Babylon /
One dark night (open - come play wif me!)
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Miya
11 years ago
One dark night (open - come play wif me!)
Miya found herself tossing and turning in her bed, flinging stuffed toys away from her. Scott hadn't liked her sleeping all day, perversely she found herself doing the exact opposite of the things that he had desired from her. What right did her have to haunt the back of her head, the dreams that were of him, her body coursing with desire at the need to feel him feed from her.
She got up and went walking, through the darkened house. She found herself in the sunroom, her easels set up. She picked up her paints, not noticing that they were the dark, sober tones that she had been favoring. She began to paint , dark modernistic crap. She took a step back, and she realized that she hated all modernistic crap and the fact that she had painted it was not an improvement on it being crap. She picked up a knife and attacked the canvas, ripping it to shreds. As the pieces fell around her, there was that overwhelming grief. Turning she stomped away, going to the bathroom. She needed to get out, she needed to find a place that didn't have memories of Scott attached to it. Where would that be?
As she showered, scrubbing her cafe-au-lait skin, then rubbing scented oil into it, her skin soft, and the way Scott would nibble upwards, licking her neck, then the sharp pain then...
She hit the counter hard. She needed this. Her blood boiled at time, super heated. Her loins wer just as hot. She badly needed a good debauchery. She then stopped and looked into the mirror with a slight grin. Babylon. She hadn't gone there with Scott. She had with Delilah a few times, and that one time with that reporter, she couldn't remember his name. What she did remember vividly was the intense woman who had been his destruction. Eliza? Something like that. Well if that drunk reporter could go to Babylon, then Miya could go there and look for her own. Maybe try drugs. She wished that she didn't long for the feeling of Scott feeding. Even more so was the need for her to taste his blood again. They'd only done it twice. The first was just a drop, the second much father off, had made her long even more for it. But Scott had always told her no, and he wouldn't budge on that issue. Sorta like he refused to bend on her desire to be turned...
But that voice was always there in the back of her head, whispering. Scott had left her. And the intense need for him consumed her. She shook her head, staring into the mirror. There would be drugs at Babylon, and maybe the drug would help with the immense emotion pain that burned her soul. She needed to get dressed and found herself standing in front of her closet, full of clothing that Scott had bought her. He loved her body with as little clothing on it as possible and most of the time that made her more than a little uncomfortable but this was a night that she had debauchery on the brain and planned her outfit with care. No underwear. That was something else that Scott liked, and she frowned, taking out a pair of black satin thong panties and starting there. Any of the fourteen skirts she had that were too short to the point of barely there would need something to make sure she didn't flash her pussy, and be street legal.
Miya turned to her skirt next and took down a slightly more conservative one. This was mid thigh and not barely below her butt, and it was a dark blue, shimmery fabric. Stepping into it, she took a wavy, wide, darker blue belt and ran it through the loops, securing the skirt in place. Now for a shirt, definatly no bra. And something sheer, but not too sheer as she wanted to be street legal. She found herself reaching for a soft, crocheted sweater in a very light aqua blue. It was almost the color of her beautiful glass eyes. Sayuri eyes someone had told her, meaning that movie with the Geisha that she loved so much. She owned an autographed copy of the book as well, signed by the author and the actress who played Sayuri.
Miya stood back and looked herself over in the mirror and nodded. Sexy but not slutty, and she didn't look like an escapee from a trailer park. She'd go with that. She took off her engagement ring and carefully put it away. She picked up a handful of bangles and slid them over her right wrist. She grabbed her purse and was out the door. Most women weren't comfortable riding a motorcycle in a skirt, but Miya wasn't one of those girls. She remembered a scene from one of those Twilight movies where Bella rode the motorcycle because the danger helped her see her vampire lover. Miya wasn't that girl. She rode her bike because the bike gave her freedom and speed and a slight thrill. Not to mention that a humming bike between your legs when there is nothing else there but a slight pair of panties would leave her soaking wet and guys seemed to like those pheromones.
It didn't take Miya long to get to Babylon, and as usual her exotic appearance got her in the door with a minimum of fuss. She laughed as the lights strobed, people danced with abandon and the music thumped. She wound her way to the bar and ordered a glass of a fruity, girlie rum drink, sucking on the cherry that was floating in the glass, deliberately being sensual as she did so. It was a night in a bar, albeit a good bar, and she was going to have fun regardless. Someone would come and dance with her and hopefully that dance lasted longer than a few moments on the floor under the neon lights.
Miya paused and Ran could almost feel her thinking, but the pause was short and when she reapplied herself to her task she did so with perfect attention to what he'd asked of her. He felt her little teeth against his hard length, and he nearly came off the bed, growling with lust, when she nipped and tugged at his head.
"Yes, that's just right," he gasped. He wanted her to know she was doing well. More than well.
Jacob seemed almost detached as he played gently with Ran's piercings, and, occasionally, not so gently. Ran knew that even though his attention appeared to be on Ran he was completely focused on Hana. Her pleasure was Jake's pleasure, doubly so when her familiar was an allured submissive. Ran knew Jacob's head was full of his mistress, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to enjoy the hell out of his attentions anyway.
A particularly sharp tug near his nipple made him arch again. "Very nice, Jake," he moaned. He couldn't keep his hips from moving but he did his best not to choke Miya as he thrust gently into her soft mouth. Her moan vibrated along his cock and he shuddered with the intensity of it.
Hana joining in was really the icing on the cake. Under other circumstances Ran might have complained about being outnumbered three to one but here and now - no problem. He smile tensely, his brow furrowed as he struggled to stave off the inevitable climax for just one delicious minute more. "That sounds delicious," he said. Just the thought of her bite and he was ready to explode.
