A Dangerous Affair

Roxanna · Shapeshifting Deviant

A Dangerous Affair

Harley Jones · Venomous Arsenal

" Bravo, that was simply scrumptiously delicious to watch "

Damn would you look at that?. It wasn't every day that Harley got to see something else besides herself causing chaos by splattering the empty alley ways with blood. But sweet damn!, there it was and what a beautiful sight indeed. Though what surprised her the most was that it had been a woman moments earlier and now it was a snake which was a pretty big thing it's self since most could not do the instant transformation. She would definitely have to let Shane in on this one cause it seemed she may have encountered one of Rome's snakes. And boy did she love what she saw, the woman had a pretty nice rack on her as well as a pretty tight ass. The blood that now stained the front of the woman's dress was rather inviting and since Harley was never the type to simply sit back and watch she moved forward heading toward the woman now that she was back in her human guise instead of her snake..

Another plus for the boa was that the woman was wearing one of Harley all time favorite colors "Red" the dress fit her nicely offering up a tantalizing few of full hips.

One could always appreciate a woman with a little meat on her bones, tonight the town bicycle was dressed in a pair of hip hugging leather pants that clung to her body like that of a second skin. The red shirt if it could even be classified as such a thing rose up high above her belly button giving off a nice view of the newly acquired serpent tattoo that wrapped it's self along her middle and then dipped down both the front of her stomach into her pants as well as the back into the crack of her ass. The front was a nicely cut view that showed the tops of tiny breasts, hair of scarlet red was pulled back into matching pig tails. Dark coal eyes held to their target as the red head gained ground on it's subject for the evenings play.

Feet were bare and hanging from her lower lip was a unlit cigar, she didn't attempt to sneak up on the woman. No instead she slowly circled around her allowing that steamy gaze of hers to look her up and down starting from the head down to the feet and then back up.

A few times she did this before then moving to the dead body just as the woman bent over to retrieve the money the man clearly owned her. A hand moved up to snake the cigar from her mouth and with a flick of her wrist she traced it over the rear end of the woman, a slow glide up and then down where the crack of her rear would be. Then brought it back up to retake it's place in her mouth..

" Nice accessories you got there ...Miss..?.."

Stepping over she closed the inch between them flooding the hell out of the woman's personal space. Eyes moved to the drip of blood that was leaking down from the woman's chin. Her hands stayed to her side but the boa bent to catch the drip with her tongue and then with in a blink of a eye she rounded and now stood behind the woman waiting to catch her name before she continued on with this rather enticing game that was about to unfold.

-- Edited by Harley Jones at 14:41, 2009-01-15

TimBradford · Picture This

Any gym in the city, thats what he had been told. The company that hired him for his body, that rugged work worn look didn't expect him to act as if he had just been sent to the ancient city on a five star vacation. Part of the contract was for him to pick a gym and give them the bill, along with a log that showed what he was doing while he was there. Glaidator's Forum, now that name sounded familar, had it been the very same one that the small woman had instructed him on that night in Papparazzi? It must have been. From the moment he stepped in the building he knew it was different, sure they had the track, and the rows and rows of weightlifting machines. It wasn't those things that kept his attention for long as he walked towards the desk that was a circular model with many computer screens that he could only guess had quite the bit of useful information within them. The tall model had just left a shoot, and walking into a gym with a desginer outfit was more then enough to catch the attention of the man behind the desk. It was clear that this was not Tim's first time in a gym the six four male seemed to have achieved the balance between height and weight that kept him from being too muscle bound to move but keep strength enough to do what he did in the bathroom of the vampire night club.

The 100 grand a year smile slipped over his lips as he looked down at the young Italian who couldn't have been older then 18 years old. " I want to be a part of the gym" Tim said oozing with confidance, but it was hard not to be confidant in designer clothing that fit him so well. Today he had left work in a soft yellow fitted sweater that was over a deep blue collared shirt. The sleeves pulled up on his forearms to give flesh some air. He was more aware of the eyes on him now more then ever before. Pants were simple, a pair of well made kaki's that fell to the perfect length over brown italian leather shoes that matched his belt to perfection. Paperwork was slid over the counter as he slid his credit card back to the clerck. The bag that he had brought along filled with workout clothes were dropped to the floor near his feet as he went quickly through the paperwork. Not looking for anything in the relam of the normal personal trainer he quickly moved to a different set of options. From what he could see they worked quite extensivly in training with blades. Now that could be useful and fun. Checking off a couple classes that he was sure he would find time to be a part of, Claymore's which was said to build strength, Katana's which was said to build intelligence, and daggers which was said to build speed. He smiled, fucking smiled! at the thought of the dagger.

