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A flicker fell into another and Keaira did not retreat. Her eyes were an odd combination of emotion. She looked at him as if he were going to throw her down the stairs. The last thing that Talanwei was going to do was hurt the small woman. Yet he looked deeply into her eyes and knew that there was just as much need in her as there was in he. As the damnable towels continued to get in the way, Talanwei did exactly what he had been imagining. A firm, yet gentle pull brought her closer to him. The Achadhiel barely heard her mumble something of coffee…the ghost could wait. His lips pressed themselves into the shallow area where her neck and shoulder met as if they were meant to be there. He let the merest touch of his tongue meet her neck as he made his way upward with agonizing slowness. Talanwei restrained the urge to nip at her skin, it was too soft and unblemished for him to mark with his teeth. Up he went until his lips traveled to just beneath Keaira’s jaw and his breath would tickle the sensitive skin close to her ear. The achadhiel felt her body respond and it excited him further, the pounding of his own heart made the blood roar through him.

Everything seemed intoxicating to him then. The warmth of Keaira where their skin touched, there was even something sensual about the feel of her pulse beneath his lips. Suddenly he was aware of her hands against his stomach. A flash of irrational jealousy washed over him for an equally irrational moment. Those damned towels! Talanwei wanted her hands on him, running over his stomach and shoulders. The mere thought nearly gave him shivers. Yes, it was clear, they simply had to go. With his left hand, he lifted between where her hands were holding the towels and lifted them from her grasp. As carefully as he could, Talanwei dumped them to the floor. His hands went back gently to Keaira’s shapely hips. A bare edge of a squeeze before his right hand went trailing his fingers up her back and into the locks of midnight colored hair. He let his hand come forward and rested his fingers along her neck and jaw.

For a few flickers, he looked at her eyes, the haunting and ethereal blue they were, and her lips. Talanwei leaned forward and kissed her deeply. The woman had lips that were so soft they shamed his imagination. It may have only been a few flickers, it could have been burns that he took in their kiss but when it paused the Achadhiel put his forehead to Keaira’s. His breathing was a struggle to control as it was feeling the need to be unnecessarily loud. It seemed a conspirator with his heart as well, for it was doing its best to beat a path right out of his chest. Between the two and his, by then, noticeable need Talanwei trying to exert some control was tantamount to impossible. He kissed her once more…because it was the only sensible act his mind could create.
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Aerin let out a soft sigh of welcomed shock as Yelena took control and, much like Tigre had, began to deliver Aerin to higher and higher plateaus of pleasure, the redhead’s eyes moving from face to face in the room, or at least what faces she could see, her mind filling in the missing blanks of Talanwei and Langredoc – the barmaid seemingly now seated beside her with her attire differing in both cloth and attitude.

Aerin stroked her fingers slowly through Yelena’s golden hair as she felt the hardened bead of flesh toyed with by Yelena’s probing tongue, small gasps of excitement leaving Aerin’s lips as the apex of her womanhood, fully aroused and neglected outside of its tiny fleshy cave jutted upward repeatedly, silently screaming for some of the same treatment. Aerin felt her left hand move, seemingly of its own accord, as it slid down her twitching belly and found purchase in the wet pink folds of her oft-hidden flesh while the other tightened with gentle insistence in the golden tresses and pulled downward, Aerin guiding Yelena downward in the hopes of the most sacred of kisses.

However…

Darts was then, and always had been, the pub of the damned. The recurring setting for Aerin’s nightmares and this eve, no matter how pleasurable the sexual escape was for Aerin, the nightmares simply would not be denied and Aerin felt as though the was falling as the black maw of unconsciousness awaited her as she leapt over a zenith of utter pleasure brought to her vie Yelena’s mouth and hands.

”Aerin! What have you done?”

Aerin’s eyes turned toward the door, the dagger following it, flecks of blood drawing an arc toward Rat’s feet as he glared down at the naked redhead and her dismembered companion. Aerin’s eyes blinked in wide-eyed innocent insistence as if to say ‘What?”

“You… You… Oh Dominicus damn us all Aerin… Look at this mess!” Aerin’s eyes looked back down at the body in her lap as it still continued to twitch and writhe in pain, although silently thanks to the heavy gagging in its mouth. Rat knelt beside the pair and placed his hand on a patch of raw red meat that still held the curvature of a breast, his eyes averting to a nice safe wall when he realized that a heart still beat within. Rat had not been easily shaken by thing, but Aerin could hear the vomit surging through his throat in small stages moments before she heard it splatter along the floorboards.

