Welcome to Hell.

A nod, eyes glinting with barely repressed glee.

"Oh yes, I will find you. Never doubt THAT for a minute."

Another kiss~ slow, soft, sweet and then I stand up, stretch and prepare to make my escape.

"You've been warned, E."

A wink, another slow smile...and then...I am gone.
 
And with that she is gone. A short rendezvous to be sure, but a sweet one with promises of more to come. Finding my cup, I take a deep drink and hot coffee and then leave the mug to be found by the succubus that poured it for me. Being in a good mood I dig in my pocket and leave a single heavy gold coin leaning against it as a tip. I'm not sure of the currency down here, but it is sure to please.

I get up and wander into a dark corner with a wide smile.

"She warned me." I am gone.
 
Brown flesh shows to advantage in the flicker of firelight that permeates the main floor of Hell proper. Not that the Wolfling is thinking about that. Nor is she thinking of vodka or tormenting the succubus who hides, warily, behind the bar.

Instead, she is thinking about diving back into the story she and Moon are crafting, allowing her thoughts on racism, sexism and the battle for equality to fully inform her consciousness.

Well muscled legs carry her toward the fireplace and short, curvy body flops unerringly into a chair. A table magically appears before her with her lap top already on it, open and on.

The Wolfling leans forward, hands curving over the keyboard...and allows herself to be pulled into story.
 
Flames lick at my heels affectionately as I come up the stairs from the depths. A little sight seeing never hurt anyone. Its a quiet night, quiet for hell anyway, but there is one patron hard at work. It might just be time to interrupt her.

I find a nice formal looking chair nearby where the wolf works and climb up and sit on the back of it with my boots on the cushion.

"Good evening, Luna."
 
FINALLY!

I push the table away and give a stretch before turning my attention to than seated on the back of his chair.


Hey you! Was just finishing up for the evening. Six comes very early.

Rises and wanders over so that I can get hugs.
 
I hop down off the back of the chair onto the ground. Distance between us is quickly closed and I wrap my arms around the wolf. It feels good to have her in my arms if only for a little bit.

"Figures. I don't think the world likes us very much. You and me individually maybe, but not us. Six does come rather early though. You should get some sleep."
 
Nods and yawns.

i would agree.

Presses a quick kiss to his chin.

Gotta sleep, E. Am cross eyed.
 
"Well, sleep well, good wolf."

I let her go so she can go find her sleep and make my way back towards the stairs. I'm sure there is much more Hell can offer me tonight.
 
I awaken in Hell, body hot, covered with the gleam and stench of sweat and sleep that didn't last nearly as long as I wanted it to. THAT makes me angry. Pisses me off. I stand up, stretch and glance around. My eyes land upon a succu-bitch, standing just behind the scarred oaken gleam of the bar top.

I swear it's like they never leave their station, ever.


"Coffee. A glass of ice water. Bring it to my level."

Soundless footsteps lead me to the door that will take me deeper into the abyss.
Wrath. I need to prepare myself for the day.

That bitch will help.
 
It isn't that I am weak. I am not weak, not by a long shot.
It isn't that I only respond to violence or that I only understand hood rat mentality.
I am far better (and far worse) than that.

It boils down to one thing and one thing only.
I am a sadist. A sensual sadist but a sadist nonetheless and I am getting antsy...because it's been a very long time since I could play in the real world.

A very long time.

So...hell...I find myself here, again. The screams, cries, moans and whimpers of the damned are almost a balm to my soul. ALMOST. After all, I am not the one causing the reactions, am I?
 
I descend into Hell to seek out someone who seemed like they needed seeking out. I don't have long, but I never seem to, besides its my turn to vanish anyway. I slip down fiery stairs and and walk with a bit of purpose to my step until I find Luna.

"Good evening, Luna." Wry smile and little more is given. I'm not sure what she needs tonight.
 
He comes, a balm to my embattled brain. I know that he does not have long, even so, I am glad to see him. Honey brown eyes focus upon him as a small curvy frame slips from the chair and meanders over so that I can wrap strong arms round his waist.

"Hello, E."
 
A warm embrace in a hellish place feels good. I promptly decide I'm not letting go until I have to.

"I've got about twenty minutes maybe less. I've got some mandatory fun to attend and then I should be back, but who knows how long it could take. Not sure what the prerequisite time for fun is these days."

Its not exactly physical, but she feels off tonight. What drew me down here I suppose. I look down at the lovely wolf and wonder.

"Are you alright?" Its the wrong question and I know it. I shake my head and start again.

"What's got you not alright, tonight, dear wolf?"
 
He's caught me out and I still don't know how or why.

"I am feeling a little off. The real world. Drama...and an itch that I am unable to scratch..."

Small hand reaches up, touches a well known jaw line, scraping nails over tender flesh.

"No worries. Go have your fun. I plan on settling down to write...something, somewhere...I hope."

Soft lips find a chin and press a soft kiss there.
 
