Raven of the City

"Look...I don't know how it works but I know things. It's like I'm a pipe where things come together..."
Ok she thinks I'm nuts...I am nuts.

Thet're in the street now and a cold wind is blowing. He knows it's close to midnight.
Suddenly Vince reaches in his worn leather jacket and pulls out a snub nose 38. The girl starts to bolt but he grabs her, pushes the gun in her hand.

"Take it. It's loaded. You can shoot me if I try anything."
She holds it in her trembling hand, points it at his chest.

"Your marked Faith I can see it on you. You stay on the streets and some maniac will eat your heart out. Come with me. I know someone who can protect you and not just for tonight."

She hesitates...

"Hurry Baby, we gotta go!"
 
Shirlene Vanderbelt

As I change into my Wolf form I stand guard over the innocent Humans.They have no idea of the evil that walks this night.

The Hunters plans have been foiled by me!

I can smell my detested Father on him my Father picked a very poor excuse for a hunter.

I knew that he was after another & myself as well.

My Father thinks that my Powers are very weak!Because so far I've only used my Mental Control & Telepathy but there are other Powers.

Were he uses his powers for evil I would rather use my powers to help others
 
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Faith Anderson

She hesitated, and closed her eyes for a moment. She took control of her hands and stopped them from trembling.Come on Faith...You can't be weak and all girly now. You have to be strong. She opened her eyes, she glanced up at Vince, and he could see that she was in control of herself now...No bullshiting, she would trust him for the time being. She placed the gun in the pocket of her skirt, concealed by her sleeveless turtleneck sweater.

"Hurry Baby, we gotta go!"

''Alright...let's roll.''

She felt Vince grabbing her hand, and they hurried down the street. She followed along side him. She stopped for a moment and almost had her arm pulled off by him. She reached down and slipped out of her heels...much shorter now, but she would be able to keep up with him easier. They continued on.
 
Priscilla Winslow

After I read the other children their book of choice and they have ventured way from the story circle, Ashley sits next to me while I softly read the words aloud to her from "Cinderella." Her round cherub face shines brightly as I tell the tale. I didn't really need the book, I had read it so many times to her but she likes the pictures. When she sees the picture of Cinderella arriving at the ball, Ashley points a pudgy little finger at it.

"Silwa. Cinwella is Silwa." My heart feels as though it may burst from her statement. She is so pure and innocent, untainted by the harsh realities of the world. I use all of my willpower to suppress the tear that threatens to spill out from the corner of my eye.
 
Alison Chambers

Ramon commands me to look at him as he enters me, and as always my eyes lock onto his. He pushes into me quickly, with authority, as if he is staking his claim to my body.

The sudden feeling of fullness makes me gasp and shudder. For a moment it feels as though his cock will punch through my womb and drive even deeper inside me, burrowing through my viscera until it pokes through the top of my skull. And for that moment, such a thing would be just fine with me. I am completely his: he can fuck me, kill me, do whatever he wants with me. It is a surrender that I have never given to any lover, male or female, but I have willingly given it to Ramon, many times. His wide, wicked grin tells me that he knows this, and it pleases him greatly.

The floor is hard and unyielding under my back and ass, but perversely the discomfort turns me on. I love the fact that he is too hot to wait till we’re in bed. His need for me excites me, increases my need for him until it becomes an ache, then an agony. Both our bodies are now slick with sweat. The room fills with our scent, the essence of pure animal lust.

My crimson fingernails sink into his back, and my legs wrap around his, imprisoning him securely with my body. He grunts and captures my mouth with his, kissing me with desperate hunger. His tongue plunders my mouth, echoing his cock’s assault down below. I move in rhythm with his thrusts, each thrust pushing me a little farther towards the ecstasy that is my ultimate goal. The glorious orgasm I experienced from his tongue and lips was just an appetizer. I want more, and judging from the shudders that race through my body I won’t have to wait long to get it.
 
