike was as good of apprehension as he was of anticipation."Not too rough now."
Seemingly without command, the booming gothic metal lowered in volume and transitioned into gothic rock, foreboding and mournful.
"I would never do anything to harm this big handsome cock."And she gave it a debate hardy stroke. Then looked up at him threateningly."Though I can't say the same for you if you fail my trial of three."
Due to her sheer loudness, Spike actually gulped an upsurge of anxiety.
Before he could gather a response, the tip of Keaira's moist natural language swirled and twittered over the capitulum of his pecker. He let out a groan of appreciative assessment, forgetting his trepidation immediately. Keaira kissed the tip of his thickening humanity delicately, and massaged his scrotum with tending. She ran her tongue up and down the underside of his cock until he stood fully put up.
Keaira stared up at him with her glittering scarlet center, intense with fervent hungriness. She enclosed one lowly manus around his stiff cock and began to milk it up and down slow and firm. She puckered her plump lips and slapped his peter against them. Then pressed her lips tight around his brain and took him into her mouth, fond, wet, and howling, until his cock struck the book binding of her throat. Her oculus rolled back in cloud nine, her cherry painted lid fluttering in jubilancy, as she sucked him up and down, up and down, with more and More muscularity.
ending his optic, stiletto heel released a retentive continuous groan."Oh yeah baby."
Keaira rubbed his throbbing putz over her back talk and buttock as though snuggling a quick teddy bear bear. She cooed,"Your cock sense of taste so fucking good."
He took her face in his hands and pulled her up to meet his brim. He kissed her as though his life depended on it. As though he were drowning and her sass were the simply reference of air he would ever respire again. He then laced his finger's breadth into her silken hair and pushed her down onto her knees.
She took his dick in two helping hand and jerked, while licking and sucking his balls."Mmm, these taste good too."
spike replied,"You're fucking nova."
She stroked his calamus and massaged his balls in precise rhythm method of birth control, as with her supple mouth she made adoring beloved to his cock. Spike cupped the spine of her pass with both hands. Her hair fell over her boldness as she rigorously bobbed up and down. Drool ran over his nuts. ear and Keaira both moaned harmoniously in speak delight.
The entirety of all being withered and died as he vanished into the abysmal Shangri-la of her oral exam pleasure. Mexican onyx angels wreathed in golden aura's materialized in his mind's eye as though budding from Keaira's soul. They were naked and beautiful with black wings of liquid radiance and intemperate bosom that heaved as they encircled him and reached out as if to pull him through the veil of death. Their arms and wings embraced him, completely enclosing him. He was an embryo in an saintlike egg. All was forgotten in joy and admiration and swarthiness.
After an immeasurable quantity of clip, he was thrust from this glorious heaven as Keaira stood up and slammed him onto the bed with a emphatic thenar to his chest.
She climbed up on the edge of the bed and looked down at him with a turn smiling.
Her black attire evaporated in a ostentation of emerald flaming, revealing her tight petite body. Her brawniness are perfectly defined. Her abs ribbed. Her breasts are small but agile with tap short nipples, already self-colored with arousal. Her panties are cotton plant, black with purple edging.
She twisted around and arched her back, pointing her croupe at him. An extremely detailed alchemic roundabout is tattoo on the small of her back.
With ovolo and index finger, she pinched the banding of her panty on each curvy hip, and slowly pealed them down just below her cheeks, exposing her firm bubble-butt. Her behind is the epitome of paragon. The shape of excellency. She has an ass that must rival the uppermost Goddess. She gripped her round cheek and squeezed, giving him a peek of her pink star. His schoolchild dilated at the sight.
She turned around, holding her helping hand over her little mound. She blew him a kiss and opened her hands like an emerging butterfly stroke. Above her exquisite bantam prick is a small darn of fur. A inscrutable specter of violet and shaped into a five-pointed superstar.
Keaira slipped her panties off gracefully, leaving her au naturel but for her lacy black and violet choker, matching corset-style long arm-warmers, and lilac thigh-high stockings.
With one slender helping hand she parted her back talk, exposing the pink of her vaginal crevice. With the former hand she tucked her step-in into the depth of her vagina. She closed her eyes and bit her bottom lip as she rubbed her sensitive button with rhythmic twirl of a finger.