Everything seemed to check out and he was allowed in and pointed to the direction of the Men's Locker room his membership card would be avaliable for him when he was done with his workout. A quick change in the locker room into a pair of black sweat pants and a white tank top that remained snug against the thick upper body. When he was done with the quick change he returned to the main work out floor. Sitting on the ground he went through a couple of streches, his head leaning foreward to reachout for his foot when there was a sound of talking, a hand pointing at him behind the desk he had just checked in at. The sudden attention was not something the model wanted, but instead it was something good. Apparently it was a reschedualtion that had opened up a spot in the Claymore trainers night. After a bit of translation between the trainer and himself Tim agreed to the class.

A heavy workout that left the human muscles tired and sore, followed by a long shower he was back out on the street in his clothes. The Italian leather shoes slapping the pavement as he walked down the back street near the two women one who looked vaugly famialr. The brilliant red hair under the street light, and the inhuman strides nearly made it the perfect match from Tim's memory. Instead of turning away like he knew he should have done the brown eyes shifted between Harley and the woman she seemed to be interested in. Now what had the shorter woman done that grabbed the attention of the best fuck in his life. Now all he wanted to do was watch, but his hand moved in his pocket a quick flick of his fingers over the keypad. He was texting Harley

She looks tasty.

Roxanna · Shapeshifting Deviant

Giraldi laid there dead as a fuckin' doornail; eyes and mouth wide open like a fish twitching on the sand, gasping for its final breath. Crimson painted digits played with the wad of cash in her hand, counting the bills one by one with a smile on her face. Roxanna was smiling in victory, in revenge, in happiness that she got what was coming to her; money. Lots and lots of money. So what if his daughter had a brain tumor, it wasn't her problem to begin with.

The singsong melody of a woman's voice rung in her ears like an angelic harpsichord, rolling from the lips of a red-headed goddess. Glistening jewels of emerald gazed at the sight of a black, leather-wearing woman with bright red hair in pig-tails, and a body that was much like hers; irresistable and curvaceous. That curious stare eyed the woman up and down, especially making note of the snake tattoo that curved around her torso, and sneaking down into the top hem of her pants. Roxanna wondered just how deep that tatto went, and where it stopped. As the beauty circled around her like vulture stalking its prey, Roxanna followed her sleek body with those sparkling eyes, and when she finally paused in front of her, allowing that cigar stroke her ass, she smiled. Her forked tongue licked the excess blood from her chin, and Roxanna couldn't help but grin even more as her wet muscle felt oh so cool to the touch.

"Roxanna De Luca. I'm glad you like them. They're good to grab a hold onto." Roxanna inclined, her voice silk like a black widow's thread, rolling from her pink wet muscle in a thick Italian accent. Just as she did to her, Roxanna circled around the red-headed beauty, eyeing her up and down, pursing her lips to the side when she focused on those delicious body parts, like her tight, round ass in those squeezing leather pants, and her full breasts that divulged from the top. "Don't you look delicious in leather. Too bad its not edible, I would lick that right off you." When she paused, it was in front of her. Her senses were high on alert, and when Roxanna leaned into the woman's cheek, her breasts caressing against her own, she inhaled deeply to smell the beast slithering inside her; a snake. No wonder she attracted this woman. "Mmm, you smell sooooo good. If you tell me your name, I will tell you my little secret because you won't find a beast in me...." Which was true. Shapeshifters did not have a beast inside, which made it difficult for vampires to call them and alphas to pull them from the depths. While Roxanna was making these remarks to the woman, those wild emeralds wandered behind her shoulder and glanced upon a man in front of the alley, watching. "Looks like we have a peeping tom"

-- Edited by Roxanna at 00:30, 2009-01-16

Harley Jones · Venomous Arsenal

Seemed this would be easier then Harley had first anticipated. With those words of invitation the red head could do no other then to step into Roxanna when the erotic bewitching little woman stepped into her. Words rang softly in hers ears. *they are good to hang onto* well it seemed she would test that theory for herself. Patient she had been when the woman took to doing what Harley had done to her moments earlier. Held still as the woman looked her up and down and if she hadn't pushed herself up against the red head the red head would have tossed her up against the nearest wall and had her wicked little way with her.