Alison is arching her body onto him. Pushing up from the floor, pressing herself as far up his strong shaft as she can. Her knees are bent, her toes digging into the floor.
Suddenly Ramon slides his hands under her thighs and lifts. Her feet now free, cross behind his broad back and he pushes up until only her shoulders still touch the tiles. From this angle he can feel himself sinking into her deeper and deeper. He wants to penetrate to her center. To choke her with his cock from the inside. She's contracted around him like a tight hot glove. He delights in the fact that he's centered hard and strong inside this dangerous and beautiful woman. He wonders what it must feel like to be her wrapped tight and engorged with him.

He moves...he withdraws slowly...her eyes spark..she tightens her muscles and tries to hold him inside...he tries to withdraw and feels the friction of her vaginal walls shooting itching, aching waves of sensation through his body. He pulls out and nearly frees himself but then with a wicked grin he plunges back in, piercing through her resistance driving for the throat.
Again and again and again and again and again...

Sweat stands high on his dark skin. It drips and falls on her curving breasts, pools in the hollow of her throat.
Again his thick curving cock thrusts deep and yet again...
Her fingers are cutting into his skin across the lines of the old scars, Her eyes and his are locked in silent battle.
Out slowwwww...then again...falling into her...
and this time a tidal wave comes crashing behind him. It overtakes and consumes him in shuddering spasms. He pumps himself blindly into her, filling her womb with hot rockets of exploding cum.

Bound to a bed in the next room the girl watches in terrified fascination on the wall monitor the animal coupling of her captors and tormentors.
 
Alex

Oh, this is going to hurt in the morning. One beer too many, I guess. Yup, I was drunk. Horribly, and unbelievably. Luckily, I could actually walk straight when drunk. It was a talent I picked up tryin to drink the boys on the force under the table. I didn't win a hundred bucks by looking like I was ready to puke.

I cleared my throat as I left the Licking Lizard, taking a careful glance left and right. My car was still in the back. Oh, well. I'd be here tomorrow morning anyway to meet with Raven. I could pick it up then. Right now, I just wanted my bed and a cup of coffee. In no particular order.

ooc: oh, oh oh!! Lame-ola! Eesh! Better luck next time guys.
 
Alison Chambers

Sweat leaks from every pore of my body, mingling with Ramon’s, pasting strands of hair to my forehead. My legs clamp like a vise around him, and all my weight is balanced on my shoulders. Every muscle trembles with the strain of holding that position. My sides heave as if I am in the final mile of a marathon. I cannot take my eyes from Ramon’s as he thrusts himself in and out of my slick, tight sheath. I arch up with every stroke, grinding myself against his pubic bone, grunting as the sparks of pleasure begin to fly up from my supersensitive clit.

He plunges into me with a fury that sweeps me up and carries me along. I have no choice but to go along with it. It is like being fucked by a force of nature.

His lips are skinned back from his teeth, showing me a wolfish grin that could be an expression of either ecstasy or agony. That grin tells me that he is close, very close. I can feel the tension building in my belly, and I know that I too am close to the edge. My breath comes in short, sharp gasps now. The climax is there, gathering strength inside me. My taut stomach begins to cramp, anticipating the pleasure. I can feel my juices running down the crack of my ass.

And then Ramon growls and shudders as his orgasm explodes. His cum shoots inside me, and in my frenzied, overstimulated mind I imagine that he will fill up my entire abdominal cavity. I have a moment to think of the girl, lying bound and helpless in the next room, watching our little display of passion. What is going through her mind right now? Does she wish she were in my place? Is she aroused or frightened?

That does it for me. Thinking about her triggers my own orgasm. A low keening noise tears loose from my dry throat and I throw my head back, letting the pleasure overtake me. We shudder and groan, our bodies locked together. My knuckles white as my fingers dig into his back.
 
Raven

Searching for the Summoner among the players and the played, Raven finds tapping into her presence elusive. Raven shakes his head, trying to focus. Somewhere, near at hand, lust of a kind that is far more intensive than even that of the crowded clubs is being given full expression. It is an orgiastic, pervasive release of energy that assaults Raven's preternatural senses like the aroma of a fine meal might batter someone on the brink of starvation. Raven grits his teeth and growls to himself. The strength of the passion is nigh onto that Raven can evoke when delving deepest into the hidden fantasies of those upon whom he feeds, though he normally does not go quite that far most of the time.