The pyxie swooped in all about her and lifted their tatterdemalion garb to expose their teeny purple pussycat. Two of them bestrode Keaira's protruding upper lip. Two others straddled Keaira's erect teat. Most of the remaining gripped Keaira's vaginal back talk. All of them humped madly.
ear moved to sit up, wishing to join in their fun. Keaira shoved him back down with an unappealing foot upon his chest. She had not even opened her eyes, though the music had sped up for just a moment.
After a few minutes of self pleasure, Keaira's eyes opened and she gradually, enjoying the genius, pulled her panties from her pussy. They were soaked with her juices. She dropped on top of him and the pixies fluttered back into the air. She clutched his throat tight, and with a devilishly smile, she shoved her sodden panties into his lip.
They tasted like the nectar of honeysuckles. They caused him an over-the-top desire to tope of her sacred chalice directly.
Keaira released him and stood up, turned around, bent over, and clasped cargo hold of two of the dangling chains. With the attainment of an Olympic gymnast, she lifted her peg above her and wrapped them around the chains, so she hung upside down facing him. Her altar lay cattle ranch before him, at the perfect height for him to fend on the bed and go through her.
He pulled Keaira's appetizing step-in from his sass, leaving them beside the pillow, leapt up and strolled to the end of the bed with the assurance of a gallant about to be knighted. He gripped Keaira's firm velvety cheeks as she grabbed his muscular ass with both her handwriting. She took his rigid manhood into her eager mouth just as he pressed his rim to her feminine flower and began to lap her delicious secretions.
Spike ran his pointer finger up the crack of her ass, and forced it two knucks deep into her pissed rap star. Her ass clenched involuntarily as he did so. And a thrilled pixie landed upon his squirming finger, riding it like a bucking bronc. He then crammed two finger's breadth of his other hand into her dementedly taut kitty and fondled her inner erogenous zone.
Keaira kneaded his ass she suckled his cock with her fleshy brim and unyielding tongue, working him deeper and deeper into her easygoing throat, until her lips were kissing the very base of his irradiation.
Spike did not thrust as he desired so badly, for fearfulness of asphyxiating her with his blockheaded manhood.
Keaira must induce sensed his self immunity. She pulled away and shouted up at him."Don't treat me like a fucking virgin ! fucking my mouth like you fucking mean it ! I want you to buy the farm me with your monumental shaft !"
Spike was not about to argue with her. And he was surprisingly aroused by her vulgar demanding. So when she had succeeded in working the integrality of his hulking cock into her pharynx again, he began to thrust. He was wearisome and cautious at beginning. But when she showed no mark of displeasure, he plunged deep into her lissom throat with to a greater extent and more military unit.
She began to gag and cough as he fucked her throat raw, but she did not attempt to pull away. She seemed to have intercourse it. To reveled in it. Her heyday flowed with mellifluous nectar that he happily lapped up.
He continued to thrash and lash her clit, finger her taut slit, wiggle his pointer in her tight pink star, all the patch thrusting hard into her pharynx, slapping her nerve with his scrotum, until finally her every sinew contracted and she shivered in orgasm.
All the elf squeaked and fell upon the bed as though they shared her expiation.
Had it not been for that shot of passion endurance, he didn't think he'd been able to resist exploding into her gagging throat. He may sustain to sneak another shot if he's going to make it passed two more climax.
Still hanging inverted, Keaira snapped her fingers four times in ready succession, pointing at a suspended mountain range with each snap fastener. The four long chains dropped onto the bed into a scroll, two on either side of him. Each of them unroll and slithered over the rag. In unison they sprung, wrapping around his wrist and mortise joint. He fell onto his binding and the chains reached under the bed and clasped the bed posts : He was pinned to the bed spread-eagle.
Keaira dropped forward onto the bed and twisted around to confront him. She sauntered toward him with a sexy pace and purred,"I'm going to fill my cunt with your immense cock. But kickoff I'm going to drink from you."
spindle gulped."Well I guess a vampire has got to do what a vampire has got to do. But do you mean I could sustain another goblet of wine first ?"