Aerin, herself, was unfazed and found her hands stroking through blonde hair which had been streaked with both crimson stains and clear pus from where both of the girl’s eyes had been slowly and carefully sliced open and removed. Rat saw ugliness where she saw beauty. Why was that?

Aerin’s task had been a simple one: to gather this girl – Deidre was her name – and convince her through force to settle up on her gambling tab through either money or an arrangement to become property of the creditor for an equitable amount of time. Rat and his boys had done something similar night after night, with Aerin often acting as the bait, and so her first night of trying out her new profession had gone, at first, exactly as she had thought it would…


Aerin mumbled and moaned as her mind tried to climb back up the well of unconsciousness and found Yelena’s tongue and lips still hard at work on her flesh. Had it been flickers? Burns? Marks? A whole tide? Aerin was uncertain as she floated lazily between waking and darkness, cool jets of delight washing over her form again and again, the fingers of both hands still entwined in Yelena’s hair as Aerin thrust her pelvis harder against Yelena’s mouth once more, the redhead riding her blonde steed once again into the realm of darker dreams…

”What have you done? What have you done?” Rat was practically sobbing as he wiped flecks of regurgitated food from his face and backed away from her.

“She didn’t want to pay…”

“Dammit, Aerin… That’s when you break a finger or something… Not skin her alive…”

“I started with the fingers… She still said ‘no’…” Aerin’s voice was a mixture of confusion and determination as she held Deidre’s left hand up for him to see, all four fingers and the thumb twisted into a knot of impossible angles. “I began to guess…” she began, pointing at the woman’s feet which had been bound and then sliced in such a way that they had reminded Rat of raw ribs in a butcher’s shop, the feet cleaved neatly from a point between each toe up to the ankle, rendering the woman crippled for life at the very least, had Aerin not continued on.

“I never… We never taught you THAT!” Rat screamed, cutting her off.

“You NEVER taught me ANYTHING Rat! Only how to seduce men and women into dark alleys or other secluded spots so that you and he others could have all the FUN!” Aerin stood up sharply, Deidre’s body rolling unceremoniously on the ground, bloodied hands on her hips as she screamed at her lover, her nude breasts bouncing with every word.

“Fun? FUN?” Rat picked up a discarded boot and threw it at Aerin in anger, the redhead dodging it easily enough although she did slip a little in the scarlet puddle at her feet. “Our fun, as you put it, never involved us or our marks being naked, Aerin… Nor did it involve any of…this…” Rat retorted, pointing down at Deidre, where Aerin had previously shoved something that looked to be a table leg of some sort into Deidre’s rump. “Our fun never killed anyone Aerin!”

“She’s not dead yet.”

“She may as well be… Look at her Aerin. You took her eyes…a lot of skin, her ability to walk… How is she to earn a living like that Aerin? How is she supposed to pay back her debt? Even a whore with a broken hand can still fuck for a Lance here and there. Look at her, Aerin… LOOOK!” Rat rushed her, gripping her hair painfully and forcing Aerin to her knees beside the body, rolling Deidre face up so that Aerin could again see her face as Deidre continued to cry with neither sobs nor tears to show for it. “If she would not pay, our employer wanted her brought to him unscathed, Aerin. If she refused to put coin in his hand, the debt would be taken from her twat. Who in the Nether would fuck her like this now?” Rat left the question unanswered as he pushed Aerin to the floor in anger and disgust.


“No…no…no...” Aerin moaned, a pained look on her face as she twisted on the floor, her calves crossed over Yelena’s back and locked at the ankles. Yelena’s attentions were drawing Aerin back toward consciousness, but Rat’s words kept drawing it back into the pits. Aerin’s face contorted into a mask of pleasure and pain mixed as she hit her peak once more, a dark smile shining in a face as reddened as blood, her fingers leaving Yelena’s hair and clutching at the girl’s shoulders as she gave an almost animalistic howl and fell silent. Darkness once more drew her back to Deidre’s side.

”You pompous ass…” Aerin rose and wiped some blood away from her nose, not realizing that it was her own. “Always so willing to judge others when they fuck up, but unwilling to help them out… I was there, Rat… At your side when you broke that old man’s knee… He owed thirty banners, Rat… Thirty… I know damn well that you spent more than that on your new clothes when your old clothes were still good.” Aerin bent and picked up her dagger, studying Deidre’s face as she spoke to Rat.