It is then Raven spots Alex Castle. She is leaving the Licking Lizard. He is puzzled at first why she walks by her car, then he grins. She has had a couple of drinks, and though alcohol does not affect Raven quite as it does humans, he has seen the effects of it, felt them through the filter of human minds often enough to have some inkling.

Doing his best to put the hunger aside for the moment, Raven decides to greet her.

Walking up beside Alex, Raven murmmurs, "Good evening, detective. Out slumming with us lowlifes?"

Alex stumbles a bit, startled as she wouldn't be if sober. Without thinking, Raven puts his hand out to steady her. As his fingers close about her elbow, the contact, even through her clothing, causes a surge of power Raven can no more control at that moment than a hungry person might be able to keep from salivating. Born of Raven's hunger, the almost palpable sense of lust still radiating from somewhere near at hand, it roars through Alex's liquor weakened defenses, reaching...reaching...reaching deep into her mind, finding her hidden sexual desires, her secret lusts and pulling them upward until they flood into Alex's consciousness...and Raven's.

They stand there as if in a trance staring into each other's eyes as from Alex's mind, in almost excruciatingly intimate detail comes...
 
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Jesse

The sleek Benz dropped me off a few blocks from my apartment. It was still evening, but close to dawn, and I was thankful there was no one around as I rushed quickly to home.

Frantically opening the door and finally gaining entrance to home, I close the door and lean against it. My breathing slows and my head clears. Walking to the bathroom, I turn on the harsh overhead light. Yes, the swelling along the right side of my jaw is still there, but should go down by morning. The red line from his massive ring still clearly visible. As I tenderly touch the skin I wince.....yes, the heavy gold of the ring on my jaw when he back-handed me has left a very painful reminder.

Looking up in the mirror, I see the reason for my discomfort - my left eye, bruised, blackened, almost swollen shut. Other pains throughout my body remind me of the beating I'd just endured. I glance down at my bag and the 100 dollars peeking out. A face like this for a hundred bucks! Shit! Can't work the Lizard for a few days, and not even johns will take a look at me for at least the next day or 2 until I can cover this up with make-up.

What started as a dull throb at the base of my skull is quickly becoming more intense. Opening the cabinet above the sink, I take out the vial of Vicodin. As I remove one, I stare at the rest for just a minute before putting them back.

Walking to the kitchen, I grab a glass of water and swallow the capsule, before getting some ice from the freezer. I change into an oversized t shirt, trying to avoid looking at the bruises that are developing elsewhere on my body. Laying down on my bed, I place the ice over my swollen eye, and wait for the Vicodin to take hold. Must remember to call the Lizard...tell them I won't be in for a few days.

Quietly, simply, the Vicodin takes hold....putting my aches and pains to rest, and allowing me to drift into sleep....restful...peaceful oblivion...
 
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Shirlene Vanderbelt

I scence that someone is in great pyhsical pain!

I'm in an all out run down the Street.Searching with my Telepathy for the one named Jesse she needs comfort and some fur to cry on in her moment of need.

At last I've arrived at her door and I scratch and whine.Then she answers the door I then start licking her poor battered face at least she ha a friend in this She Wolf I will protect her.
 
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He takes her across the Zone, following side streets and back alleys. Twice they are accosted by street toughs who give way as soon as they recognize Vincent Amado. They pass the old Arena, boarded up and derelict now, that had been the scene of many of his early victories in the ring. Once past it Faith knows she is in a part of town she's never seen. Abandon buildings, weed choked lots, long forgotten street lights, derelict cars. Here and there a node of light and sound where humanity hangs on by it's fingernails.
They stop at one such place. The sign over the door is crudely lettered...MOTHER BEATRICE...PYSCHIC and HEALER...Artifacts Available.

"This is it." he says,
"Let's go in."