However things were working out in Harley's favor so she waited and then as soon as the opportunity presented it's self Harley took the initiative. Arms coiled around Roxanna's waist as she held into her clearly not minding the way the woman brushed her cheek against hers. Hell it gave her the chance to feel how full those scantily clad breasts of hers were. It was a delightful contrast to her own small ones, she nearly bit her tongue as pleasurable sensation wracked through her small frame. Hands move down to finally test wether or not the woman's ass cheeks were supple enough and of course they were. Not like Harley doubted her, after all the red head could see a nice rear end from a mile away. Hands slipped lower to cup the cheeks of the woman's rump, squeezing and then forcing her up closer and as she pulled her up the red head pushed a knee into her causing Roxanna's legs to spread. So now the Italian beauty was left straddling the slut's knee.

Her words about licking the leather off were taken into account and rewarded with a smile so sweet it would make the devil blush. She said nothing about the woman's sexual innuendo and took to sliding one of those hands down the length of her leg to brush slender fingers behind the knee then back up it curved until that hand dipped beneath the dress to graze against the bare of one ass cheek. That was proof enough that the slut liked what she was hearing from the Italian's lips..

" Well my pretty, it is very fortunate for you that I as well can think of certain places to lick, I got a favorite erogenous zone that comes to mind "..

With those words given she indicated exactly what she had in mind by squeezing the woman's ass cheek yet again but this time as she squeezed to it beneath the fabric of her dress she used her other arm around her waist as leverage to lift her up slightly into the air and then brought her back down over that leg which she had pushed earlier between her legs but this time was a tad different because the Boa bent her knee as she brought Roxanna down which had that knee grinding up against the beauty's moist center.

" Smell pretty delicious yourself "

Harley kept her astride on her leg while she took to looking into the woman's face, she had asked for the red head's name and had said something about a secret?.. Interesting..

" My name huh?. and you have a secret.. Tell you what cup cake"...

Harley drew that hand she had, had on the woman's rear up to glide along her back then as she neared the woman's hair the hand would turn and allow nails a teasing scrape dipping under that rich curtain of silk to draw along the back of her neck . Harley leaned in to trace the woman's lower lip with her forked tonge and as she took to tasting that lip that hand that had been beneath her hair tracing the soft skin there slid up pushing through the hair and then with a flick of her wrist it hand a handful and yanked back causing Roxanna's head to go back with it. The neck and chest were pushing out now in some sort of ceremonial sacrifice.

" Earn the right to be gifted my name and you shall have it. And as far as your secret goes...well..."

Hand that was on Roxanna's rear left now to come up and first touch along the woman's cheek then down it dipped sliding fingers out in a fan like motion down her neck. It paused above her breasts when Harley leaned in to kiss softly along the woman's collar bone. Now this put the Itallian at a rather scarey predicamment because at any given moment she could easily tear out the woman's neck. For the red head this only added to her excitement and pushed her forward in this enticing little game. Mouth moved upwards to draw kisses along her neck beneath the chin then down along the expanse of one shoulder, hand moved up not touching her breasts to deliver a small tug to the strap and like magic it eased down offering up more of that shoulder.

Kisses there didn't last long because the boa focused on that covered valley which she had yet to lay her coals upon.

" I'll have you screaming it out one way or another "..

Fingers slid back down her neck, this whole time the hand that was in her hair remained there holding her like some wanton captive. Fingers traced circles above the swells of her breasts then slid up and right above the crests of them she used her nail to cut. Not enough to hurt but just enough to draw a drop of blood from the skin's surface. Down the crimson bead moved to slide down that forbidden valley of her beasts. Harley pulled the front of the dress down nearly groaning out loud when her breasts first took to the air. The nipples instantly turning hard due to the wind's wicked play as it brushed over the exposed flesh. That drop continued it's lustful glide down, the slut pulled on Roxanna's hair a bit more bending the woman to push out those tantalizing breasts even more. Lust darkened the boa's eyes as she bent her head though eyes never strayed from the woman's.