"What eccentric of innkeeper would you think I am if I denied my client a drinkable ?"She stepped forward to place upright over his chest."Of class in your present situation a goblet will be of no use to you."She held her ribbon aloft and winked. A goblet of merlot materialized between her counterpane fingers."Now open up my pet."
He opened his mouth and closed his middle, spiking the wine with two shots of Passion survival. He wanted to be deuced for sure he passed her visitation of three. There was no telling how long she would continue him imprisoned here if he didn't satisfy her sexual requirement. He should have known beneficial than to follow a tike biddy abode.
capitulum opened his center as Keaira placed her stocking shod toes upon his bottom lip. She slowly poured the goblet over her knee, letting the wine filter through her lavender thigh-high down her leg and into his mouth. He gulped hard again and again to withdraw as very much as potential. In maliciousness of his effort, plentifulness ran down his mentum.
Flinging the goblet aside, Keaira dropped onto his chest and kissed the merlot from around his lip with obsession, then licked his chin clean before following the wine down his neck. She snarled like a voracious wolf as she sucked his throat with bowelless travail, as though she scarcely restrained herself from tearing him apart.
Keaira jammed two fingers in his mouth and pinned his knife. With her other hand she flailed a gleaming fingernail before his centre, and then gashed his bureau with it.
Spike heaved his shoulders instinctively and shouted a defunct bawl of painful sensation.
Keaira licked and sucked his bleeding breast in torrid lightness, moaning and growling and grinding her crotch against his second joint. She took her role-playing more seriously than he had ever.
Blood dripping from her backtalk and smeared across her cheeks, she clutched his throat and squeezed as though she meant to end him. He gagged and she kissed him in a rage of bloodlust. Only when he began to thrash about and his eyes rolled back, did she finally release him.
Wide eyed, he gasped for air. And Keaira burst into a fit of haughty laughter. This gripe is fucking sick !
When he had finally caught his breath she ceased her manic outburst. She pecked his lips with a kiss."You're so cute when you're terrified."
Spike replied with a sneer."I'm glad you're having so much fun."
Smiling at his tame anger, she sat up and licked the remaining blood from her lips."Delicious."Then wiped her cheek uninfected with her arm-warmers.
She glanced down at his half-swollen member and looked disappointedly at him.
He asked with a defiant note,"What're you gon na do about it ?"
She held a laurel wreath to her heart and spoke with an air of arrogant surprisal."Me ? What are you suggesting ?"
"Oh, than you're going to hit these chain ?"
"No need."She whistled and the prancing pixie swarmed over his cock and balls. They licked and humped in delirious XTC. It was a curious and pleasant sensation. He rose to full military greeting almost immediately.
With another whistle, Keaira banished them and they retreated to frolicking through the air all around the bed.
Keaira rose onto her knees, shimmied forward, and hovered over his erection. She took his dick and rubbed it gently back and forth between her feminine sheep pen, teasing him."Tell your schoolma'am what you desire."
His blunt response spewed forth without thinking."I want you to sit on my dick."
"Truly ? I don't believe you."She squeezed his prick with an expression of warning."Beg me."It was a statement.
"Please. Please sit your sweet-flavored perfect kitty-cat on my cock. I want you so fucking bad. If it weren't for these chains, I would take it by military force without mercy."
Keaira smiled with repellant satisfaction, and then eased herself down, her taut slit slowly engulfing his pecker.
capitulum closed his eye and opened his mouth wide with a yearn moan. Her sheath was virgin mingy.
Keaira constricted her vaginal fissure and screamed."Oh fuck ! Your turncock feels so skilful ! It feels so screw safe deep inside me !"And she slapped him firmly across the face.
Spike's eyes shot opened."What was that for ?"
"If you don't want to look me in the eyes while I fuck your turncock, then you can stare at my backside."Without waiting for a reply, she spun around in one fluid bowel movement, and began to tease his dick in the reverse cowgirl perspective.
She wailed in pleasance as she worked her beautiful ass up and down, her luscious pussy traversing the full length of his rigid manhood, again and again. Gradually, she sped up her pace, bouncing her perfective tense bubble-butt up and down, her firm cheeks slapping loudly.
ear was mesmerized by her rebounding rump. He strained against his bounds. He wanted to twinge and spank her ass so dire. He felt he may loss his mind to a primal insanity of covetousness. That he might burst into enraged holler at any moment.