“I do not pay the debts of others, Aerin.”

“You don’t pay your own, either!” Aerin shouted, tears streaming down her cheeks. “This is the price you pay, Rat… This is the debt you owe for making your damned world seem so beautiful but allowing me to get lost trying to find my way there.” Aerin gripped the back of Deidre’s head and dragged the girl into a seated position, her other hand pulling the gag from the girl’s mouth just moments before pushing the dagger underneath the hollow of her chin and up into her brain.

The scream between the un-gagging and killing stroke was both deafening and unsettling, seeming to hang in the air long after Deidre’s head cracked hard against the floorboards.

“Fuck!”

“Oh no…no…no…” Aerin hissed through clenched teeth. “You pay your price, Rat. You made me, Rat… Behold your beautiful creation…” Aerin looked deranged as she began to rub her hands over her breasts, thighs, and pubis, Deidre’s blood smearing across her skin in abstract tribal tattooing and the dagger threatening to cut her own skin at odd times.

“I know you not, Aerin, and I want you well the fuck away from me and anyone I know…” Rat answered coldly. “I did not make you like this and cannot even begin to fathom what manner of demon did…”

Aerin’s nostrils blared at his words. “No!” You did this! You did this! I cut her because it…”


“…FEELS SO DAMNED GOOD! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuughhhh!” Aerin screamed as she returned to vivid animation, her back bowing as small rivulets of blood appeared around her fingernails, streaming down Yelena’s back as they bit in just far enough to make Yelena spring a leak. Aerin’s eyes popped open, her gaze disoriented as she completed the loops between high pain and high pleasure, her white-knuckled hands pulling Yelena’s wet, sticky mouth to hers for a deeply probing kiss, the redhead hungry to escape the pains of her personal demons.
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“Uhwhaaaaaaaaa-” The blond exhaled every last bit of her breath with her shriek as the nails dug into her skin. Her sounds were short lived as she was pulled into a wet kiss, the liquid pleasure being mixed more with both of their saliva. She could feel the running trails of crimson making it's way down her back. It was odd. From the previous looks of Aerin's face, Yelena could see that she was in pain remembering something. Perhaps the pleasure had triggered something deep inside. She couldn't put her finger on it (she could, but that was was not the spot she was going for), but the scream Aerin gave and the piercing of her skin was some hint. Could it have been a bad memory, a nightmare?

Still, hands found their way blindly around each other, knowing exactly as they hit their targets. Yelena drew Aerin closer while continuing to gently caress every length of skin she could find. Do you want to escape? Her fingers stopped before the sensitive flesh, playfully teasing the woman. The feeling was incredible. She could have wrote volumes upon volumes of work with the material she had to work with. The pain from the wounds started to become an afterthought as her body numbed more and more as she heard the reactions from Aerin while working on releasing her from her nightmare.

“It's... okay...” Yelena said behind broken breaths. She ran her fingers through the redhead's hair for a few flickers.
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Keaira nearly swooned. There was something overwhelming about his touch, and she could feel her body yielding to it like clay in the hands of an artist. A whisper of his tongue upon her flesh set her eyelashes to fluttering as she released a soft, quivering sigh. The release of breath eased her nearer, but still the towels kept them apart, and still her arms refused to release them.

The girl's eyes opened again as she found the towels leaving her arms of their own accord, and for a moment she hung on fearfully, before she realized that it was he who was taking them from her. At once she released them, her arms lingering in place to continue to hold the invisible burden of cloth for a flicker more. She seemed unsure of herself, looking at him questioningly, the flush of color on her porcelain flesh visible even in the shadows of the hallway. What light there was found itself caught in her eyes, which shone back at him in an ever-changing kaleidoscope of emotion. Her heart pounded in her chest, leaping as his hands found her hips and moved beyond them. Shivers rushed up and back down her spine as his fingers entangled themselves in her silken hair, and her chin tilted up gently as his fingers came to rest near her jaw.