Tongue slithered out to trace the line in which the blood fell. Free hand held to Roxanna's waist as she circled that pink tongue around licking circles between her breasts but never quite touching them at least not yet...

Her ministrations were interrupted suddenly by her cell phone which buzzed. She didn't release the woman's hair but did use her free hand to dig into the back of her pants. After a moment or two the cell phone was pulled and that is when Roxanna's spoke of a peeping tom. Ironic timing, yet it could be used to spice up things.. Harley typed something back and then look to Roxanna.

% She is, care for a show?. If your good I will let you in on the action %..

" Yes, I know that one. It's alright, I think he just wants a show"..

She traced the phone slowly around one exposed breasts as she waited for another message to see wether or not Tim would come over to watch. Though she wanted a taste of the woman so while waiting she slid the phone down between the woman's legs. It was set to vibrate now so that when good ol Tim responded it would deliver quite a thrill to the folds of the spicey Itallian's moist lips. And yes she was very moist Harley could smell her and it only fuled the beast on with the need to taste.. With out a word hand came up to caress along a breast, groaning Harley allowed her thumb to circle the nippple before then pinching it and moving onto the other breast...

" Makes me wish I had a cock, because I'd have you up against that dumpster there. Pinned while I tore into you"..

Hand finally released her hair to then take both her wrists and with a move quicker then the eye she had them pinned behind her back and down her head lowered to capture one nipple in her mouth.

-- Edited by Harley Jones at 12:45, 2009-01-19

TimBradford · Picture This

Peeping Tim, change one letter and it was basically his job. Well that would end up being one hell of a profession, seeking out live prono sessions on the streets of Rome with things that would just as soon eat him then give him a second look, and although Tim was no fool, the words of the sultty red headed snake still echoing in his ears. She would have just as happily killed him that night in the club as any of the other women who ended up as casualties to her perverted and grotesque fantasys that were projected onto the male model. Watching from the spot on the sidewalk his hands dissappeared into the pockets of the dark kakis one hand clutching the piece of technology that had sent that message to Harley.

The quick response wasn't expected and she sure did take her time with the curvy feminie figure which contrasted Harley's body perfectly. The large tits and that thick ghetto booty hidden beneath the skirt that Harley was none to shy to slide her hand up. Tim's attention wasn't going to be ripped off the pair of females on the street, the brown eyes were intent on the femine forms pressed together. Harley commanding the seemingly willing figure of the woman. Although it was tough to tell if anyone was truely willing with Harley or if she was just so strong that no one could fight off the sex crazed nympho. It was turning into quite the show, and early in the foreplay there was little blood at least little he could see from his perspective meters away down the street. With one hand curled around his phone the other was in the pocket on the other side. It just so happened the show was arousing Tim. Blood coarsing into the uniquly male appendage that swelled into the pocketed hand. It probally wasn't the most noble of things to do, play pocket pool on the street, but anyone walking or driving by wouldn't be attracted to him.

Vibrations in his hand made him pull the phone from his pocket, his eyes didn't leave Harley until she had sandwhiched her phone betwee the thick lucious theighs of the Italian beauty. The texts were sent one by one, in quick succesion to stimulate and excite the lower erogenous zone.

I love shows

You know I will be good

Mistress

A bold grin swung across thick masculine lips pulling open to expose the perfect pearly whites. Tim moved now closer to the pair of women his walk confidant but unthreating to either of them. If it wasn't something that Harley found intersting he assumed the Italian beauty would probally be bloody on the sidewalk With each step bringing him closer to them the friction of his pants and theigh against the sensitive head that was filled with blood he was less then five steps from the erotic show. Harley's groans of eagerness were one thing but Roxanna's moans of pleasure shook Tim to his core. No matter how much he wanted to he wasn't going to join in until instructed.