"Not fun. That implies something I might enjoy. This is mandatory fun. Best I'm going to do is some burnt hot dogs while I watch drunk people play tug of war."

Regretfully I release the wolf and step back.

"I'll try to find you later if I'm able. Write well."

I vanish before the world steals me in a more abrupt manner. Stupid required fun.
 
The Tigress sits in the main room, black lace halter top covering her upper body....and nothing but black bikini style panties on her lower. Sitting on a table in front of her are two pairs of jeans. One pair, men's...two sizes or so too big....and a pair of women's jeans. Not her tightest pair, but certainly more clingy then the men's. The age old question seemed to be plaguing her.......What the hell should I wear?
 
A wolfling captures the scent of a cat and stalks from the shadows to grasp a slender wrist. Full lips hover just beside an ear and whisper husky syllables into the Cat's head.

Go for comfort, love. Your upper body has all the femininity you require. Not only that but the contrast of looser jeans paired with sexy top is luscious.

A low growl of contentment, before those full lips graze the side of a delicate throat.
 
A wolfling captures the scent of a cat and stalks from the shadows to grasp a slender wrist. Full lips hover just beside an ear and whisper husky syllables into the Cat's head.

Go for comfort, love. Your upper body has all the femininity you require. Not only that but the contrast of looser jeans paired with sexy top is luscious.

A low growl of contentment, before those full lips graze the side of a delicate throat.

An ear twitches as whispered words touch it, her ability to make them move voluntarily often betraying her in moving unvoluntarily. But the recognized voice...the touch along warm, clean skin has her leaning back, a smile touching her lips.

I was thinking the comfort....the holes in the girly jeans might be too much for the weather, even if its warmer. And....I don't think my head is in the right place for them....

But her thoughts vanished at the growl...then had no chance of returning to her when those lips grazed against a completely bare, exposed line of skin. She shivered, gaze closing slowly..
 
-slowly she appears along with the smell of cookie dough.-

Well wolf, you'll be able to play with me and if you need a deeper maso we shall find one or two or ten.

And tigress. I agree with twin. Be comfortable.
 
Nails trace over delicate flesh~ a sharp cheekbone, a lovely little pointed chin while full lips explore the soft skin located just beneath a twitching ear.

I think that you should dress to accent what you feel good about tonight. You shoulders, your arms? They are strong and feminine. Why worry about looking like sex waiting to be uncovered if your brain doesn't feel that way?

Softly stroking fingers mover over the aforementioned body parts, grazing over skin with the barest little touches.

Plus, as I said...looser jeans with femmy top equals luscious.

Mouth touches mouth, as empty hand wanders toward hair and twines through it.

Okay?
 
-slowly she appears along with the smell of cookie dough.-

Well wolf, you'll be able to play with me and if you need a deeper maso we shall find one or two or ten.

And tigress. I agree with twin. Be comfortable.

Smiles shyly at a pretty Nina

I think I am settling on that. I sometimes wish I was in the head space for girly jeans more often, though. Men's jeans hide sexy boots....and I have at least two pairs of calf high ones that are awesome....
 
-slowly she appears along with the smell of cookie dough.-

Well wolf, you'll be able to play with me and if you need a deeper maso we shall find one or two or ten.

And tigress. I agree with twin. Be comfortable.

Honey brown eyes find a Twin.

Truth. And trust me when I tell you that I need it like others need air...

Happy smile.

Hey...love you and good to see you.
 
Smiles shyly at a pretty Nina

I think I am settling on that. I sometimes wish I was in the head space for girly jeans more often, though. Men's jeans hide sexy boots....and I have at least two pairs of calf high ones that are awesome....

You're only as sexy as you feel. AND sexy boots can be hidden and you still feel sexy when you wear.them for you. Plus when you sit they become a tease. People will want to see more. Thats yummy all on its own.
 
Nails trace over delicate flesh~ a sharp cheekbone, a lovely little pointed chin while full lips explore the soft skin located just beneath a twitching ear.

I think that you should dress to accent what you feel good about tonight. You shoulders, your arms? They are strong and feminine. Why worry about looking like sex waiting to be uncovered if your brain doesn't feel that way?

Softly stroking fingers mover over the aforementioned body parts, grazing over skin with the barest little touches.

Plus, as I said...looser jeans with femmy top equals luscious.

Mouth touches mouth, as empty hand wanders toward hair and twines through it.

Okay?

The nails, the teasing lips....her mind empties and she just falls into the sensation. Small crimson lines form on pale skin where the nails traced. Beneath feather light touches, muscles tense for a moment, goosebumps rising. Her head tilts just slightly, naturally finding a meeting of lips...until slender fingers entwine with damp locks. She freezes just a bit, whispering back softly

Okay..
 
Honey brown eyes find a Twin.

Truth. And trust me when I tell you that I need it like others need air...

Happy smile.

Hey...love you and good to see you.

Knowing smile-

Love you just as much.

And that need... We both have it. It's not an itch that you can scratch or fuck away your self.
 
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