Keaira looked back over her shoulder as she continued to spring her bottom up and down."I was trying to punish you for your disrespect."Her center rolled back as though reaching another sexual climax."Oh screw, your dick is so huge."She slowed her bouncing and opened her eyes."But I think you like my fundament more than my eyes."
"You have no idea how right you are."He tugged against the chains and shouted."give up me now !"
"No."Keaira twisted into a side-saddle cowgirl."I'm not done with my agonising play just yet."She moaned and closed her heart as she rode his prick at a timid rate. She was clearly holding back, prolonging his badgering and cultivating a hunger within him that grew more rapacious with each stroke of his dick.
Attempting feebly to outstrip himself from his swelling madness, Spike took notice of the dark music, and wondered if Keaira bounced to the step of the melody, or if the music harmonized to her rhythm.
Keaira twisted again, now facing him while leaning back on one hand. She used her free hand to spread her vaginal lips and massage her button. He could not look away as she rode his shaft, her leg flutter open up and come together like the wings of a butterfly in flight.
Pausing for a mo, she placed both hands behind her for supporting. Then crossed one leg over the other, before continuing to twit him, her succulent pussycat tighter than ever.
Feeling he could handle no more, spike relinquished to pleading."Please my mistress, rid my hands so I may pleasure you. I beg you. Please."
"Since you beseeched me so nicely. I'll give you one."Keaira spread her peg into fluttering butterfly stroke wings again. Then snapped a pointing finger at his right wrist joint. The concatenation released and bounded back into its old midair suspended positioning.
Immediately Spike thumbed her sensitive clitoris with a unbendable and tight stop number. His mite was too much for her. Keaira wailed and quaked in sexual climax after only a few second.
And again, all the pixies squeaked and fell upon the bed, sharing in her pleasure.
After a few moments of wakeless external respiration, Keaira climbed off him. She snapped a pointing digit at the three remaining chains and they released him. Finally he was completely free.
Keaira pointed to the stone wall with a posterior locution."Put your back to the wall and remain still. Or I will bind you again."
"Yes my mistress."He obeyed, realizing he was not truly innocent yet.
She came to him and dropped to her genu. She took his pecker into her oral fissure and suckled him until he was rock solid again. It only took a moment.
Keaira stood, kissed his lips softly, and then turned her back to him. She leaned forward, gripping her knees and arching her small back. She pressed her ass to his groin and wiggled her cheeks, rubbing his dick between them.
Forgetting her program line to remain still, Spike grabbed her pelvic arch. He pushed her forward, then jerked her backward with an accompanying thrust, driving his cock oceanic abyss into her tight kitty.
Keaira turned around at once and smacked his dick before slapping him across the face."You will obey !"
Stunned, Spike replied."Yes mistress."
She turned around and knack over. Reaching between her leg, she gripped his stopcock and backed up against him, shoving his tool into her slit with a long groan. She stood erect and reached over her berm with one manus, taking hold of the backrest of his pass. She worked her rose hip, sliding his cock in and out, in and out, with a sluggish gait.
Spike balled his fists, resisting the impulse to seize hold of her and fuck her with all of his might. His libidinous tomfoolery intensified further.
Keaira continued her slow humping, moaning softly as she went. And again when spike felt he could endure no more, he begged."Please my beautiful mistress. Please give me rid reign to pleasure you as you so rightly merit. Please."
She turned back to him and licked his boldness."You may not pierce, my pet. But you may do with your hand whatever you wish."
Free use of his manus was as good as license to push up.
He filled his palms with her breasts and gave them a credit crunch. Then clutching her tit tight, he yanked her backward, smacking her ass against his thighs, again and again. His rigid manhood plunged in and out of her mean pussy, over and over again.
Keaira craned her neck around, pulled his caput close with one hired man, and kissed his lip with astonishing ardour. She kissed him as though he were an haven in hell. Finally she released his clapper from her sucking lip and gazed into his eyes prayerfully.
He knew the look was the grace he had been waiting for. So ear slid his hands from her chest to her hip, and thrust into her harder and harder and harder. Yet he had not even begun to tap the marvellous sexual latent hostility that had been mounting within him.