The interior is dark except for dim yellow light coming from a lamp sitting on a battered table in the back of the tiny storefront.
The place is cluttered and smells of incense and candlewax. There are dirty diplay cases full of objects that Faith would like to see but Vince gives her no time. He pushes her into a chair on one side of the table and knocks on a thick door behind it.

"It's Vince Amado." She hears him say.
"I brought the one you seek."
 
Faith Anderson

"I brought the one you seek."

She shifted uncomfortably in the chair. Oh shit, she thought, I've been set up. Her slender hand was placed over the gun, which she which she still concealed. She thought back to the trip over here. How she had seen parts of the city which her eyes had never seen before. Several times she had almost stepped on sharp rocks and shards of glass. Broken alohol bottles, which told a sad, drunken tale.

I ought to get up and leave. She remained still in her seat. If she had to kill Vince and whoever was looking for her, she would have.
 
Jesse

In my fog-shrouded brain, I hear a strange scratching at the door. As if in a stupor, I go to the door and find a dog. Well, it looks more like a wolf on my doorstep. She walks in and sits next to me.

I look out quizically....trying to see if she belongs to anyone. Not that many people here have pets. Not seeing anyone, I close the door, and gingerly kneel down to stroke her head. I'm rewarded by warm licks to my face and a gentle paw on my arm. Ruffling the fur around her neck, I smile....then laugh.

"You lost too, girl? C'mon, let's see if I can find you something to eat."

I walk to the kitchen and find some lunchmeat, but she refuses to eat. I shrug my shoulders and make my way back to the bed. As I lay on my side, drifting off slowly, I feel her curl next to my side and I fall asleep my hand gently stroking her fur.

My dreams are of happy times....childhood - and the dog that was my best friend when I was 10.
 
Shirlene Vanderbelt

The Woman named Jesse said are you lost girl! She then offered me lunchmeat to eat but I refused it she needs it worse than I do.

As she goes to bed I curl myself around her I feed off of her nightmares.I then give her Happy Dreams of when she was a little girl of Ten and Happy playing her pet Dog.

Jesse deserves to have Happy Dreams instead of these Nightmares I will never allow anyone to ever hurt her again!

There is something special about Jesse!
 
David

Early morning, you find me at the usual place, greeting the paper vendors as they drop their bundles at my shack.

I greet each with forced cheer, calling their names and teasing one particular young man, catching the smell of perfume and loving still on him.

"Ray, you keep it up, and you'll wear it out" I chuckle, hearing his startled reply...."How do you do it Dave?"

"It's a gift" I laugh as he hops in his stepside and pulls away into the cool morning mist.

"Yeah, a gift" I mutter to myself, breaking the bundle and spreading it out on the counter, my fingers verifying the count.

People are dissappearing off the street, first the ladies, one by one, now Pops Sterno was found, murdered.

"I need to talk to Raven" I mutter to myself again, shaking the blues out of my system that had slowly overcome me.

"At least Jesse is safe" I console myself, at least one small part in my world would be here tomorrow.......
 
the summoner

Returning to her domicile high above the city, she showered, washing away the taint of the life below. Mortality had a tendency to cling like a film of sweat. Still it was good to taste every now and again. Living became stagnant otherwise. She shook the droplets of water from her skin like a great cat, but did not redress. She liked the feel of the night breeze on her skin.

Out on the streets, she had felt Raven's presence, seeking her. For reasons unknown to even her, she had declined to respond. Perhaps she was still savoring the voyeuristic thrill observation gave her. "Or perhaps you are simply being contrary," she mocked her reflection, "you are prone to do that." Focusing her mind, she found Raven again. He was with the female detective. She couldn't remember the woman's name, but then, rarely bothered to learn names in the first place. Smiling to herself, she realized Raven needed to feed. "What delightful foreplay," she sighed, settling in to, ahem, observe.
 
The woman who came out of the door could have been her grandmother or maybe her Great Grandmother if she'd weighed 300 pounds and spoke French. Faith thought it was French anyway but spoken in a dialect she could not fathom. Vince seemed to know every word she said and she was saying a lot. The enormous woman finished and sat down heavily across from the frightened girl then reached out and took her hands in her own and smiled. A warm comforting smile that seemed to bathe Faith in a flood of well being. Her fears vanished immediately.