Roxanna · Shapeshifting Deviant

As Harley's soft hands coiled around her waist, her hourglass sculpture moved to the rhythmn of those wandering hands to her plump ass, feeling just how thick and juicy it really was, and the silk red material made it easier to smooth beneath Harley's hands. The firm squeeze on her supple cheeks made her jump a little, but when that knee was forced between her legs and spread them open, a whisper of a moan vibrated from her slender throat. As Roxanna was now straddling the woman's knee, Harley's slender digits gently stroked from behind her knee, up into the back of her dress and cupped a nude cheek in her hand, making the woman feel more desire, and more of the urge to take Harley and bend her over one of the dumpters and fuck the shit out of her, but the shifter remained calmed and collected, and enjoyed the game they were playing.

"I'm sure you can find so many places to lick me as well as that favorable erogenous zone..." Roxanna inclined lowly, a soft purr sliding from her crimson, lush swells. When Harley wrapped her arm around Roxanna's waist, lifted her slightly into the air, and placed her down to where her warm, moist center would rub deeper into the woman's leg, Roxanna rolled her neck back, those black licorice locks dancing upon the nude surface of her shoulders, and let out a small moan, a little louder than the one that escaped before. As Harley trickled her dagger nail up Roxanna's neck and leaned in to taste her lips, raking those dangerous fingers through her silk locks, Roxanna invited it all, welcomed it, inhaled her snake's essence into herself to remember just the way she smelled, and her body language that danced to her own squirming body upon the woman's leg. She suddenly grabbed a thick mess of her hair and pulled her neck back, exposing a long, thin line of creamy skin that devled down to her suppled breasts that were almost falling from the top hem.

Roxanna's neck was fully exposed to the red head goddess, and she thought how easily the snake could rip her throat out and she would be like Giraldi on the floor, though that thought changed when Harley planted kisses on her neck, trailing up to her shoulder and allowed the thin strap fall from the bone, inviting more kisses that she pressed onto her skin. As the woman's spidery digits trailed a desirable path along Roxanna's neck, down to her full breasts, she suddenly felt the dagger tip dig a little deep into her skin and slice open a tiny, line wound where her cursed blood rose from the depths, slowly trickling down the cut and into the valley of those creamy mounds that were stained with blood. Roxanna opened her eyes to see the woman's dark hues overflow with desire, and she knew that the woman wanted her, craved her body to take full advantage of. Harley's forked tongue slithered out to lick the line of blood that fell into her fully exposed breasts, nipples hard and excited, and a shock wave of desire rumbled from the shifter's body to her spine that made her quiver upon the woman's leg. Wet, tiny circles were traced against Roxanna's breasts, and she braced herself for a nibble, but Harley was soon interrupted by a vibrate from her cell phone. Apparently the man watching from the beginning of the alley wanted a show, and so Roxy and Harley would give him one.

As Harley trailed the phone down her breasts and then between her legs, the vibration from the phone as the man texted back rocked her body into an almost seizure like state, shaking solemnly, grinding that wet, moist center further into Harley's leg. Harley raised Roxanna's hands above her head and took the liking of filling her mouth with one of her breasts, flickering the nipple with the forked tongue, and it was all over for Roxanna. She couldn't take the teasing anymore, the playing. Harley wanted Roxanna to earn the right of her name, so shall it be. As the man slowly inched closer to their sexual game, glistening emeralds looked upon him up and down, etching his body language and his beauty into her mind. With such might force that the shifter could gather, Roxanna flicked her wrists from Harley's grip, pushed her body back and then off the woman's leg, and then grabbed Harley's waist, turning her around so that her tight, firm ass was pressed against Roxanna's wet crotch. Luckily, the dumpster up against the stone wall was waist height and so Roxanna's grip around Harley's waist tightened and then pushed the woman's tiny, lithe frame over the edge of the dumpster so that her stomach and breasts were planted firmly upon the cold, metal surface.

