Welcome to Hell.

Her eyes turned back to the tall male, tilting her chin up to see him better.

I considered it free when I originally put it on the list so your addition is not as expansive as you have want of it being.

As for your expectations... They would be met when warranted, when earned and when I simply feel llike it. Otherwise I do whatever I like, whenever I like.

-Her cup refilled of it's own accord and she smirked over the curls of steam-

Any other expectations you'd like to lay out this early?

A flicker of expression crossed shadowed features, hidden behind a deep drink of coffee. When he lowered the cup there was no hint of whatever might have been so briefly revealed.

Other expectations to lay out? If I must. The most immediate two involve chocolate and the other Shibari. And neither is mutually exclusive, of course.
 
The tap of booted feet, coming closer.

Entrance into main level.

Brown skinned girl, short curls in disarray.

Covered head to toe in black...a way of saying fuck you to the flames, the heat.

Scent of coffee but she ignores it. Not her drink of choice.

The bar.

Red headed, nude, succu-bitch already waiting with the shot glass, the bowl of lemons, the Stoli.

Finally, she turns, trains honey brown eyes upon the tall man and her twin.


Ah, hello.
 

Finally, she turns, trains honey brown eyes upon the tall man and her twin.


Ah, hello.

Wisp of echoed heat, an ephemeral fire that flickers within the broadly powerful chest of the man. A mirrored promise to the sweltering ambiance. He turns a gaze of tiger's eyes in the direction of the newcomer, allowing a slight cant of his head to reveal a vague curiosity.

Indeed. Merry meet this morning to you.
 
A flicker of expression crossed shadowed features, hidden behind a deep drink of coffee. When he lowered the cup there was no hint of whatever might have been so briefly revealed.

Other expectations to lay out? If I must. The most immediate two involve chocolate and the other Shibari. And neither is mutually exclusive, of course.
-She watched the phantoms play with his features and her smile genuinly grew. He would be fun and quite possibly impressive, possibly. A small tilt of her head. An acknowledgment that the male was heard but hardly an agreement.

This is Hell, it scares most, draws curiosity from some and caters to those to call it home.

-Her emerald tipped fingers caressed the liquid shine of the bars smooth top and every tables surface in Hell's entirety sprouted every type of rope ever imagined and select chocolate varieties from round the globe-

-The smell of chocolate and natural fibers mixed with Hells natural scents and drew the smallest purring breath of contentment along her features-
The tap of booted feet, coming closer.

Entrance into main level.

Brown skinned girl, short curls in disarray.

Covered head to toe in black...a way of saying fuck you to the flames, the heat.

Scent of coffee but she ignores it. Not her drink of choice.

The bar.

Red headed, nude, succu-bitch already waiting with the shot glass, the bowl of lemons, the Stoli.

Finally, she turns, trains honey brown eyes upon the tall man and her twin.


Ah, hello.
Her sent added to the contentment... Freshly showered and worn leather, body oil and heat. Distance closed and lips brushed a kiss to Twins temple and for a moment he wasnt there. Her head brushed that of her twin just to feel her before turning her attention back to him.

Though there they stood, both females, one dark, one light, one wolf, one cat. Same height. Both wearing natural black coverings... The differences wholly in contrast to the term Twin.


Morining... You seem to have accomplished much already, twin.
 
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If the fact that the two embracing so stirred the man's fantasies, it did not show on his otherwise immaculately implacable features. With long, confident strides that emphasized both grace and the raw power of his impressive physique, he made his way to a comfortable looking couch and took a seat, clearly content to simply be present.
 
Wisp of echoed heat, an ephemeral fire that flickers within the broadly powerful chest of the man. A mirrored promise to the sweltering ambiance. He turns a gaze of tiger's eyes in the direction of the newcomer, allowing a slight cant of his head to reveal a vague curiosity.

Indeed. Merry meet this morning to you.

A smile, bright white in the flare of the flames that beckoned and grew.

And to you, good Sir.

A small bow.