"This is Old Mother." Jack said. He said the name as though it were a title.
"She told me to bring you here and says that you are beautiful and will serve the four riders well..."
She made to protest but Jack went on.
"You are not to fear them. They will protect you in this life and service to them is a great honor."

He leaned close.
"Don't worry Faith, they have already kept you from Death tonight. If you weren't with me now you would be violated and cut up in a gutter somewhere."

His eyes told her that whether these were true words or not, he believed them.
 
Faith Anderson

When she saw the old, heavy-set woman come out, her spine tensed, she closed her eyes tightly, the Lord's prayer running through her mind. Opening her eyes, she saw that the woman was speaking to Vince. She thought that it was French, but she couldn't determine it because of the dialect. At least Vince understood her.

Finally, she sat down in front of her. Faith tensed up at the woman grapsed her hands. They were warm and soft. Then, she smiled, and Faith sighed quietly...so far, it seemed as if she wasn' in any immeadiate danger.

"This is Old Mother.She told me to bring you here and says that you are beautiful and will serve the four riders well..."

She opened her mouth to ask Vince who the four riders were, but she closed it when he continued speaking.

"You are not to fear them. They will protect you in this life and service to them is a great honor."

She glanced down at her hands, which were grasped tightly by Old Mother, as Vince leaned closer, avoiding eye contact with him.

"Don't worry Faith, they have already kept you from Death tonight. If you weren't with me now you would be violated and cut up in a gutter somewhere."

Finally, she slowly slid her eyes up to meet his. She saw that he believed the words that he spoke.

''But why me? Now what do I do?''
 
They lay locked together on the floor. His cock is buried deep inside her. He can stay like this a long time. Her heat will keep him erect and if
they remain this way for very long the burn will come again and they'll begin the slow delicious motions that will lead to another moment of shuddering climax and then again and again.
Santiago lays on top of her, his fingers playing with her breasts his lips touching her face here and there; her legs still encircle him and she rubs her clit slowly on the hardness beneath his black curling pubic hair.

"Ahhhhh my Ali San...My Bad Girl...Do you think our toy was impressed?"
She can see the captive on the monitor over his shoulder. She's tied spread eagled to the bed in the next room. Her eyes are shut but there's no doubt she had watched them while they fucked.

"Pretty?...Do you think? I never asked you Alison darling, how much you might like to have one of the girls to yourself.This one perhaps?"
His smile was the smile of Lucifer and she loved it.
Alison Chambers squeezed tight against his rigid penis and he responded with a slow deep thrust and withdrawal, then again.

"WE could just stay as we are of course, maybe watch Dog or Tyrone do the honors with the poor thing. Or...."
He was thoughtful.

"Perhaps get dressed to a tee and go out for the evening. No telling what we might find."
Then he kissed her, his tongue like a serpent in her mouth and the cobra of his cock alive in her body once again..
 
Shirlene Vanderbelt

I hear David's thoughts yes Jesse is safe for now!

I like Jesse and I do not want to Frighten HER when I will have to change back to my Human form.
 
Jesse

I stir from my dreams, and slowly open my eyes. A smile plays on my lips as I remember my dream, and I think for a minute on happier times.

My throat feels as though it is burning, it is so dry. I sit up and feel my head spin, remembering the vicodin I had just taken a couple of hours earlier. As I look down, I'm surprised to find this animal here and am confused for a moment where she came from.

Ah, yes, that's right a stray. She looks at me as thought questioning what she should do. I scratch behind her ear, then bend over and give her a hug, burying my bruised face in her soft fur.

"You still awake? Or did I wake you? Well, I need a drink of water, how about you, girl?"

As I get out of bed, I feel the stiff soreness that the vicodin has not yet completely gotten rid of. The memories of a few hours ago come rushing back: the john back-handing me, the fist to my eye, pushing me to the ground, the kicks to my legs, back, and stomach. All aching dully now, but the headache is receding.

