"But the dream, the echo, slips from him as quickly as he had found it and as consciousness comes to him (a slap and not the gentle waves of oceanic tides), it dissolves entirely. His muscles relax as the cold claims him again, as the numbness sets in, and when his grey eyes open, there’s nothing but the faint after burn of a dream often trod and never remembered." --Brigade, written by Laura
12-18-2017, 01:13 AM (This post was last modified: 12-21-2017, 07:54 PM by Deathwish.)
Deathwish
im a DIY pioneer, they tryna get involved
She had stayed.
Why on earth had she stayed? She'd been kicked off this hell hole years ago for trying to do the very thing that she was doing now - simply standing there. And yet, she had not only come seeking someone who apparently no longer lived here anymore, but she'd been invited to stay. And yet she was not entirely sure as to why. Did Krone not know of her part in the overthrow that Kirin had done all those years ago?
A cold look raises a quizzical brow as DW stands by a rather silent pool - the surface of which was like glass. It seemed that no one came to this part of the world. She has been here a few times... and yet nary a movement beneath the water, no hair of a resident. Strange thing, that.
And so, she lays down - a rare moment in relaxation. Hardly ever does she let her guard down. But as she lays there, her black hoof lazily dipped in the water, she smiles and blinks. a single silvery fish comes floating to the top, his belly busted and his guts falling out. And then watches as she reverses the process. Sending him on his way, swimming, and then rising to the top again. Toying with life at a whim.
Krone knows much of the things her father has done, but she would be naïve to think she knows everything. She knows of his "conquer all, let nothing get in your way" attitude, and his insistence on keeping his bloodline "pure."
The same thing goes for the rest of her family, although she does not know all of them, she knows that a lot (if not all) of them have done horrible, cruel things to those around them, not really caring about who may be affected in the process (herself included), But she had changed for the better, and a part of her hopes that maybe the others could too.
So she lets them stay, the lot of family members who decided to show up to Ischia again, on the off chance they might have a change of heart. She wouldn't shun the from her island until she was given a reason to (or until Ischia Herself decided).
She knows her home well now, each chain of islands had been explored, all the odds and ends examined (some more than others). So as she walks on the opposite side of the pool and spots the black and lavender coat of her cousin, she doesn't bat an eye. Krone observes the way she kills the fish and brings it back to life, as if it was a game...as if playing god was like a game of hide and seek. What was it like, to hold that kind of power in her hands?
"Deathwish," She murmurs, just loud enough for her to hear across the pond. "I see where you get the name."
This was indeed what she lives for. Playing God, toying with life like it was a puppet on a string. Hell, all the residents of this island would look so much better from her rather special ministrations. The idea of her cousin Klaudius sporting one less testicle (not that he was all that manly to begin with), or his eyeball sliding down his face like jelly made her happy. Her skin tingled with the thought of it, and she found that she was rather turned on by the thought of maiming her family members. The Cove was long dissipated, and yet it seemed that the descendants of Kirin - including some of his own children - were inevitably drawn together like magnets.
It would explain the way Deathwish has been coupling with Maugrim like a rabbit before the Apocalypse.
She sneered. The rest of them were beneath her - they didn't have the same penchant for death, they didn't smell right. They didn't look right. Their blood was tainted, and they were simple lower class troglodites who weren't the least bit selective in their choice of bedfellow. At least her Grandmere couldn't say she was afraid to 'Keep it in the Family.'
And so, when DW sees Krone, she speaks with a sense of serenity that only a Coveling could bring - DW finds that she is listening. She gets up, and releases the fish from her little game - by blasting his belly once more and watching him float to the top. His decay would be much faster than his brothers, and they would eat his remains. As she walks toward Krone's side of the pond, she sets her gaze on her green tipped cousin. "My father was the one who named me, not my mother. And my father was no Coveling." She snorts derisively, as they are all wont to do. But at the heart of it all, the message was clear.
I hate you, but you're family. So I hate you less than everyone else. Also, I'm probably slightly attracted to you.