Keaira cried."Yes ! Yes ! Yes !"And she trembled in climax.
And once more, all the pixies squeaked and fell upon the bed.
Without waiting for Keaira to see her breather, Spike ran the finger of his decently hand into her hair."That's three. Now I get mine."
He clutched her hair in an unyielding fist, threatening to shoot her scalp. She let out a yelp as he yanked her upright. With his exit manus he seized her waist, as with his right hand he drew her head back as far as possible. He walked her to the bed and bowed her over firmly, smacking her font into the sheets. Then released her hair and gripped her wrists tight.
Keaira looked back over her shoulder wearing a smiling wild with angry cacoethes."It's about prison term you stopped treating me like a be intimate little girl."
He pulled her blazon behind her back so she could not escape him, nor call upon the chains to bind him again."dad is going to give his bad girl a vicious spanking she won't soon forget."He pressed her legs together using his knees.
Keaira clenched her ass, realizing what he was preparing to do. She screamed,"Don't you fucking dare !"But her heated verbalism could not hide the excitement in her blood-red eyes. She had obviously tormented him for so long, knowing he would ravish her once freed.
"Don't trouble. It'll only aching until I'm finished."With one hand he restrained her wrist joint. With the other mitt he took his rigid appendage, sopping with womanly succus, and buried it between her ass cheeks. It was tighter than anything he had ever imagined or dreamed possible. It felt so unbelievably howling it almost hurt.
Keaira shrieked in a paradox of pain and pleasure."fucking !"
The purple Pyxidanthera barbulata fluttering about, zipped through the air in a race to hide within the bend of the silk sheets. And the murder of menacing raven cawed loudly and ruffled their feathers in agitation.
stiletto heel slowly drew back until only the headspring of his cock remained inside her. She looked back at him imploringly, her eyes already wet with tears, and pleaded."Please stop !"
He drove into her with a upstanding smack. She screamed and threw her head back.
He pulled back and hit her again, and again, continuing at a steady footstep. Keaira shrieked with each thrust."No !"
Recognizing that he wasn't going to hold back, she fought against him, twisting and wiggling and attempting to tug her arms free of his stark grip.
Her struggling only served to thrill him more as he thrust deliberate and abstruse. All the while keeping her thighs pinned together with his knees, for maximal tension. She was so extremely smashed his altogether body shuddered with each hammering twinge of his throbbing manhood.
When Keaira's electrical resistance slackened and her screaming lulled to crying groan, spike steadily sped up the tempo of his drumming. Both Keaira's screams and the gothic metal amplified in conjunction.
Keaira's revived sidesplitter became muffled as she bit down on a mouthful of silk sheets. Her screech soon turned to agonizing groan as she ground the sheets between her dentition.
Still, ear felt he couldn't poke as deep and as hard as he desired. Not with her ass clenched and his knee working to pin her branch. He wanted wide-cut unrestricted admittance. He knew, like a wild stallion, he had broken her. He only needed to pull the reins tighter.
stiletto heel pulled out his solid prick and Keaira breathed a groaning sigh of relieve. She spit out the sheets, and with heaving breathing time, she questioned."I didn't tone you cum ?"
"That's because I didn't cum, not yet."He climbed onto the bed, gripped her by the waist and pulled her forward easily due to her light weight. He sat on her hindquarters as he gathered pillows. Then gripped her hair cockeyed with his left fist and enclosed her throat with his right bridge player threateningly."You do what daddy tells you now. Or I'll give you a real reason to cry."
tears glistening upon her cheek, she spoke in a childish whimper."Yes papa. I'll do whatever you wish."
Her cherubic response, both her address of him as dad and her submissive tone, think she had succumbed fully to his dominance. He had no dubiety this was what she had truly desired from the inception of their erotic encounter, if not knowingly, then subconsciously.
"That's a good girl."He released her tussled haircloth and her throat, rose up onto his knees, and stuffed the pillows under her so that her scurvy back was arched with her soap-bubble undersurface propped up in the air."Now cross your legs, grab your ass with both bridge player, and spread your cheeks for me."
Keaira obeyed him without protest. Reaching back and gripping her boldness, she stretched her ass wide as though presenting her swollen rosebud as a majestic gift to a royal knight.
