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Soul Hunt (MF)
by Genux
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Its dark, and the red light makes my vision useless. I came dressed
for the hunt, dark boots gleaming softly, two floggers swinging off my
left hip.
I feel scattered, wolfsoul screams inside in frustration and need and
desire. Long time. I feel a whimper in the back of my throat, and I
quell it, angry at how all my energy seems to bleed outwards.
Talk to friends to calm myself, find center, get used to the lack of
sight and the smell of cigarette smoke. I settle my leather jacket
around my shoulders, tossing my hair back, and stand tall.
Breathe in, focus myself, breathe outwards, look without seeing. Its
not a face, or a body, its a spirit I want tonite. Someone
quiet-souled, and seeking. Someone whose eyes will be soft, whose
heart will be willing, whose soul I can catch in a web - in a cage of
quicksilver.
I feel her before seeing her. Watching me. (I think, I dont know, I
never do feel another's hunger for me.)
Doesn't matter. I need too much tonite. I walk up and say hello,
introducing myself, keeping the wolf quiet.
She's young, I feel how young her spirit is - she doesnt know his own
power, strength, or beauty. She sees only my brightness flaming
in my eyes, as I ask her to give.
"Would you like for me to play with you?"
Part of me begs her not to give into the fear I see flaring in her
eyes. I know what she feels, I've been there myself, scared and
frightened, needing something, before I found what wolfsoul wanted.
Part of me sings, because even with the fear, I know I've won.
She agrees and follows me into the corner of the dungeon, a dark and
smokey bar, but we who play have these places, and we can make them
ours. The red lighting doesnt matter anymore. I am seeing without
looking - I take her shirt off and notice her muscles. *Good, sings
Wolfsoul, muscles are stronger at taking what I want tonite* I smile
into her eyes and say, "Ooooo. You work out?"
I barely hear her answer, soft, shy, saying yes. I chain her hands
above her head, making sure she's secure. I tell her, "Dont try and get
away, if you do, I'll let you go and find someone else... You want me
to do this to you? yes?"
I wrap my hands around her throat, as I ask her this, her arms above
our heads, my teeth showing white and Wolf looking out thru my eyes.
She's still afraid, I can smell it, I can almost taste it - her neck
is soft and I see the veins pumping fresh blood. I pull her hair to
get to her throat, and growl softly. I smile, as I fell her knees
almost buckle as I bite, hard.
I unclip my favorite flogger and caress her back, touching him,
finding where her muscles are.
I dont know what I look like, but I feel as if I am on fire, a flame
inside of me in the shape of a wolf - a hungry needy creature. Most of
the time, I fight the beast inside - wolfsoul wants blood, and I wish
only to bring a little pain into this young spirit's life. I am not
kind, when I stop to caress the back that grows red and sheavy, my
hands are cold and my voice teasing - I bring her out from her
reverie, dragging her back from the space she finds for herself - I
want her pain, not to walk her down a path she can lose herself.
I talk a lot as I dance, my flogger landing in soft caresses and hard
solid bone deep thuds. I wrap on purpose, to let her know I know what
my flogger can do, and I use the handle to crush muscle. I want her to
break. I want to feel pain and power and submission to my will, to my
power - not to wolfsoul's demands. I am still bright, my eyes dancing,
as I caress her gently, bringing her back from her dark path to lead
her higher thru mine. I alternate between flogging her and biting her,
stroking the long muscles of her back and legs.
She breaks softly, and I hold her, silent, drinking in her sobs,
looking into her quiet eyes, letting my hands calm her body. I pull
her head back and bite her again, holding her up as she falls against
the chains and me. She is shivering, her hands are cold - I ask her,
"Can you take a little more for me?" and I barely feel her nodding
assent. Her fear is numb, her body is numb, I think I am done. I am
kinder now, the blows leading her back down that path she almost found
for herself, and I take her step by step towards her own freedom.
I am calmer now, and cold inside. I need more, but I cant take from
her. I've wrestle wolfsoul back into submission within, as I take her
tears from without. I guess that means I won. This time.
I unchain her, and drag her to a corner, wrapping her in my jacket and
her, caressing her hair. She tries to touch me, and I slap her hands
gently away. Afterwards, I dont like being touched, thoough I'll hold
someone if they need it - I am not good about aftercare, having enough
trouble keeping myself under control. She wants to be kissed, but I
cant do that.
Inside, I'm cold and closed, because to get what I want would have
left blood dripping from her back, and I'm very very scared of letting
go.
I ask her if she's still afraid of me - she denies ever being
frightened. Laughing, I send her off to get me orange juice. As she
leaves, she drops to her knees and kisses my boot, her hair a bright
curtain down her back.
I smile, thinking, "Good instincts."