So is the case here.
Krone is oozing power, and she's green. Green like rotting death and mould. Green like Maugrim. Her voice is silky smooth, exotic in flavor. "You're bathing in Klaudius scent, dearest cousin. I see I'm not the only one who subscribes to family thought. Maybe next time you'll choose someone with better taste?" The intent is clear, the emotion is there. The eroticism---the
Her run-in with Klaudius had been eventful, but not in a good way. He had taken her virginity, had violated her. He had tasted her skin, touched her in ways she didn't want to be touched (at least by him). So when Deathwish replies to her with the assumption that Krone had somehow consented to that prick assaulting her, she could say she was less than amused.
"Family thought is only acceptable when both are consenting, cousin," She snorts. Anger pulses through her veins, floods her thoughts. The image of Klaudius mounting her, taking what wasn't his to be had, filling her with his repulsive seed was enough to make her blood boil. What angered her more is that she hadn't had the ability to stop it. She had froze, almost like she was letting it happen.
She hadn't much interest in keeping the incest thing going to begin with. She didn't think of her family in that way. But if she had really hated it, wouldn't she have stopped it? Nothing about him peaked her interest, everything about him disgusted her, but she didn't fight it.
No. No this wasn't her fault. It was his, and he deserved to pay for it. She wanted revenge for what he took. She wanted to take something from him, too.
Oh god, was she really like the rest of her family?
She looks over Deathwish's shoulder to the pool of water. She is staring at the fish, whose body floated on the top of the water, eyes vacant of life. The other fish in the pond swam up to bite at him, pulling at the bits of guts that burst out of it. The fish's family, eating it like it meant nothing to them.
Klaudius meant nothing to her.
So she glances back to DW, eyes softening. She acknowledges the hint of emotion in her voice, the clear want for Krone. A need to touch her. Deathwish had something she wanted, and Krone had something DW wanted. What a team they could make.
And well, Krone had always had eyes for girls more anyways.
. And at the view of Krone softening, Deathwish immediately sidles to her, rotating her body so they can both look at the fish. Bobbing there, being consumed. "Even in death, his family needs him. It's a glorious thing, don't you think? And if you can play God at your whim, why wouldn't you? Because then you always know, that you're needed. If they know that you could kill them on sight - It makes you indispensable to them" She speaks of Kirin and his threat to kill her, but instead the view that her penchant for death was better used on others than it was used on him... and her Grandmere's love of family duty.
It was sickening, and yet, here she was.
"I won't let him touch you again." She presses deep into Krone's side, placing kisses to the base of her jaw, warm and moist - like rotting flesh, but a lot less smelly. "Least wise, not without your permission." She kisses her again., hooking her head around the Queen's neck. Those green wings, and the way those feathers tickle her insides...
It stirs her belly in unfamiliar ways - and while she has quieted her voice, her mind is brooding on Maugrim. And his seed... And all the things there that could mean. "Death is such a beautiful thing," she says, mostly to herself, thinking of the spawn that could be growing in her belly. What she could do to them. "You just have to embrace it."
Her stomach flips at the touch of another woman, more than she had expected, and for that moment she forgets Deathwish is her cousin. It doesn't matter now, does it? Now that Krone knows what she is capable of?
She allows her to place the soft kisses upon her jawline, and finds herself leaning into them. Her heart is jumping, nearly ready to burst from her chest. Deathwish feels warm and inviting as she presses her barrel against Krone's, and she is intrigued by her cousin's penchant for the dead, the beautiful words she speaks of it.
DW's head along the base of her withers sends a tingle along her spine. Would a man ever be able to do the same? The Keeper outstretched her wing to tickle at Deathwish's shoulder towards the tender part of her belly.
This was fucked up, wasn't it?
No matter now, she is too far gone, and she reaches around to look into DW's hazel eyes. She traces her lips along the delicate vein of her neck, towards her ear.
"Show me the beauty in death," She purrs. Krone not only wants to see her power, she wants to feel for herself what it was like to hold the power of god in her hands. "Bring me to the brink...and I will satisfy your needs like no one could before."