He practically dove into her mouth when her light teasing caresses became passionate, deeper ones. When he felt the brush of her fingertips over Jake's back he released her familiar and brushed his own hand up her tiny waist instead, lingering against the soft curve of her breast.
There was no way he was going to last another minute. The three of them were making incredibly short work of him. Arching his back again he moaned against Hana's lips. He wanted to warn Miya, but his climax hit him like a freight train and he couldn't speak a word at all as he felt every jet, every little throb, every perfect spasm as he came. The room went completely white for a few seconds and all he could hear was the sound of his harsh, unnecessary breathing. As it began to come slowly back into focus he lifted himself on one elbow and beckoned to Miya.
"Come here."
He patted the bed beside him, indicating that she should either sit or lie down against the side of him that Jake and Hana weren't occupying.
((ooc: Please skip Jake, as his mouth is somewhat occupied ))
Internally she cheered when Ran exploded into her mouth. She found this very pleasing, and smiled, licking the bit that dribbled out of the corner of her mouth. She sat back rather pleased with herself. And then Ran indicated that she come to him, so she crawled up his other side and proceeded to lick the one piercing that she could reach. Her mouth tugged on it gently, then she sat back up.
"I've wanted to do this, well that, all night." She looks over towards Jake and Lady Hana, watching both of them as well. "So, ah. What comes next?" She asks hopefully, part of her wanting to sit and talk, but another part of her wanted her own pleasure. Greedy girl. She mostly didn't want the night to end.
((I slept all day! Sorry it's short, but the submissive doesn't really initiate...))
Jake was doing a decent job, effective if Ran's moans and praise were any indication. However, she was going to have to teach him how to turn his attention toward his client,assignment, playmate, whomever. It might have been easier if she were not so close but Hana figured that being here at all would make her the focus of Jake's attention and she didn't feel right leaving him alone to such a personal task. He wasn't nearly fully trained nor was that type of thing necessarily something she wanted him to do. Being able to do, maybe. Do, no. He was her's. She would take pride in him being well trained and capable but she wouldn't loan him out nightly for money, information or anything else.
It didn't hurt to be prepared though. Jake was intelligent, capable, calm headed and trustworthy. There might come a time when she needed to him seduce a particular person for her, a time when she couldn't trust anyone else. Preparation had always been one of her biggest goals. Not being prepared got you killed. Having nearly died more than once in her early life had taught her that lesson well.
Just thinking about Jacob made her want to pull him to her. Watching him play with Ran was enticing and she desired them both.
Her attention now was on Ran. She didn't get a chance to bite him before he came, going rigid with pleasure against her. Akahana held him close, her hand gently stroking the constantly healing piercings in his chest. The little pricks of pain would add a different sensation to his climax. She could give him that pleasure now and save the other for later.
Ran called to Miya who came and joined Ran on his other side. She asked what was next. Hana's golden eyes flickered down to her clan mate. That was for him to say. He had done what she had asked beautifully but where they went now was up to him. They still had two pieces of art to judge but they could do that later if Ran had something different in mind for the moment.
Kissing the top of his vibrantly coloured head, she released Ran so that he could sit up if he so desired. Hana then reached for Jake, wrapping her arms around his bare chest. "Very wonderful job, My Darling." She leaned down and favored him with a kiss that was long, deep and full of promises.
Jake found his task enjoyable, playing with the little stud labrets that protruded from Ran's chest in a tribal pattern. All the more so because his Mistress was right there with him. He could see her graceful hands moving over Ran's chest and he wanted to touch her but he had to obey her in all things; he wanted to. And she had said to do this, to please Ran.
He certainly sounded pleased.
Jake could feel Ran shudder when he climaxed, his gorgeous body going tense, every toned muscle standing out, and then he relaxed and Jake released him as Akahana reached for him. He transferred himself easily from Ran's side back to Hana's embrace where he lay resting up against her chest.
Her words of praise went straight to his heart and he beamed brilliantly up at her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Her kiss was utter perfection and Jake moaned blissfully into it, his heart hammering loudly enough that he was sure everyone else heard it. She was perfection, tasted like moonlight and fresh air. It only took the one kiss and those couple of words to arouse him, even if he hadn't already been.
Ran gave a sigh as Jake released his piercing and brushed his fingers gently through his hair. "Nicely done, Jake," he said with a smile, aware of the look of quiet joy on Jake's face that came from Hana's praise, not his.
He hummed a happy noise as Miya joined them. "You too," he said, sitting up as she did. "You definitely deserve a reward."
Making Miya his focus, he let Hana and Jake have a few moments while he tended to Miya. Ran shifted so he was sitting up behind her, his legs bent on either side of her hips, and then wrapped his arms around her. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing it softly. His hands explored; one drifted down over her belly to the crook of her thigh while the other lingered over her nipple, teasing it erect with gentle swirls and harder little pinches.
"You taste nice," he said against the lovely caramel skin of her neck. Carefully he closed his mouth over it, bringing blood to the surface as he sucked lightly. Ran let his fangs graze her skin ever so gently while his hand wandered from her thigh inward. Cupping her in his palm he fingered her softly, in no great hurry, knowing his bite would likely take her the rest of the way.
"Shall we find out just how nice?"
There was no sign of hesitance or resistance so he proceeded. "Make some noise for me, love," he murmured against her neck, and then he sank his fangs into her.
Ran didn't feed lightly; he meant to drink and drink he would. He kept his hands working over Miya's body as he drew from her neck again and again, each pull intensifying. It was the natural response to their bite; he had known a few humans who could endure it without a climax but he'd have been surprised if they could have managed in this situation, which practically begged it.
((ooc: permission was granted to bite Miya))
((ooc: closed due to inactivity. Places to go, threads to write!))
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