Roxanna's wild greens first gazed upon the woman, those soft, calloused hands mounting her body, slowly sliding her hands from the back and down to cup her leather clad cheeks into her palms. Crimson nails, sharp like Harley's own, grabbed onto the material on her back, and dug into the hem, ripping the back open so that her white, creamy skin was exposed fully, the material landing on her sides to see the profile of her tiny, suppled breasts. Still with her own almost glowing in the darkness, she leaned over Harley's bent body and pressed those firm, nude breasts into her back to feel the softness of her skin against her own. Wandering hands landed on her waist, trailing upwards to cup each breast into her hands, and then her own forked tongue licked a slow, wet line between her shoulder blades. For a moment, she looked upon the man watching, and such a sly, wicked grin creased her lips. The hands that were cupping Harley's breasts, one of them released from the fingering grip and slid into that mane of fiery red, clawing at the silk strands and finally held still at the grip she wanted them to be. "One way or another darling, and we'll both be screaming each other's names out." She whispered into her ear, and then lowered down into a squatting position so that her face was in height with her ass, still those hands parading down that slender frame and then did the same to her shirt to those leather pants. Her white, smooth ass poked out fully from the leather material, and Roxanna buried her face into those cheeks, allowing her forked tongue squirm inbetween those mounds and lick a wet line from the small, sensitive area just before her pussy up to her asshole, oh so slowly, tasting that sweetness.

Roxanna stood up again, but this time, instead of shoving those slender digits into the woman's wet cunt like she would have, she made the game a little more interesting by shifting into the man that was watching from afar. Her body writhed in excitement; that once beautiful woman statue overflowed with muscles, waving from her arms and legs like a tidal wave. Her height grew a little taller, and those once black licorice locks shortened and flourished into red curls atop her crown. Her once Italian features flashed into his own manly curves of his face, and even her clothes changed into his. She was the exact clone of him in every aspect, but somehow she managed to keep her voice the same. Harley could feel Roxanna's body change from behind, and if she peered over her shoulder, she would be looking at him. Roxanna as Tim, unzipped the pants and stroked the pulsating member until it became hard and ready. "Too bad you don't have a dick, because I do now..." She inclined in her own voice, pressing those v-cut hips harder into her ass and then shoved the hard shaft into her wet pussy. Slowly, those hips moved back and fourth as the shaft did the same, feeling those soaked walls ease and tighten over the skin so smoothly, so easily as she moved in and out. First, the movements were slow and passionate, but every so often she would slam that cock deep inside to stab into that spot that made her pussy leak with juices. She allowed one hand to grab a hold of Harley's red locks as the other was firmly pressed into her ass, and she jerked her body back and fourth, now each movement was a slam inside her cunt, faster and faster each time she pumped those hips, her head rolled back as those eyes closed, and soft, baritone moans vibrated from her throat....well, his throat.

-- Edited by Roxanna at 15:08, 2009-01-20

TimBradford · Picture This

Well that was something you didn't see everyday, but such a statement was becoming more and more cliche as every day passed in Rome. There was something new turning the courner each day, although most of the time he was nothing but a mere bystander. Intent on the actions of the devilish Italian as her fingers ripped appart the tight fabric that had contained those firm pale breasts, Harley's pink nipples standing errect in the cold Rome night. Neither woman seemed to care that it was cold out. Roxanna was very eager to strip Harley down to that perfect pale flesh. The ivory flesh that was the centerpiece of the dark, bloody, erotic fantasies that plauged Tim nightly.

Uncomfortable tightness of the pants was torture and it wasn't going to get better anytime soon. Roxanna lowered her head into those pale cheeks and exposed theighs. The sounds of pleasure filling the otherwise silent night was like an accelerant to the lust that boiled within him. Moving closer while Roxanna still had her head burried between Harley's theighs Tim reached foreward his thick fingers gripping into the firey red strand and pulled Harley's head from leaning over the dumpster to take her in a feirce kiss. Thick masculine lips tasting the painted glinsting petals that still lingered with the taste of the other womans blood and flesh. The free hand didn't remain idle insted it was shoved lower between those split mixly theighs. THe large fingers pressed together, the warm pink lower lips were slapped violently, the quick whip of his wrist slapping the tender erogenous zone. Long lashes were lowered over his eyes while lost in the furious kiss, but when an unfamilar voice broke through the sounds of pleasure his eyes shot open.