For those few flickers her lips were parted, beckoning to him, begging and aching to be kissed as Keaira moved almost imperceptibly closer, her small, delicate hands lifting to lay themselves gingerly upon his chest. She was just beginning to fear that Talanwei was only teasing her when he suddenly leaned forward and pressed his lips to hers. Again her knees threatened to give way, the girl growing shorter for the barest flicker before she regained her footing and stood up straight again, her lips pressing gently against his. She found herself unable to keep herself from moving forward and, gently as a summer breeze caresses a flower, she pressed her body against his. In those flickers, their foreheads resting against each other, her face was so warm she feared it would burst into flame -- but all worries were lost instantly when his lips met hers again. Gently one hand lifted, soft fingertips brushing against his skin in an upward path as her hand found his neck and slipped round behind it, pulling him nearer. Slightly upon tip-toe she rose, trying to steal more of the sweetness from his lips, though she was already a fool from his affections.

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Tigre watched with veiled interest as Aerin pulled the blond Adhiel's head downward and pushed herself repeatedly against the girl's mouth. Yelena, unused to such things, did quite well in Tigre's eyes, for a beginner. A faint smile toyed with the corners of her lips -- but it was the pain in Aerin's features that caught her attention.

A slender brow arched in mild curiosity ere the woman shifted slightly. Aerin's nails dug into Yelena's back as she writhed in ecstasy yet again, blood flowing from the wounds. Tigre reached out as if to touch it, then seemed to change her mind, as the blond held fast to Aerin and soothed her as if she had just woken up from a nightmare. Though it was mildly intriguing, Tigre was quick to lose interest in anything that did not affect her directly, and in silence she withdrew. Embraced once more by the shadows as a child to a mother, Tigre faded from the dream as quickly as she had come, a dark chuckle echoing faintly behind.
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“It's... okay...”


Aerin pulled back from Yelena, staying close to the girl while allowing them both a bit of breathing room. Aerin looked to Reiker and saw him sitting there, drinking coffee and seemingly oblivious to the world around him. She looked to Tigre just soon enough to watch the woman disappear. Her eyes turned back to Yelena, the green in Aerin’s eyes so rich and vibrant that they almost glowed. “No…” Aerin whispered, shaking her head and blinking, the pools of jade distorting in a way which would have made Salvadore Dali weep with joy, emerald tears flowing down her cheeks as all color drained from her eyes within flickers, bone white orbs remaining behind as the windows to an empty soul.

“No…” she repeated as the world tore around them, Aerin reaching out to clutch Yelen tightly to her breasts at the last moment. “…it is never okay…”

Together, Aerin and Yelena tumbled through nothingness into darkness.

OOC: Closing/locking/ending this thread. Talanwei and Keaira are branching off of the dream and into one thread, while Yelena and Aerin are going to another. Thanks to everyone who participated, please feel free to make ending posts as the bar gets chewed up by blackness.
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“No... it is never okay…”

From Aerin's embrace, Yelena could see before her that the reality of the bar was... falling apart. The walls seemed to collapse, piece by piece, taking furniture and whatever else was near into it's void. Looking into Aerin's eyes, the adhiel could see that... that the color was disappearing. The woman seemed empty. Yelena wrapped her own arms around her while the rest of the bar began to break away. Closer and closer the stones fell before the floor underneath the two finally gave way. Yelena reached up as she fell, with the other arm tight around Aerin.
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Langredoc sighed and stepped back. Closing the door was like a ritual, it was a strange feeling to close the door on such a exiting and in some ways disturbing sight. There was something happening that the man could not explain, like a lack of choice. Still the door was closed.. He watched the door for a few flickers... then a other few flickers while the adrenaline pumped through his vines and a sudden body part.

Sweat dripped on the floor while the man fought hard to get his body under control again. Visions of the women still lurking inside his mind, surrounded by the dark desires that were part of his personality.

Something deep inside him wailed when he stepped away, its lust not satisfied... then while the little wolf complained and licked his face he woke up in the middle of the night.

The little wolf still licked his face, probably it had noticed his stress. He turned over while stroking the now happy little animal, and tried to return to sleep. The memories of what happened already fading from his mind.
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Talanwei senses were both dulled and sharpened all at once. More really that some were emphasized and others subdued. Even more specifically, Talanwei’s thoughts were muddled and singular in their purpose. For Talanwei, the only thing that mattered was Keaira’s touch, her lips, her skin...it seemed there would never be anything more important. So when parts of the building started to disappear, Talanwei did not even notice. The shirtless Achadhiel meant to put her gently against the wall so he could ravish her effectively. Yet where there would have been a wall, there was nothing. Talanwei felt the sensation of falling but it was very vague because Keaira had such a giant share of his attention. Into the dark they fell and it wrapped them with silken arms. When they fell, it was out of the dream and into another.
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