Her sent added to the contentment... Freshly showered and worn leather, body oil and heat. Distance closed and lips brushed a kiss to Twins temple and for a moment he wasnt there. Her head brushed that of her twin just to feel her before turning her attention back to him.

Though there they stood, both females, one dark, one light, one wolf, one cat. Same height. Both wearing natural black coverings... The differences wholly in contrast to the term Twin.


Morining... You seem to have accomplished much already, twin.

Arms snake around Kitty's waist, pug nose finds the pulse at her throat and inhales her scent.

Twin...fire and ice and smoke and coffee and every yummy thing.


Ahh exercise. I want o get back into shape. Tex extra pounds on a five foot tall frame is not a happy thing.

Teeth find earlobe, taste flesh there.

A low growl.

Releasing the Kitty with a sigh. Slender fingers pick up her shot glass, take the shot, place it neatly upon the gleaming surface of the bar top.

Head turns, finds succu-bitch.


Hit me.

If the fact that the two embracing so stirred the man's fantasies, it did not show on his otherwise immaculately implacable features. With long, confident strides that emphasized both grace and the raw power of his impressive physique, he made his way to a comfortable looking couch and took a seat, clearly content to simply be present.

Honey brown eyes flash golden in the flames, a smile, permanently etched upon girlish features.

He would be a new one, something to learn, someone to read.


I did not mean to interrupt. Let me get my daily shots in.

Full lips press soft kiss to Kitty's mouth.
 
-Filled... Wrapping, tugging, pulling twinkin in to quickly be tasted and taste back. Needed this morning-

-Mouth smirks and teeth find places while hands do too. Places of toned muscles to ungraciously grope and imprint with nail tips and teeth-


Back? Back! into shape? Excersice all you like but I like your fucking shape.

-She snorted or huffed and dismissed the rest of her argument as soon as lips claimed hers. She tasted of Stoli and lemon and twin. Only one of which blended with coffee and chocolate-


-Slowly words offered to the male filtered in... -

-a smirk-

-a cough-

-a hand covering the giggling that bubbled up-


A good wolf never forgets her shots... Heavens help us if you got distemper.

-Eyes widened in glee and she fled to a chair to only collapse in giggles-
 
Where Did My Fucking Post Go!


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Damned right lit put it back..
 
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Eyes watch as Twin scampers, her giddy, giggling voice bringing an immediate grin to full lips.

SMART ASS!

Another shot...the flash of heat as vodka, ice cold makes it's way to the belly like a freight train. Eyes notice that the tall man has disappeared.

Ah. I think I chased your new friend away.

I should probably stay outta hell when you are...entertaining.

Smiles.
 
For a moment it seemed the newcomer, so distant yet so intimately there, would continue his aloof demeanor. Then, one of those rare boyish grins lit his face.

If I didn't exercise fucking constantly, I'd be the Pills Berry Doughboy. As it is, I enjoy my chocolate and pizza a bit too much.

Absently glancing toward smells of chocolate and nature, the man huffs once, then turns his nose upward, properly disdaining such temptation as he had the sight of the two lovely women on display. We'll ignore the fact that he stole a few covert glances while neither was watching, won't we?
 
Husky giggle from the brown skinned woman by the bar.

I carry my weight in hips, tits, ass and belly. I don't mind three of the four.

So exercise is needed, usually four to five times a week.

Another shot, Cuervo.

Taken. Emptied.

Succu-bitch beckoned closer so that she can~

Grab red hair, twine fingers through it, slam pretty face against hard wood.

Once. Twice. Again.

Bitch released with a giggle.

Brown skinned girl picks up ice water and heads for the bed~left in the far corner.

Plexy's space.
 
Eyes watch as Twin scampers, her giddy, giggling voice bringing an immediate grin to full lips.

SMART ASS!

Another shot...the flash of heat as vodka, ice cold makes it's way to the belly like a freight train. Eyes notice that the tall man has disappeared.

Ah. I think I chased your new friend away.

I should probably stay outta hell when you are...entertaining.