Tim pulled away for a moment, he hadn't seen the transformation, but since the young woman had left no trace there could be only one logical conclusion. The somehow she had turned into him. The tall model now was looking at himself from a different angle. His hips on another body slammed into the perfect round milky ass, driving the full length of his thick familar member into her. This was too good to stand by and simply just watch. The real Tim followed suit of the doppelganger pulling the zipper down of those fine kaki pants. Through the fly of his pants his large hand dug deep, gipping hold of the shaft that throbbed under his touch. Slick with its own anticepation. The thick errection was pulled free from the front of his pants. It was the match to the one that currently pounded into Harley's soaking cunt.

Not strong enought to force something on either of them, so if they faught it his movements would be simply shrugged off, but there was no reason not to try. Standing behind his twin, the thick hard manhood pressed into the muscular ass, his head leaned foreward, the perfect match of bodies, better then twins. Lips wet with Roxanna's blood and Harley's lips brushed the edge of his ear. "Think there is room in there for me?" A devilsh grin slid across his lips as he reached around the two bodies. His thick fingers sliding down over the errect clit and pinching it between his pointer and thumb rubbing the ball of nerves that was created just to get a woman off.

Using all of his strength he pulled the bodies back moving quick enough that when the pair were turned his clone with the back to the dumpster not leaving the true human pinned under the two parnormals. He was now in front Grabbing the back of Harley's theighs they were pulled up her knees secured in the knotch of his elbows. The tall muscular body slammed against the snakes. Pinning her like the meat in a Tim sandwhich. Speaking of meat, the slick errection engorged with blood was pinned against the front of Harley's crotch. Once her legs were inplace Tim's hand moved to his shaft and started trying to stuff the swollen mushroom tip into the soaking pink walls. It only made it harder, in more ways then one, to feel the other thick shaft sliding against his.

A first on so many levels, but when he saw himself on the otherside it felt less and less homoerrotic, more like masterbation. Driving that thick cock deep into the tight cunt that was filled with the other matching manhood. Slamming his hips hard into Harley's the masculine groans were an echo to the call that had started already.

Roxanna · Shapeshifting Deviant

The two Tim's were now deep inside the snake's cunt, thrusting and thrusting, rubbing up against each other in the same rhythmn. Harley screamed in pleasure; at first, she was a bit shocked to see the beautiful Italian suddenly shift into Tim, but it made that mind wander to other devious thoughts. Perhaps this shapeshifter could be a very good use for the snakes, especially if she had that kind of power to shift into an animal and any person she saw. Harley was in between the two; her soaked pussy stretching to fit both hard organs inside, feeling the amount of thrusting they were doing. Through Tim's eyes, Roxanna looked him face to face while she thrusted from the back and him in the front. She thought the man would run away in fear, but she looked upon his face, and all those pleasurable expressions he was making. He was enjoying himself fully. The harmonic sounds of sex echoed in the alley, like a porno film high in volume. As Roxanna concentrated on the sounds and feelings that were dispersing in the night's atmosphere, she approached her climax and came inside Harley as that red-headed vixen did the same multiple times. The other Tim did the same, and they both pulled out of her, leaving the snake bent over the dumpster, heaving to catch her breath.

Roxanna then shifted back in her true form, ignoring the two for a moment, and went back to the body by the dumpsters. She knew Giraldi's men would come soon, looking for him. She stood on her tip toes next to the lifeless body, digging in the dumpster to look for something to wrap his body in. There was a very large, light blue tarp almost at the bottom of the garbage. Pulling it out, she laid the tarp on the floor, picked up Girald's body, and wrapped him like pigs in a blanket. Her car was parked just outside of the alley; a perfect quick get-away without leaving evidence. When she was finished wrapping the body, she looked to Tim and Harley. "We need to get the fuck, right now. Sir, go to your car or however you came here, and snake woman, come with me." She inclined, allowing Harley to take one end of the body and Roxanna took the other, sneakily carrying the corpse to her car where she beeped the trunk open with a button. Tim followed them out of the alley, and then disappeared inside the club. Good thing he didn't have any blood on him. Roxanna and Harley climbed inside her car, and took off, though she wasn't speeding. She was a good patron, following the speed limit and the signs.

-End Storyline

-- Edited by Roxanna at 17:49, 2009-02-05