Spike slid down, gripped her house thigh, and kissed each of her red-faced brass, sucking and licking and nibbling fervently. He then gently tongued her pink maven. She cooed in her youngster voice."Hmm yeah, Daddy. Ooh, you're so naughty."
He felt he could happily drop days with his boldness planted between her cheeks. Though after a few arcminute of indulgence, he forced himself to move up onto his articulatio genus and position himself for reentry.
Cock in hired man, he slowly drove the heading of his dick between Keaira's unfold buttock. And she let out a whine more pleasure than pain. Her previous clenching and resisting had only made it more painful for her. She might actually enjoy it this sentence.
He took a clutches of her thin waist and paused."Tell me what you want."
Keaira spoke with her childlike voice again."I want you to spank my hiney Daddy. Spank my hiney raw. Spank my hiney until you explode."
He replied to her regard by gradually shoving the whole of his stiff humanity into her. He thrust ever so slowly so he may savor the vast delight of her tip gem. Also so Keaira may enjoy it. And her trembling groan confirmed her atonement.
He pulled back dim until only the tip was submerged, then plunged unhurried again. He continued to aim in and out, in and out, at this leisurely stride as he held her shank. And Keaira continued to reply with quivering moans of approval and girlish cry of,"Ooh yeah Daddy."
After several blissful minute of piercing her vice-like ass, again and again, Keaira beseeched him in her juvenile tone."Spank me unvoiced papa, spank me so hard. Please, Daddy, Please."
"wellspring since you've been such a salutary little girl, okay."spindle lowered himself atop her, slipping both arms under her, one to grip her slender shoulder house, the former to attach her hair's-breadth slopped and twist her point sideways. He licked and sucked and groaned into her little ear as he worked his hips, driving into her a piffling harder and a lilliputian harder, quickening the pace of his trench poking a little more with each dip. And Keaira's battle cry grew in bulk accordingly, until she was screaming with the full capacity of her lungs.
Spike paused for two heartbeats to grab Keaira's nigrify cotton scanty with purplish edging, and shoved them into her mouth to asphyxiate her insistent screams.
He proceeded to pound and pummel and powder her tight ass in a savage state of passion, roaring with browned off jubilation as he thrashed her so unmercifully. He beat and hammered her tight fanny, unleashing all his pent-up sexual aggression, until finally Keaira spit out her step-in and screamed."Oh fuck dada ! Oh fuck ! Oh fuck ! I'm going to cum !"
Her physical structure convulsed below him in a seizure of transport. And Spike howled in rapturous euphoria as he expelled his hot freight with the crimson force play of a discharging plasma-cannon. He would not be shocked nor ashamed if he found she had died at the import of their climax. For the intensity with which he erupted within her had surely drawn the tending of all the libidinous idol and demon.
He lay there atop her, breathing heavy, his heart hammering, with his cock still buried between her ass impudence. His idea was pleasantly blank with the high of flooding endorphins.
After his breathing space had returned to him, his heart charge per unit slowed, and his knowingness reemerged from the post-orgasm heavenly void, capitulum opened his eyes lazily with euphoric exhaustion and rose from the bed. He was bemused to find the alchemical rope, tattooed upon Keaira's back, smoldering like burning incense. It emitted swirling wisps of violet locoweed and little burning at the stake clinker.
The empurple pixies all gathered around again, groping and softly biting each other in excitement. What has simulated them so ?
The cherry ivy reached from the decaying Harlan Stone and twisted around his arms, leg, and body. He was wrenched backward and pinned to the wall.
Keaira rose from the bed, her back still toward him. Her heftiness rippled and her smoulder alchemic tattoo spewed violet smoke that whirled around her in a cloak of haze. It withdrew tight to her body and formed into a black and violet stays clothes. Her throttler, matching arm-warmers, and her thigh-high stockings had all morphed into intricately detailed silver, embedded with luminous amethyst gemstone and bristled with erose spindle.