Smiles.
Little feet dangle over the arm of the chair and she shrugs

I doubt he's gone and if he is... if you chased him away with only that then good riddince.

I think lit's just being a bitch today.
For a moment it seemed the newcomer, so distant yet so intimately there, would continue his aloof demeanor. Then, one of those rare boyish grins lit his face.

If I didn't exercise fucking constantly, I'd be the Pills Berry Doughboy. As it is, I enjoy my chocolate and pizza a bit too much.

Absently glancing toward smells of chocolate and nature, the man huffs once, then turns his nose upward, properly disdaining such temptation as he had the sight of the two lovely women on display. We'll ignore the fact that he stole a few covert glances while neither was watching, won't we?

-more laughter and she threw delicate dark chocolate bonbons into his lap and at Twin, though they dissolve into mist the instant they land-

Well, the two of you can exercise in your barbaric ways and I'll just keep all the sinfull delights to myself.
 
Husky giggle from the brown skinned woman by the bar.

I carry my weight in hips, tits, ass and belly. I don't mind three of the four.

So exercise is needed, usually four to five times a week.

Another shot, Cuervo.

Taken. Emptied.

Succu-bitch beckoned closer so that she can~

Grab red hair, twine fingers through it, slam pretty face against hard wood.

Once. Twice. Again.

Bitch released with a giggle.

Brown skinned girl picks up ice water and heads for the bed~left in the far corner.

Plexy's space.

-squeals of cackling laughter almost double her over-

Seeeeeeee BARBARIC!
 
Little feet dangle over the arm of the chair and she shrugs

I doubt he's gone and if he is... if you chased him away with only that then good riddince.

I think lit's just being a bitch today.


-more laughter and she threw delicate dark chocolate bonbons into his lap and at Twin, though they dissolve into mist the instant they land-

Well, the two of you can exercise in your barbaric ways and I'll just keep all the sinfull delights to myself.

*giggles*

Quit throwing your chocolate at me woman.

I want this extra weight GONE before I make it south to see you.

*nods and flops down onto feather bed*

-squeals of cackling laughter almost double her over-

Seeeeeeee BARBARIC!

I am NOT barbaric.

It's a succubus...

succu-bitch.

What else is she even here for???
 
*giggles*

Quit throwing your chocolate at me woman.

I want this extra weight GONE before I make it south to see you.

*nods and flops down onto feather bed*
Ppppbbbtttttt NO! and besides I want to blow rasberries in your tummy and that will work whether is flat or not! So there.
I am NOT barbaric.

It's a succubus...

succu-bitch.

What else is she even here for???
-thinks-

Pleasure... duh... I didnt say it was wrong, just barbaric.

Fuck... -shakes head-
 
Stretching on the cool sheets which cover the feather bed that has been here almost since Hell's inception.

Raspberries?

I got other places you can blow those. Trust me, Kitty I plan on blowing lots o' places on YOU.

Wicked laughter.

I love you...

Also it was pleasurable for me.

Sometimes you just gotta bang a bitch into the bar top to feel...fulfilled.
 
A hiss... that burning hiss of things that don't want to yield to flame, begins at the far corners and slowly moves in. The tables all aflame. All the rope, all the chocolate... slowly burning away in a pattern centered on him. Only the tables surrounding his perch are saved the fires consumption.

My appologies... You seemed bothered by so much temptation.
 
Stretching on the cool sheets which cover the feather bed that has been here almost since Hell's inception.

Raspberries?

I got other places you can blow those. Trust me, Kitty I plan on blowing lots o' places on YOU.

Wicked laughter.

I love you...

Also it was pleasurable for me.

Sometimes you just gotta bang a bitch into the bar top to feel...fulfilled.

-A brow lifted-

Oh... I know you have other places. I'd outline them with a marker but if i did that on my self it would look like someone played connect the dots with all my freckles and my cunt.

-smiles and kisses blown-
I adore you.


-eyes close and squirms... those... lovely telltale movements that come with the evocation of memories taken to life-

There's quite a lot of pleasure to be had by bangin' a bitch on a bar.
 