I slowly make my way to the kitchen and try to drink a glass of water. My jaw somehow resists opening, but I slowly manage to get enough water down my throat to ease the burning sensation. I look down to find the stray dog....no wolf, really, sitting next to me. Fishing a bowl from the cupboard, I fill it with water and place it on the floor. She drinks hungrily, and I painfully squat down next to her, stroking her.

"You know, all things need a name. And if you are going to be my friend, then you must have a name. Let's see.....what would fit? You look more like a wolf than anything, and wolves for the most part are wild. Hmmmm.... I know! Artemis! Greek goddess of the wild and of animals! Is that OK with you? Shall I call you Artemis?"

As I make my way back to my bed and lay down, Artemis jumps up and lays down next to me staring intently at me. As I stroke her fur, I begin to let my mind wander. And it wanders to David Bren. His mystery, his kindness, his savvy. Although considered disabled, he is one of the most able men I know. Handsome, though I've never seen his eyes behind those dark glasses. I wonder if anyone has. Looking down at Artemis, I smile...

"Yes, Artemis, I can admit to you that I think David Bren is the most interesting character in this wretched place. The only thing? He doesn't even know as more than a friend. Ironic, isn't it? You know, besides you, I'll bet he could understand the pain I feel right now. But you ae here and he isn't, isn't that right?"

I slip back down onto the bed, and once again I experienc egood, happy dreams....dreams of David finally taking notice....
 
Shirlene Vanderbelt

I like the name Artemis for my Wolf form and start licking Jesse.

I tell Jesse with my Telepathy that David notices her and worries about her her being safe also.
 
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Alison Chambers

I gasp, then moan at the sensation of his cock inside me. “Oh yeah, baby,” I mutter. “You’re up for a twofer, huh?” My internal muscles clamp around him, then begin lightly squeezing and releasing him. His low groan is my reward for my efforts. He begins to thrust inside me once again, as my hips pump feverishly to meet him. Once again we are quickly consumed by the wild, animalistic passion.

Ramon varies the speed and depth of his thrusts, sometimes slow and tender, other times quick and rough. The unpredictability is powerfully erotic, and leaves me gasping. Just as I can feel myself peaking, he slides into me and stays there, unmoving, grinning at me. I stare up at him, panting, then try to thrust myself against him, frantic to continue my ascent. His body presses me down, makes it nearly impossible to move. “Oh, you are too much,” I groan. His laugh infuriates me, inflames me.

He keeps me pinned down for a long time, and just when I’m about to go crazy, he resumes his thrusts. My nails bite his back and shoulders, adding my own marks to his scarred flesh. It takes only a few more strokes before my entire body stiffens and the ecstasy overtakes me once again. My head thrashes from side to side, whipping my sweat-dampened black hair. Ramon makes a low growling sound and then I feel him explode once again.

Conscious thought fades away for a little while, then slowly returns. I soon become aware of the hard floor under me, and now that the crisis has passed it feels quite uncomfortable. When we’ve both regained enough presence of mind, we disentangle ourselves and manage to stand up. I breathe deeply, savoring the scent of sex that rises from our bodies.

“You asked me something earlier,” I say, after a moment. “We, uh, got distracted before I could answer.” We grin at each other, knowing that our “distractions” are always welcome and very enjoyable.

I raise my eyes to the monitor for a brief moment, taking note of the bound girl. “I’ve often thought of snagging one of your playthings for myself. And this one is rather cute.” I smile at her image. Her face is contorted in a half-fearful, half-lustful expression. “Just looking at her, you know that nothing in her life could’ve prepared her for what she’d find with us. Check her out. She’s a little bit disgusted, a little bit scared, and a little bit turned on. That’s quite a combination. I could work with that. Definitely.”

I look back at Ramon, who is studying me intently and smiling. “But for now, what do you say we let her stew in her own juices.” I can’t help smirking at the double entendre. “You know, let her build up some anticipation for what comes next. Meanwhile we could clean up and change and go out to play. The night’s still young, and like you said…no telling what we might find.”
 
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