Lost Ones
#43 of Tik Tik in the Big City
Kera wants to spend some time relaxing while on her journey, and finds someone she believes to be a kindred spirit.
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The door slams open, and the two bodies fumble around, unable to contain themselves. Hands and paws claw at each other, tearing off what clothing remained. Kera falls down onto the bed, her tail swishing over the edge before her new companion climbed atop of her.
The feline's paws found their way to the scarred back of the ashy woman, tracing claws over the scars all over tonight's lover, a gray-fleshed fiend-blooded.
They had met at the dive in Anteronia. There, the Fiend-blooded, named Scorned, earned a living and reputation as a fighter, winning prizes and a living. Kera wanted to ask her something about that life, but as sharp teeth dig into her neck, the feline forgets all about that.
Her tail wraps around the fiend's leg, and the fiend's own spade-tipped tail weaves around her own. Scorned pulls herself free from the initial stupor to stare crimson eyes into Kera's, a slight smile over her thin lips. "Gonna get me some pussy."
Kera groans, reaching up and grabbing the pillow above her. She tosses it at the Fiend-Blooded.
Scorned yelps in surprise, tearing the pillow from her face, Kera wraps her legs around the woman and rolls her onto her back. The cat pins Scorned down, her eyes bright in the moonlight. "For that joke, I think I'll take the lead."
The two had a few drinks... how many? Not enough, obviously. How did they start talking? What got them here together?
Kera doesn't think about it. She just presses her tongue against the Chaos-born's nether lips. Scorned rubs her hands over her short horns, pushing herself up to get closer to Kera's rough feline tongue.
Kera purrs, letting that vibration run up into the other woman's body. Scorned's groans fill the feline with determination to keep going at it, eating her out with slow, deliberate licks.
The ice clinked in the glass. Scorned stares down at it a moment. "Yeah, well... I guess the two of us are in the same boat."
"How do you figure?" Kera asks, leaning into the bar, her tail swishing back and forth.
"Both of us lost to our causes, except you chose your life..."
Kera presses her finger up against Scorned's lips. "Let's not think about that. Let's just be sinners together."
Scorned's hands take hold of Kera's ears, directing her deeper against her. Kera grumbles but keeps it up. She's not going to let a little pain get in the way, not after what she saw Scorned do in the ring earlier. The woman was a beast, tearing through monsters with a mighty sword and in hand-to-hand combat. While the feline had been seeking a tip for her next adventure, she watched, transfixed on her performance.
And boy, can Scorned grapple. One moment, the Chaos-Born was writhing and moaning in ecstasy. The next moment, she's pulled up from the edge of the bed and in a grapple hold, pinning her face-down on the bed. "T... the hell!?"
"Sorry, love. Gotta say, I love what you do with your tongue, but that doesn't pay the bills, and you have people looking to pay for a piece of you."
Kera snarls, throwing her head back and striking the Fiend-Blooded right on the nose. Blood rolls freely down the woman's face and onto Kera's white fur. Now freed, the feline spins around, extending her claws, and slashing the woman on the cheek.
Scorned roars herself, sharpened teeth on full display before she lunges in to bite at the cat's shoulder. There's a wild rage in her eyes, different than what Kera had seen before in the woman.
"You were kicked out?"
Scorned takes a sip of her drink. "They didn't care about me... they just saw me as a weapon, and I was glad to be it."
"I was betrothed to my god," Kera admits, "But I didn't love him, not like that. I could never... My tastes, I've learned, are in the fairer sex."
Scorned chuckles, yet there is an emptiness in her eyes, "and you think I'm fair?"
Kera throws the Fiend-Blooded against the wall, her paws wrapping around the woman's throat. Blood leaks down from her cut forehead and into one of her eyes, her own filled with a wild fury now. "I just wanted someone, so I wouldn't be alone, and you betrayed me, you bitch! Who's after me?
Scorned tries to pry the claws off of her, but they dig into her flesh, letting the warm blood roll out. "F... fuck you..."
Kera hisses, her tail puffing out. She brings her knee up between the woman's legs, making her double over. The cat releases her, letting her fall to the ground.
Scorned holds her hands between her legs, grunting and rolling over, staring up with a smile over her face. "Now this... this is blowing off some steam, don't you think?"
Kera gives her a kick to the side. "You sick fuck. I'm not like you at all. You don't give a shit about what you've become. You don't care that you've thrown away everything you once were."
"I didn't throw it away... I embraced who I really am. You should, too. Don't tell me you don't like bruising and beating me and-"
Kera presses her foot against the woman's cheek and grabs her by the tail. She pulls at it, hard, making Scorned cry out in that pleasured pain.
"Enough of this. Tell me who's after me!"
Scorned bites her lip, blood trickling from it. She glances up with a bright deviousness in her eye as she answers. "They call themselves Estrasa's Children, and they're not just after you."