In time of sitting in that chair her coffee finished and she was completely uncomfortable. Rising she let her toes touch the ground first with each step. She made no sound as she let the music that still played in her mind add more swing to her hips.

Someday she would be bound to a rack and get this done right but for the moment the floor would do so she chose the fire place and the thinly padded rug before it. Unceremoniously she melted into a prone position, hands stretched high above her head and toes pointing the opposite. She stretched, pressing herself into the floor.

A deep breath drew her eyes lightly shut but caused her chest to rise far more than normal breathing. In she breathed, held and then exhaled letting her fingers and toes relax. In she breathed, held it and then exhaled letting her arms and calves relax. Over and over very slowly she repeated thusly until every part relaxed and she felt her spine align itself. Subtle little clicks that made the tips of her fingers twitch until that moment of complete relief from tensions settled over her.

Then her eyes reopened. The balance of jade and gold held within restored she surveyed Hell once more.
 
It came as a whisper, a sound so indistinct that it might have been mistaken for the air avoiding such amorous hellfire. To a keen-eyed observer, however, it was possible to see the shadows of a certain chair shift and swell with vitality. Sheathed in a ridiculously bright pink shirt that proclaimed, "I will save all the Ta-tas" and stretched taut around impressive biceps and even more eye-catching shoulders, and a pair of blue exercise pants, the man seemed well at ease. As though he'd just finished a great, satisfying labor.

Once solid, he inhaled the aroma of lost temptation, surveyed all that he had missed, and turned idle eyes back to the room. There might have been a hint of expectation on his face, of pleased amusement at the two he'd made acquaintance with.
 
Soft sighs brought her back from her meditative haze while her body rolled onto a side and curled slightly.

Taking in the room she had the pleasure of watching him return quite completly shattered in laughter, belly holding, body balled up, laughter. Tears welled and streamed as the contrast in his atire caught her unaware and not quite consious.


That... is.

Not what I expected.

Slowly she sat up raking disheveled hair from veiling her face.

Not what I expected at all...
 
Soft sighs brought her back from her meditative haze while her body rolled onto a side and curled slightly.

Taking in the room she had the pleasure of watching him return quite completly shattered in laughter, belly holding, body balled up, laughter. Tears welled and streamed as the contrast in his atire caught her unaware and not quite consious.


That... is.

Not what I expected.

Slowly she sat up raking disheveled hair from veiling her face.

Not what I expected at all...

Indeed. Most do not expect me to be a savior. It is in that, people's anticipation of wickedness, that I find my resolute grasp reaffirmed. I shall, indeed, save all the Ta-tas. Plus, I rock the pink.

He nodded sagely, asserting his words with some force. This was a truly selfless man indeed, or so his mien did proclaim.
 
Indeed. Most do not expect me to be a savior. It is in that, people's anticipation of wickedness, that I find my resolute grasp reaffirmed. I shall, indeed, save all the Ta-tas. Plus, I rock the pink.

He nodded sagely, asserting his words with some force. This was a truly selfless man indeed, or so his mien did proclaim.

Her giggles continued through his speech. I'm sure that is ever so useful with whatever it is you do, even the pink. I'm just glad your still sitting down and not striking a pose at the same time. I might fear for my bladders safety.
 
Her giggles continued through his speech. I'm sure that is ever so useful with whatever it is you do, even the pink. I'm just glad your still sitting down and not striking a pose at the same time. I might fear for my bladders safety.

The Captain Morgan pose doth call, my lady. Be careful what you wish for.

He grinned playfully over at her, eyes dancing with barely withheld chuckles.
 
The Captain Morgan pose doth call, my lady. Be careful what you wish for.

He grinned playfully over at her, eyes dancing with barely withheld chuckles.

Even more color rose to pale cheeks at the thought of him just so... More so as stuttered giggles poured forth more poses to her minds eye .

Mr Clean?

Captain Jack Sparrow?







Oh... boy... Eventually I'd like to get off this floor.
 
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