Show me the beauty in death. Bring me to the brink...And I will satisfy your needs like nobody else has before.
Deathwish purred. Audibly. She stood at full conformation and allowed Krone to grope her sensitive parts with the tips of her wings, and her eyes rolled in her head. This was so different from Maugrim. So - tender. So full of a different kind of power. A power where she was in charge. Absolutely in power of all that would happen. And she reveled in this. That in this moment, she was Maugrim. And that Krone was her.
And that they were two women who could touch and explore - feel and simply be. Kisses and bites are placed hungrily all over Krone as she bites and sucks in that way that will leave a mark. Spotted, puckered places would fade with time. Her languid, sleepy movements are perfectly timed, like a woman who has had too much whiskey. Deathwish runs her velvet nose all along the Keeper - her Keeper - and then, a perfect tongue in placed in all the right places. Moist, warm, slow strokes, pulled and tugged and sucked and played with - no part is left untouched. When Krone leaves this place, she will no longer smell like Klaudius.
DW comes back up, curving a thick bay and green wing over her back and revels in the touch that comes with a woman. Soft and pliable in all the ways that Maugrim is hard and angled. Krone does not fill her in the way that Maugie does - for there will never be another Maugie. He has pricked her heart in places she didn't even know existed.
But his absesnce has made her hungry, and Krone is just so beautiful.
Pressed deep into her barrel once more, Deathwish chooses the sensitive place just below the crook of Krone's cheek, and bites her there, drawing blood. Using her body, she pushes her back against a tree - a soft barked tree, and rubs her against the trunk. Over. and over. Rythmically. Groaning, Deathwish smiles darkly, and she lets go of Krone's cheek, satisfied with the lovers bite that would surely scar with the right amount of time. And she whispers hot and heavy into Krone's ears, whisking away all the memory of Klaudius.
That family thought really is something to behold, after all.
And as she speaks, she works her power on Krone, pushing her rotting abilities on the queen, grabbing her by the body, making her feel each exruciating rythmic push against that tree, the rubbing of her nethers - wet, and warm, the smell of sex staining her thighs. Her body begins the painful, beautiful rotting process, draining of life - the heady sensation and rush of adrenaline, pounding in her heart. The lack of oxygen rushing to her head - "Feel that? The need to survive. The need to continue. The urgency, passion. The pure sense of feeling that you can get no where else. And knowing that you can control it - at whim. It's intoxicating. As you are." And she rocks Krone's hips into the tree, one last push, and reverses the process all at once, releasing her grip on her, and letting her go as she sees fit.
"How was that, your magesty? Do you see how death can be... such a beautiful? That dancing the line of death is almost more feeling than simply being alive?"
The touch of a woman is different from that of a man's. Klaudius' body was hard and rough, nothing like the soft, tender touches of Deathwish. Krone longed for it, she craved it, that delicate touch, something only another female could give her.
Deathwish bites and sucks in all the places she knows will turn Krone on. A pleasured moan escapes her at the strategically placed kisses along her chin, and she can barely contain the excited squeal when she begins licking, her tongue slithering its way into places the Keeper had only dreamed of being touched.
Her face grows hot and her head tilts back. This was heaven, wasn't it? But she was going to hell, wasn't she? Fuck it, she didn't care. Her thighs grow warm and wet as Deathwish continues, until her back legs being to quiver and buckle, and she feels a shock of electricity sweep through her body. She can't hold back any longer.
"Deathwishhh!" A high-pitched cry of satisfaction pierces the otherwise quiet air (and she doesn't care). DW doesn't stop, pushing her against the tree (rubbing her against the tree), and with each rhythmic thrust Krone moans. Over and over she groans, relishing in the heat between their bodies, inhaling the smell of sweat and sex and blood and her, resisting the urge to cum again, wanting to make her feel that sensation.
