Iris lay naked on her white satin sheets. Her long ebony hair spralled about her like serpents, as she breathed heavily; chest heaving.
Japanese music floated around the small room with it’s snowy white walls painted with murals of ancient eastern culture.
“Life is so fucked!” She screamed. “I’m gonna slit her fucking throat. Bitch!” Her voice cracked and she faltered. “I-I-I don’t care!” But the water had already puddled on the tips of her long lashes like dew drops.
Slender fingertips brushed the sparkling drops away. A soft voiced cooed in Iris’ ear. Warm flesh lay next to her’s and Iris curled up against it. Her cool Asian skin glowling with it’s remburcing heat.
“I can’t…” Iris choked on her words.
“Shhh- don’t worry delicate flower. I am here.”
The sweet voice purred and Iris stopped her bitter tears for a moment to look at velvet brown eyes, long mascara dipped lashes and pale skin.
“Never again, remeber Molly.” Molly flashed her childish grin at Iris and blushed a little. Iris reached out and twirled one of Molly’s brunett locks.
“Iris, again and again I would. Really I would.”
Then Iris with graceful fingers turned Molly’s chin. She drew her face close to hers. Their lips brushed, rose petals on beautiful cool lilys.
“Really sweet child.” Iris murmured. Molly smiled again.
“Really.”
Molly smiled even more as Iris flipped her onto her back. Iris grabbed a handfull of Molly’s golden brown hair, and using it she pushed Molly’s head back. Molly’s snow white neck was exposed and Iris ran a stream of icy kisses down it. They were wet and cool with her cat-like tongue and as she kissed Molly’s breathing went shallow and goosebumps rose on her skin. Iris continued her kisses down to a breast where she nudged a nipple lightly with her tongue.
Molly’s back arched to meet Iris’ lips, but Iris pulled back, teasing Molly with something she couldn’t have. Molly moaned in pure torture, but to keep the passion flowing through her blood, Iris spread Molly’s legs and smiled wickedly as she kissed her inner thy and then her clit.
Iris’ tongue flicked in and out of Molly as she drew lines on Molly’s ribs. Molly’s hands wrapped into Iris’ hair, the long black strands twinning themselves inbetween Molly’s fingers and around her wrists. She bit her lip as she started to reach her climax, but Iris only pulled out from between her thy’s and smiled a sweet and innocent smile.
Molly’s body was still tense as she let it fall; her muscles ached. She could feel the dull pain in them from the refusal of pleasure. She could feel the last wave of it ride through her body, and it made her rip her hands from Iris’ hair and throw them to the sheets, clenching them hard enough to see her knuckles go even whiter. The wetness inbetween her legs slipped and it’s warmth melted onto her thys, but her fingers still dug into the bed enough to make a tear slide down Molly’s cheek in pain.
Iris smiled as Molly’s once glassy eyes now seemed slightly cracked. In her pain, Molly reached over to the bedside table and grabbed the ritual dagger. Iris practiced sword and dagger fighting, so she kept these sharp blades all over her room. This one was small with a jade handle, carved into a dragons tail. Molly handed the blade to Iris who took it.
“J-ust not too deep.” She pleaded with Iris. Iris shrugged and yanked two silvery see through clothes from the canopy of her bed. They looked like long scarves from Saudi Arabia.
“Come here.” Molly curled over herself and inched her way towards Iris. Iris pulled Molly’s feet hard from beneith her and wound the cloth around her ankles. Molly’s head was resting on the pillows when Iris took her by the shoulders and tied the other cloth around her head to fit snuggly in her mouth. “No screaming this time.” Molly nodded a weakly.
Iris pushed Molly back hard and strattled her, dagger in hand, she pressed her lips fiercly to Molly’s breast and bit her. Small drops of blood formed on the top of her breast, one sliding down the incline and through the crevice. Iris licked it and watched as Molly’s shoulders shook. She cut three small abrasions into Molly’s shoulder and licked the wounds clean still watching tears pool in Molly’s eyes. While Iris’ lips scorched Molly’s skin she let her fingers play inside of Molly’s core, causing Molly to stiffle her crys. Iris looked at her and raised an eyebrow as she removed her drenched fingers.
Pleading with her eyes, Molly looked at Iris. Her free hands took Iris’ hand, the one with the dagger, and drew it towards Iris’ own wrist. Iris understood. She knew Molly hated pain, blood, and infliction on herself, and others, but it turned Iris on so much that Molly did it.
“Thank you.” She kissed Molly’s cheek lightly and then dug a dark perfectly straight line into her wrist. Blood seemed to pour like champane from her wrist and she slowly undid the tie around Molly’s mouth. Molly raised her head heavily and took the crimson liquid onto her lips. Iris dropped the dagger and cried small cries. Molly threw Iris off of her and with her other hand she undid the tie around her feet.
Then Molly threw the wrist away from her and plunged her fingers roughly into Iris. Iris’ body shook and flung itself under Molly’s hands and she cried out as Molly’s deepened the thrusts of her fingers, and then Molly took the dagger just
as Iris was reaching her climax and cut deep into Iris’ hip. Iris screamed the toture of it all consuming her as she felt the ripples of it’s hight score through her, but before the last reminence of what Molly had done to Iris left Iris pinned Molly on her back again.
Molly was still sore from have an orgasim stop half way through she didn’t know if she could take it. Iris brushed her cheek lightly with her damaged hand, and and kissed Molly’s lips lightly and then hard to thank her. Molly trembled like a scared bird but responded with fire. Iris pushed Molly’s clenched legs apart and ate her out. She twirled her tongue around and used her teeth to bring Molly’s body into pure ecstasy. Molly sighed sweetly during every moment of pleasure and then with her nails dug ten claw marks into Iris’ shoulder blades.
Iris smiled with mist in her eyes as she came up from Molly. Molly’s body had released the tension.
“I have to go now Iris.” Iris touched Molly’s hand and knew it too.
“You can only live my life once a month Molly…I know that…for fear you will change forever.” Molly nodded, threw on her white dress and slipped into her sandle, and then climbed out into the pouring rain through Iris’ window.