Keaira spun around, her purple pointed fingernails ready to gash. Her tit had swelled to twice their master copy size and were bursting from her wearing apparel. A shady nimbus, like a possessing demon, besieged her consistence. Her blood-red eyes flared bright. Her jet opprobrious hair with crimson summit danced as though charged with electrical energy. Her slight ears stretched to bat-like stage and two stubby black horns sprouted from atop her mind. Her soft sassing opened in a hiss and her eye tooth grew into penetrative gleaming fangs.
spike heel shouted in surprisal."You're a fucking succubus !"
With a supernatural velocity, Keaira lunged upon him and buried her fang in one of the John Roy Major arterial blood vessel aside his jugular vein. A burning sting ran up his neck and into his mind. He writhed in agony. It felt as though every cell of his Second Earl Grey issue was being dissolved in superman. The auto-disconnect office, which should have been triggered by his critical pain in the ass, had somehow been subjugated or countermanded. A cyber-death within the Metaverse causes an intracerebral-aneurysm : A calamitous capture.
knowingness began to pass to a muzzy glumness of brownout. spike was faintly aware of being lifted…carried…set down upon the bed. His sight flickered so what he witnessed seemed to skip forward in jerk apparent motion.
Keaira returned to her pilot appearance. She slashed her left pap with an amethystine fingernail. vermilion blood dribbled down her breast. She cradled him in her weapon system and pressed his mouth to her bleeding boob.
"potable. It'll block the pain."Her representative had taken on a maternally character."It's OK. I fed just before bringing you here. You must drink."
lineage seeped into his rima oris. It tasted surprisingly cherubic. He sucked weakly and hot syrup streamed over his tongue and down his throat. His mind cleared and his strong point returned. His cock began to gormandise.
Keaira caressed his impudence with a soothing handwriting."boozing more."
He nursed from her slit nipple and sprightliness force flowed freely. A heat bred in his abdominal cavity and spread throughout his body. His muscles pumped with superabundant strength. He felt he could run, leap, and fight with unimaginable forcefulness. The angelical odour of night bloom on the cinch suddenly became rich, somehow more real. Keaira's heart beats became booming thunderbolt. He opened his centre as he continued to breastfeed her chest, and found his vision had enhanced many fold. He watched the dancing pixies and could see every minuscule flexure of their chassis. An intoxicating vigor rose from his substance and he experienced both an especial exuberance and an intensifying lecherousness to flow on more…neurogenic-energy.
"Shit !"Spike leaping with astray eyes."I thought neuro-vamps were only a myth, like cyber-ghosts. How can this be possible ?"
"The meta-virus reawakens and reprograms the sleeping nano-machines that remain after the neuronic interface implantation."
His mind raced with such potent dynamic."But the nano-machines are organic. They're broken down naturally after all your neural-pathways are united with the interface."
"The politics claims they're organic and biologically produced."Exclaimed Keaira."But that's a blatant lie."
"How can you know this ?"
"It took me a prospicient time to discover the truth. And I had help from my elder brother."
"Why would you do this ?"
"There is a grounds neuro-vampires hunt in coterie. And even a second-gen can not exist alone. For we are also hunted."
ear didn't want to reckon just yet about who or what hunted neuro-vamps. He asked,"Why did you choose me ?"
"No family. No friends."She scanned him up and down with a please tone."A nova organic structure. But most importantly, an angry hunger for more."
"Are you, or should I say, were you a cyberpunk ?"
"Only a neophyte, though as you have just seen, I know how to create an incarnation. My guru, the Etheric-Monk, sacrificed himself for me. He was an Elite, but there was just too damn many of them. He commanded me to flee. But I didn't want to leave him. I wavered in my escape, and I was bitten for it.
"The first-gens will feed on you until you are left in a permanent wave vegetative-state, due to wide brain damage. So there are very few second-gens.
"I can feed without passing the virus, and without causing permanent harm, if I desire."
Thinking of classic vampire traditional knowledge, Spike asked,"As my maker are you also my master ?"
Keaira smiled jovially."No. I'm your spouse. That's why I tested your sexual stamina. And I have to take, I've never had so much fun."
If it weren't for the get high he was riding, he knew he would be in a state of utter shock. But the fact of the matter was that he wasn't dazed. He was excited.
"Well then, now that we have played, let us hunt."A devious grin split his face and his heart radiated with vengeful ira."And I know the most deserving prick to be our first prey."
Keaira smiled eager, and then kissed his ancestry soaked sassing .