And finally she begins working her own brand of magic on Ischia's Keeper. Her body grows cold and her stomach begins to bloat. Her body opens, exposing the beautiful bones and organs inside. The lack of oxygen to her brain causes her vision to spot and blur, and her throat grows dry as she gasps for air. It hurts, but Deathwish was right.
It was beautiful.
Too beautiful for Klaudius. Too beautiful for that scum to feel how his body fights to keep him alive, too beautiful for that scum to see was the inside of himself looks like. No...he deserves more pain than this.
And as suddenly as it began it stops, and Deathwish brings her back to where she had began. Sewing up her displayed insides with the nod of her head, giving her the ability to breathe again. Krone looks up to her as she releases her, listening to her intently.
"It was amazing," She murmurs, standing to face her, letting herself place delicate kisses along her jawline. "Death brings with it so much beauty...you've shown me that..." She allows herself to nuzzle up and down her neck. She stops when she reaches a puckered vein, and bites down, tasting the sweetness of her skin. "Let me show you something beautiful too?" The question comes as she pulls away from her and begins to trace along her neck, her shoulder, the curve of her hip...ready to feel Deathwish quiver beneath her tender embrace.
She moves then, a hint of the devil in her eyes as she smiles. Maugrim would be so proud of her. She had taken a queen, and rend her in twain. She was undone, her crown tilted off that pretty head of hers, her hair a mess. At the heart of all things, Krone was just like them, and Deathwish smiles with knowing. She had Krone by the heart, and Krone knew it. The bay and emerald Queen would take other lovers, bear other children - but it was the daughter of Ecco who would make her scream like no other lover ever would.
She had ruined her for other men, splashed green lipstick on that pretty mouth of hers, and made her kiss her nether regions with a kiss that only Deathwish could bestow.
Death was gorgeous, and a sex-crazed Krone was as well, and together, they turned DW inside out. She wanted to be touched, and now that she has worked out in her head that Maugrim has officially changed her in ways that she was going to learn to have to bear, she could at least roll with the hormones in ways she has not - scratch an itch she was looking to scratch.
A soft lover was so different to her opalescent stallion. And she had tasted of her. Drank from her, wet little thing she was; she had dripped like a fountain, squirting as she screamed Deathwish's name. And now apparently it was her turn, and DW could not be more excited.
The green tips of Krone's wings waves over her lavender grey back as her ears go back, into her mane. Krone places feverish, hungry kisses to DW's hip as she moves along her body, wantonly. Deathwish wants so desperately to tell her no - to keep her hungry. To disappear and leave her wanting. But she finds that she herself is too far gone for it. She wants to be loved. Maugrim has left her again, and she wants -
- She wants it all.
She says nothing, just lets the feeling washing over her as Krone speaks, dropping her guard - something very rarely done - and lets her queen have her way with her.
She is nothing if not an attentive subject, after all.
DW had given her the kiss of death; the steaming kiss of passion that melted Krone from the inside out, that had her begging for more. She wanted to give the poison girl so much more than she may have previously been given, make her feel the heat in her stomach that would eventually cause the body to quiver with pleasure.
Krone's movements are slow and deliberate - she lays gentle pecks down Deathwish's stomach, delicate nibbles upon her inner thighs. DW does not make sound, but the way her body wriggles and twitches is enough to let the bay and emerald mare know she is doing something right.
"Cum for me." Krone murmurs. Who could pleasure a female like another woman? Who could make her feel the way she deserved to, other than someone of the same anatomy?
Green mouth traces the length of her until she reaches the more sensitive parts of the lavender tinted mare. She licks and sucks (steady at first, with growing momentum), enjoying the way her companion's eyes close in obvious euphoria.
Warm, sweet wetness drips from Deathwish's nether regions and onto the Keeper's tongue. She kisses up the length of her body, along the curve of her neck, until she places a long, hard kiss onto her mouth. They are both far gone, their tangled tresses of hair and sweat-covered bodies still pressed closely together. "You're beautiful." She whispers into her poison girl's ear. "My living dead girl..."
Krone
you could be the King (but watch the Queen conquer)
